Volume One, Chapter 22: The Wind Turbines Have Arrived

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Tang Jianguo and Song Tao were roommates during their university days. After graduating, Tang Jianguo joined the People's Hospital, while Song Tao continued his studies and is now a lecturer at Jianglong University Medical School. Unfortunately, it was later revealed that the gameplay was done by a substitute; someone else operated while she only provided commentary, leading to the collapse of her public image and her eventual withdrawal from the internet. With the cautionary example of the popular streamer Daxian, many viewers assumed Su Ke would first stream other games. Seeing the other person’s distinguished attire and the fine folding fan in his hand, she hurried over to greet him, smiling as she picked up the teapot to pour tea herself. His heart pounded wildly; how could Jiang Wan know someone from the palace? Could she have some hidden identity? Fang Tong's smile faded slightly as she quietly observed the two. Her delicate hand unconsciously grabbed a drink nearby and took a long sip. Returning to Yanjing, his homeland, Chu Yun was filled with profound emotions. Here lay countless memories of happiness and sorrow. Though two years had passed with little change in Yanjing, for Chu Yun, who had returned from another life, the place was both familiar and strange. Sitting in the headquarters of the King of Glory, Wang Ping, seeing the overwhelming response to the character Supreme Treasure, couldn’t help but consider organizing an event to bring back the Monkey King. Han Mingyu embezzled funds across various projects, but Han Tianshan and his son paid no mind. She was also blinded by anger, certain that Ye Wanlan’s past deeds would lead her to commit foolish acts like destroying a painting. The two pressed together with no gap between them; in the flickering light, although her face was pale, it was tinged with a faint blush of affection. The voice stretched out, and a pair of eyes glanced indifferently at Tong Junbing. Yet, his strengths lay in cold, rigorous training, exuding the imposing dignity and vigor of a soldier.

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“I’m leaving first,” Lu Cheng’an glanced at Wang Qian, but the latter seemed to ignore his hint. Lu Cheng’an said no more and left directly with Huang Mao. At this point, Li Shi deliberately smiled at Uncle Qiang; anyone with insight would know that the “big gang” Li Shi referred to was none other than Uncle Qiang himself. “Exit the village gate to the left,” Helian Xuanyu, originally out for some fresh air, was being annoyed by the two fools, Sikong Zhan and Feng Quren. “Wouldn’t it be better if some retired soldiers served as escorts instead?” Mu Xinran asked in half confusion. Regardless, the relationship between the two families was already broken beyond repair. After this incident, Madam Lu seemed to reach a profound realization and ceased her snide remarks and criticisms against the Liu family. The Queen Dowager Tang and her only young son Cong Zhi escaped by boat from a hidden river crossing five days before the city fell. They insisted that Dan Jia go with them, but she stubbornly refused, saying, “Someone must stay to guard this city.” Being a millennium-old family, even after suffering heavy blows over the years, the He family still produced some individuals unmatched by ordinary clans. Passing through his hometown on the way back from Jianghai to Guangnan, Li Shi decided to visit. Though he had kept an ear on the news by phone, seeing for himself was more reassuring. Besides, he had bought many gifts from Jianghai to give to his second uncle, aunt, and other relatives, including the seventh grandmother. His recent promotion and real authority came because Xisu had died. The entire Xisu faction, in both political and military circles, was now being purged. It should be noted that among the Nine Lotus, the Five Precepts Zen Heart Lotus was not the most suitable for cultivation enhancement; its limit had long been proven by its first master, the “Buddha.” Receiving his affirmative reply, Lv Qingqiong raised her right hand and grasped toward the city he chose. A black token appeared in her palm, which she then tossed backward. Zhu Ciang rejoiced greatly and issued orders to commend Zhang Kuishan, Hong Niangzi, and all soldiers who participated in the Henan campaign.

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Its body and tail were tightly bound to the ground with chained nails, its head held a foot above the earth, struggling desperately to avoid collapse. Even so, it was no different from a lamb awaiting slaughter. Yuli knew! Perhaps everything was her fault. Suddenly, tears slipped down her cheeks, leaving a winding trail. Yet the manor’s designer had clearly been meticulous; the entire estate blended harmoniously with the surrounding nature, resembling a castle carved from ice and snow. Its towers and walls, arranged in an orderly fashion, were magnificent, set against a translucent dome like a scene from a fairy tale. “If my second sister marries the emperor, would that mean my Demon Kingdom can ally with the Divine Dragon Empire?” Siyi asked joyfully. Siberia was originally home to nearly a million indigenous people. Over the years, the Ming dynasty had pacified and assimilated most of them, combined with hundreds of thousands of Indonesian immigrants and exiled criminals. By the eighteenth year of the Ming resurgence, the population reached nearly two million. Xu Xiao was momentarily speechless. He indeed hadn’t paid attention to such news for a long time and was unaware of Da Huang’s current situation. Zhuang Yan replied steadily, “I have no plans yet.” He was alone; it made no difference where he went. Nothing is more heartbreaking than waiting for death. At least that was how Xiao Fei felt now. If not for the many burdens weighing on him, he might have severed his own heart veins long ago. Regarding generals, even without mentioning anything else, Xia Wen Shen of the Xia residence’s admiring words and hearty laughter were enough to show his appreciation for her. Ling Yichen took the dry towel, gently supported her head, and tenderly wiped her damp hair.