Volume One, Chapter 62: You Have Always Been the Only Woman in My Life

On the other end of the line, the rain sounded dense and unceasing, its chill blurring the man's voice into indistinctness. Yan Qiuning shifted uneasily, glancing down at her disheveled appearance; her dress was soiled, and a suffocating heaviness pressed against her chest.

In the narrow sense, jade is divided into two main categories: hard jade and soft jade. Hard jade refers to jadeite, while soft jade mainly denotes Hetian jade from Xinjiang—this is also the classification used in modern mineralogy.

“Aunt doesn’t know you’re back yet—she’s still at the office… She’ll be home tonight. Senior, should I call her back now?” Leaning against Yang Yifeng’s shoulder, Aya spoke softly.

“Return—” Yang Ren’s left hand swept back to the left, and the leaf suspended in the air, then swung lazily away in that direction.

Opening the wardrobe, Ye Feng immediately spotted a gigantic teddy bear. It was even a little taller than himself. After hauling it out of the closet, he tossed it directly onto the bed.

Though in recent years it’s often said that Chinese animation has risen, the 3D and conventional 2D animations produced still seem less impressive than their Japanese counterparts. This time, though, they’ve finally caught up.

From afar, two teams poised like mantises stalking cicadas were suddenly shaken by the horrifying wave of battle—especially the upheaval of heaven and earth it provoked. This was surely a clash between masters at the level of Divine King, and not something a mere novice could achieve.

Wei Miao wanted to smile, but any trace of a smile had long since been drained from him. With such deep-seated hatred and the destruction of his family, what right or mood was left for laughter?

“The most hateful is still King Hejian, Shen Tu Yong. Like a lingering specter, he commands the Guanzhong army and guards Chang’an as tightly as an iron fortress. The capital is riddled with his spies, and even the court is not spared.” When Shen Tu Ying mentioned this thorn in his side, his eyes flashed with ferocity, his composure slipping.

The special forces soldiers, adept at camouflage and concealment, used boulders and earthen pits for cover to evade the Peruvian sentries. Thus, when they managed to split the Peruvian army in two, the Chinese soldiers lying in ambush on the hillside had yet to rush down.

In front of the official residence, people surged back and forth, carriages clogged the thoroughfare, and the doorsteps were nearly worn away by the ceaseless visits of Luoyang’s dignitaries and elites.

Helian Budu was as fierce as a mountain, wild as a dragon unleashed into the sea, and fierce as a tiger descending from its lair—he launched his strongest attack without hesitation.

A massive black shadow flew in from the horizon. With sharp eyes, Arnold instantly recognized it as Lenna and hurriedly called to her. Hearing his voice, Lenna spotted the group from afar, folded her wings, and landed lightly. Her face showed nothing but frustration—a clear sign she’d returned empty-handed.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but secretly admire Yinling. Though she’d been wounded before, after consuming the fruit of the Tibetan snow lotus, she’d nearly recovered. Yet his own centuries of cultivation amounted to so little, while she had accomplished so much in just a few years.

The withered old man finally emerged from the house. Throughout everything Lin Ying had done, the old man had remained inside—at Lin Ying’s specific request. As for the reason, even he did not know. Now, with everyone gone, the old man came out as well.

As the navigation sprite of Li Si, the little creature constantly kept track of Li Si’s whereabouts, so whenever he called, the sprite would appear.

The two volumes to either side had at least been opened before; Lin Ying understood this well. The remaining volume would likely be difficult for him to open himself. It made more sense to first exchange and try out the other two.

Simply put, in the mastery of the Galactic Sword Technique, Gou had left Liu Ling ten blocks behind, and that was still an understatement.

Liu Pinggui cursed inwardly, blaming He Jin for arriving too late. But it was already too late—having swallowed the Mending Heaven Pill, not even leaping into the sea could wash away his ties to the Demonic Sect. Regret was useless now.