Volume One, Chapter 158: Watching a Movie

Su Ningxia had no intention of wasting her university years.

Later on, Shen Nanqiao transferred to a world-renowned prestigious university. After graduating, she entered the business world, her ventures growing ever larger, and gradually she distanced herself from them.

Qin Yi San toyed with an unlit cigar, squinting through his slightly chilled eyes as he glanced at Leng Yi, who was seated on the sofa.

He lifted his gaze, seeing Ruan Meng through a haze; her gray eyes seemed veiled with a warm glow. Sitting before him, it was as if she was silently speaking.

Upon hearing my words, Ming Xin forcefully fired an electric bolt, signaling that she would never hold anyone back.

Puhui understood and said, “I see now. One with a heart as pure as jade, the other with a heart full of holes—both displaying a subtle harmony.” He then glanced again at Zhang Si’er.

Perhaps the reason for her anger was simply that Ming Si had broken off their engagement on her coming-of-age day, leaving her humiliated.

A man dressed in a silver robe, with a hint of rakish charm, shook the wine flask in his hand and looked at the man in green across from him.

Zhuge Liang smiled softly once more, took a sip of chicken soup, then suddenly leaned forward and gently pinched Ruan Meng’s chin.

Unfortunately, his pouch was full of lollipops meant for Ruan Meng, but later on, he could feed them all to her.

By nightfall, Wu Zhuang, E Bilun, and others finally led 500 troops of the Manchu’s Plain Yellow Banner back to Zhenbian City.

Their martial skills were evenly matched; fight if they must—so long as there was a breath left, she could be saved.

Kalifet stepped forward, gritted his teeth, and decisively struck an upper-spin return shot. As a professional player, he was naturally adept at such a lethal move and showed no hesitation.

At the beginning of the year, under Wu Nuandong’s reminder, Wu Qiuzhi had deliberately assigned Luo Fengxian to other palace duties to avoid conflict with his servant Gu Huai’en.

After all, with nearly one hundred thousand hastily retreating troops lacking any solid foundation, it was impossible to confront the currently triumphant and high-spirited Tang army. For now, the only viable strategy was to hold and rebuild in the rugged terrain of southern Xiangxi.

Cursing Cao’s tyrannical rule stirred an even greater sense of weighty responsibility on his shoulders, an overwhelming burden. The historical mission of bearing a great undertaking fell upon him, and with it came an inexorable ambition: if not me, then who?

“Yes, your humble servant obeys. Please rest assured, Princess!” The imperial physician was clever and experienced, having encountered countless such situations; he handled them with ease.

Song Ersheng climbed up, saying, “Since things have come to this, you must stop blaming yourself.” Meng Ben laughed inwardly but wore a cold expression.

Yet, if there was anything admirable, Aike was curious about how Jiang Fengyan managed to repel his third attack.

Originally, before the Spring Festival, A Zi was exceedingly joyful, eagerly anticipating and dreaming of attending school in the city. But when the day finally came, she hesitated.

“Perhaps it’s because she got sunburned too badly, and no one knows how to treat it,” the shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his brow and said.

“The word ‘ethereal’ also captures the highest and deepest realm of martial arts.” “When I throw my flying knife, I’m at least ninety percent confident.” “But if I were Ah Fei, I wouldn’t dare to aim my flying knife at Lü Fengxian.” Anything Li Xunhuan said was etched forever in Ye Kai’s memory.

“What’s going on? Is there something at the Nanjio base attracting the monsters?” At this moment, Chief Qianye had reverted to his old self, lacking the analytical sharpness of Sherlock Holmes.