Chapter 44: The Actions of the Villagers of Jianglin

Stepping out of the village committee office, An Songyu still felt somewhat dazed.
Although she was not entirely clear about the past relocation situation of Jiang Village, she could guarantee that the village had definitely not cleared out the mulberry-dyked fish ponds and orchards. Otherwise, the various households in Jiang Village would not have failed to even mention this matter in later days.
However, remembering what she had just promised the village chief, An Songyu quickly quickened her pace.
At the Chengshun First Silk Mill, An Jianping received—
Just as Qin Hao was muttering to himself, in another corner of the ancient battlefield, a handsome young man suddenly opened his eyes.
This was a first-tier spirit beast, a Azure Wolf, possessing no weak strength and a particularly brutal temperament. Once entangled by it, it would be a fight to the death.
On that sharply contoured face, a pair of sword-like brows radiated heroism, looking like two sharp blades. Unfortunately, the gaze he cast toward her appeared far too wretched.
Earlier at the Pleasing Pavilion, she had clearly read the expressions of Lady Meng and Lady Qi; neither of them was willing to see Han Yun enter the palace.
At this very moment, the endless black waters within Southern Town surged again, yet they were diminishing and disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The comforting words spoken earlier were merely out of concern that Bai Ying might grieve too deeply during her confinement, harming her health and subsequently hindering future childbearing, making her days ahead even more difficult.
The Demon race, this legendary clan, ignited an irrepressible curiosity even within his normally indifferent heart.
It was not that he was unaware of Rong Jiu's tactics, but he desired victory far too much, and this time he had lost his mind.
Anxious, she had no choice but to switch to several other keywords to continue searching, even scaling the firewall to search foreign websites. Yet, this matter seemed to be under strict public opinion control, leaving not a single piece of useful information to be found.
One must know that the coastline of the entire Great Qing Dynasty was extremely long and vast. What could merely this handful of warships possibly accomplish?
The distinctive music of the KTV drifted into their ears, and the somewhat off-key singing was practically magic-sounding, causing many students to cover their ears, including Chang'e.
However, what he encountered most of all right now were sighs. Nothing in this world was more bitter than the peasantry; truly, whether the dynasty rises, the people suffer; when it perishes, the people suffer. If he were to rule the world one day, he would definitely treat the farmers a little better. This was Zhu Chongba's latest thought.
Under the circumstances of possessing every advantage in weather, terrain, and human harmony, the Blood Demon Daoist, who held the highest cultivation level in the Blood Demon Valley, slaughtered these valley disciples as effortlessly as cutting melons and vegetables.
"Perhaps, among the eighteen layers of hell, there should be a divine hell to bury the gods of the heavens," Luzheng's gaze flickered as he pondered thus.
A slight smile played on the corners of Luzheng's mouth as he put away the travel magazine in his hand and set down the cup of coffee that had long since cooled.
The inner sect disciple selection tournament was undoubtedly won by a living corpse who seized the crown, without a shadow of a doubt.
The other three dynasties had each established their own so-called "Demon Emperors," declaring themselves independent nations and forming their own factions. Not only did they choose to sever ties with the Blood Moon Dynasty, but they also frequently broke out into major wars with countless casualties.
Watching Haikong's distant retreating figure, Zhu Chongba wondered if Haikong handled this matter well, he could be dispatched to accomplish more important tasks in the future!
"You don't need to keep staring at me; your eyes are not deceiving you, nor are you dreaming. If you still don't believe it, you can slap yourself across the face and see." Luzheng poured a glass of red wine, slowly swirling the goblet.
Seeing him waste things in such a manner, Lu Qi's hands trembled. Why did Jiang Yun dare to disregard her even after being stripped of his position in the Law Enforcement Hall? Was it not precisely because Jiang Yun possessed a high cultivation level and was hailed as the strongest warrior beneath the Fetus Nourishing stage?
If in a few years Chen Qian's looks faded while the man remained in his prime, what would happen if he dumped Chen Qian?
"Dad, has today's 'Memory' been prepared?" Ling Feng asked loudly the moment he entered the workshop.
Suddenly, Guo Zhuocheng's heart stirred: Could the highest leader be guiding him and testing him?