Chapter 112: Joy Lasts But a Moment

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The mountain pass has fallen, the city walls have crumbled, our army is in retreat, and the enemy is striking directly at our headquarters.

This situation mirrors Mingshuang’s own complex psychological state. He feels that his inexplicable romantic entanglement with his junior uncle is much like a battle between two armies, with the only piece of wisdom from the military manuals being: whichever side cares about saving face first is doomed to lose.

Right now, he is that useless commander being pinned against the wall and teased by the enemy leader, his entire camp casually swept away by his uncle’s battle banner.

Caught off guard by his junior uncle’s relentless counter-teasing, a blushing and bewildered Mingshuang has no idea how to retaliate. It takes a long while for his overheated, dormant brain to start turning again, and once it does, he finds himself harboring thoughts of reclaiming his pride.

Mingshuang let go.

General Chen nodded. It was true; without sufficient strength, establishing authority here is incredibly difficult. Whether it is business, industry, or the people under his command, as long as there is any impurity, it will leave behind a weakness.

Having discovered this peculiar stone, the guards pushed against it with all their might, yet it did not budge.

Seeing these seeds, Su Ning felt that if he could cultivate the Constant-Temperature Flower, the extreme heat in reality could be completely mitigated.

Feeling the surging immortal energy rushing past him, Lin Yi could not imagine that such powerful energy could exist within his own Heavenly Realm.

Yet she was like a carp that had been pulled onto the shore, flopping and thrashing, refusing to let me hold her until she finally grew docile late into the night.

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His mind raced, desperately seeking a way out, only to realize that his probability of survival was near zero.

He never expected Lin Qian to truly lose his mind, exhausting all resources and connections of the Lin family just to target him.

At six years old, knowing the taste of losing one's parents, I argued my case before a group of adults, only to provoke them into a rage, resulting in a brutal beating.

"Yes." Amidst the puzzled expressions of A'ru and Manmu, Manhua took out what she had prepared long ago.

Ye Xiaodong sat blankly on the ground for a long time before coming to his senses, blushing as he untied his knotted shoelaces.

One must know that Lei Jiuxiao is a veteran Martial Venerable, invincible even among his peers; even among Grandmasters, very few could match his combat experience.

Of course, He Yili Quan kept a trick up his sleeve, deceiving Li Qi by claiming the main brain had three conclusions, giving his side plenty of room to maneuver and preventing Li Qi from feeling he could act recklessly.

Those eyes shimmering in the gaps were deeply etched into the minds of the staff, who unanimously agreed that they would certainly invite Mr. Takasaka for suitable projects in the future.

The Empire’s academic system spans thirteen years; children enter school at six and graduate at nineteen.

Receiving practice problems as a gift was something Xia Zhi had only ever seen in internet memes; he never expected to witness it in real life. Honestly, it felt quite bizarre.

As a classic handsome man of the anime world, his appearance triggered a flurry of cheers and whispers throughout the theater.

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The group had no clear plan; with only a week, they would simply run to wherever they felt like having fun and stay a while, or move on to another place if it became boring. It was all very spontaneous.

Each screen displayed surveillance footage of the entire area, monitored by two uniformed security guards.

Li’er might be a bit dim-witted, lacking the cleverness of the Princess, but she prided herself on knowing her well. She had always known the Princess disliked the Imperial Palace.

Following her old habit, Su Ran-hua decided to go to the Chumin Palace to find Yu Niang. Passing by the Lemin Palace, she happened to see the palace gates wide open. Glancing inside inadvertently, she met the gaze of Bai Zhanfeng, who seemed to be on his way out.

Large raindrops mixed with dust in the air instantly formed mud splashes, hitting the windshield of the car with a rhythmic, popping sound, momentarily obstructing the driver's vision.

Or perhaps, my heart has not yet reached the state of being untainted by worldly affairs, which is why it still wavers.

"Qingqing, I need to ask you for a favor," Li Xiao said calmly into the phone after dialing Feng Qing’s number.

Surging blood, translucent skin, heaven and earth as the foundation, ten thousand worlds turned to dust. I love this unique, perfect quality of hers where the divine and the demonic intersect—if the world does not submit, I will tear it to pieces and start over from the beginning.