Chapter 409: Killing Zhou Yuanshan

Li Changan felt as though he stood upon the precipice of a sheer cliff, where the slightest misstep would plunge him into a bottomless abyss.

He strained to recollect every fragment of the battles fought shoulder to shoulder with Shen Qiuyue, those moments of defying death together, the laughter intermingled with tears…

These memories flashed through his mind like the revolving shadows of a lantern, tempering his resolve to an even harder edge.

He could not allow harm to befall Shen Qiuyue! Absolutely not!

Time lost its meaning, whether minutes or hours slipped away, hand

From the first lunar month of her seventh year until the fourth month of her thirteenth, every exertion she made had been solely for this singular calamity that once engulfed half the populace of the Great Qi Dynasty.

Blake suddenly remembered he had forgotten to give Ray the item intended for him. Once more, Blake caught the distant echo of Casula's laughter.

Mistress Gao had spent an entire afternoon learning the art of knotting from Mistress You; upon her departure, Mistress You had generously gifted her a bundle of inexpensive silk threads for practice, and now she could fashion seven or eight simple knots a day.

Yan Poyue’s gaze swept across the hospital room; judging by the disgruntled expression on the orderly's face behind Zhao Chuanming, Zhao Chuanming had likely been waiting by his bedside for no small duration.

Zhang Zixiao could not help but roll his eyes, thinking how each father proved more childish than the last, stubbornly insisting on turning such matters into a contest.

She had never revealed her heart to him, yet just as she confessed moments ago, she loved him, loved him beyond measure, and it was the profound dread of becoming his burden on the battlefield and losing him that had transformed her into this state.

Were it not for the massive, furry tail intentionally left exposed beneath her skirt to flaunt, she would have appeared, by all accounts, indistinguishable from a real human being.

"Cease your bickering, eat," Zhou Fuxi said, prying open the insulated flask to let the rich aroma of the food drift into the air.

Having vanished to parts unknown all day, Mo Song did not return until nightfall; smelling such fragrance the moment he crossed the threshold, he assumed it originated from Mo Jingchun's household again, and with a darkened visage, he barged straight into the Zhou matriarch's chamber.

As the live broadcast camera shifted, a colossal ghost ship could be seen anchored near the sandy shore of the harbor not far away.

Though time constraints during his previous visit had prevented him from properly exploring Golden Wheat City, Master Golden Blade had at least savored a few exceptional meals. From the fare alone, he could discern how well the inhabitants here dined.

A muffled boom like an exploding artillery shell reverberated through the void; Jia Long’s frame began to sway, while Fang Bai remained entirely motionless.

The Azure Wolf King shook his head, seemingly long accustomed to such scenes, and paid them no heed. While the combat prowess of the earth wolves and wild wolves was undeniably formidable—ruthless killers to the core—when it came to devising strategy, they were utter failures, hardly worth a mention.

Thus, the likelihood of a violent clash remained low, much like apex predators who loathe engaging in ferocious combat with their peers, knowing it would only result in mutual destruction.

"And those Nine Stars of the Heavenly Dial are composed of Tianpeng, Tianren, Tianchong, Tianfu, Tianqin, Tianying, Tianrui, Tianzhu, and Tianxin." Following Zhao Tianjie's words, Crimson Dragon added with an expression of utmost gravity.

Believing their opportunity had passed, they had not expected Fang Bai to still permit them to follow. With everything out in the open, the heavy burden lifted completely from their hearts.

The kiss lingered long before he reluctantly released me. Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, he swept me into his arms without warning, turning to stride toward the house a short distance ahead.

The reason for assigning this task to Crimson, besides Qian Rujun's discovery of her talent for painting, was that she seemed both clever and grounded. In the future, once Crimson became more literate, she could be entrusted with the ledgers.

A divine thought drifted through—yes, a divine thought. It expressed the profound, bitter sorrow of its inner heart, an isolation beneath the frozen lake so absolute that it occasionally provoked a desperate urge to perish.

Qian Rujun's strategy proved successful; although the military maintained a tradition of forbidding outside food, it was a rule seldom observed by anyone when they were not on high alert.