Volume One, Chapter 30: Is Zhou Qin Pregnant Again?

An indescribable ache welled up in my heart. After wandering aimlessly for so many years, I realized I didn't even know where my own home was.

He was not the only one harboring such thoughts; several other powerful Heavenly Generals sprang into action, their figures leaping forward.

In the lore of Digimon, Andromon is described quite extensively and appears in many installments. However, his presence often serves merely to support the Chosen Children, meaning he rarely displays his true strength before being coincidentally defeated or forced to withdraw due to other circumstances.

By the lakeside corridor bridge stood several men in black suits, their expressions cold and stern as they turned their backs to the water. In the pavilion on the lake, two people sat facing each other across a stone table.

Victor had calculated every possibility, yet he had failed to account for this. The Lion Mercenaries, ever adept at seizing opportunities, capitalized on this exact oversight, successfully shattering the enemy lines and allowing Robert to lead his men to a breakout.

"How did it come to this? What are you hiding from me?" He squatted there, looking up at me, his eyes shifting in depth and intensity, a volcanic rage threatening to erupt.

The representative sent by the Syrian military, however, was quite pragmatic. He repeatedly stated, "We are here to seek a win-win situation. I will do whatever you say; even if you order me to charge into the fray with a rifle, it would be no problem at all."

The old cripple’s body trembled uncontrollably—perhaps from rage, perhaps from fear—but regardless, he was now utterly consumed by despair.

The two remained in a standoff until the sunlight faded into twilight, and the walls of the Qinse Palace began to seep with a soft, gentle radiance. The Heavenly Emperor finally lost his patience; he reached out and pulled back the quilt covering Mei'er's head.

Seeing the head at the doorway, Ling Feng’s body felt as if it had been struck by a fifty-degree-below-zero cold front, instantly freezing him in place.

"Of course I am not unwilling, it is just... it feels so sudden. You have never mentioned it before," Hong Xiu said, lowering her head in shyness.

Once she left Cold Wuchen’s embrace, Lin Hanxi felt a profound emptiness behind her. Having grown accustomed to the stability of his warm arms, she found herself unable to adjust to the sudden absence.

"Wan'er, Ling'er, why are you here? Where am I? Did I not leave Tiandong Tower?" Lin Hanxi looked around in a panic. When she saw those familiar, dilapidated objects, her heart regained its clarity instantly—she was still in Tiandong Tower; she had not escaped.

Wu Yao smiled without a word, simply finishing wiping her face before rinsing the towel and beginning to wash her own.

A cold wind whistled by, sounding like ghosts wailing. Qingniao felt a chill, and suddenly, a pair of hands rested on her shoulders. Just as she was about to cry out in alarm, she realized the hands were clean and warm, possessing an incredible strength.

"Does that even need to be asked? Obviously, we must defeat Yu Ming’s central army first! Once he is defeated, I fear the Liaodong army will retreat immediately!" Ling Jing replied instantly.

Emperor Hong ordered another decree appointing Murong Qinghai as General of the Southern Pacification and Murong Qinglei as deputy commander, to strike the enemy with full force.

"Slap!" Before his words could even take form, his revolting face had already been marked by a bloody welt from Bai Xue’s fierce kick.

Thus, her anxiety was not entirely feigned, yet seeing the heartache and complexity in Cold Wuchen’s eyes, a warmth welled up in her heart.

Pam asked this because he himself did not know what to choose. He wanted to ask Li Daniu what he was picking so he could weigh his own decision. But now, Li Daniu showed no intention of choosing, leaving Pam feeling quite at a loss.

Jing Mouxuan was now powerless to do anything else, so he simply lifted her up and headed toward the bathroom to help her wash.

This young man had committed a grave taboo against Xue Yun by harboring malicious intent toward the Tianya Villa. Thus, he was Xue Yun’s greatest enemy at this moment, and Xue Yun could kill him at any time, then thoroughly dispose of the evidence.

Wang Peng’s brows knit together. He knew Mofusang was worried about him, but he felt she should also understand the persistence he had held onto all this time.

Zhong Li’s analysis surprised Liu Huo, but the subsequent explanation from his older brother left him completely convinced.

A sliver of sunlight flashed through the window frame, and suddenly, the world became brilliant, with all things bathed in warmth.

Gazing at that peerless, exquisitely perfect face, the flawless skin, and eyes as clear as water filled with innocence, he marveled at the grace of her fair neck. Below that lay the rounded, full peaks of her chest, the perfect curve of which made his throat tighten.

"Forget it, let's think about how to get out of here." Cang Yuan put away his previous emotions as if nothing had happened, though they both knew those words would remain rooted in their hearts like a curse forever.

"Bai Chengfan is privately bribing the workers in the P1 development zone," Xiao Zimuo said, enunciating every word slowly.

If the main branch of the Su family was in the Heavenly Dynasty, then their largest business outside of the main branch was in Batu, for here, the Su family’s interests were deeply intertwined.

The first thing was that he had felt no cold all day. Since returning last night, he no longer felt the chill. The outdoor temperature today was over ten degrees below zero, yet he walked outside with his coat open as if he were in a twenty-four or twenty-five-degree air-conditioned room, and upon entering the shopping mall, he felt no heat even without taking off his outer garment.

What else could I do when death was at the doorstep? I hadn't seen the world after death anyway; taking a look wouldn't be bad—perhaps there would be some other miraculous encounter?

"Emily, mind your manners! In fact, we should thank His Majesty the King. If it weren't for him signing the armistice treaty with the three kingdoms back then, allowing us to farm and develop our trade properly, how could we have such a good life?" Molly’s mother echoed, adding another spoonful of creamy mushroom soup to Harpert’s bowl.