Chapter 45 Dispute

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“But will the demolition authorities recognize all this when the time comes?” An Songyu asked hesitantly.

An Jianmin paused in the act of planting a tree. He was not certain they would.

“But Lin Village has already been demolished twice, hasn’t it? They have more experience!”

“Most people in Jiang Village are following their lead now.”

“By the way, Ayu, how long did your parents say it would take them to get here?”

An Songyu hurried over to help An—

Because South Korea had lost 0–1 to Japan, the Chinese national team, despite not fielding its strongest lineup, had won the inaugural East Asian Four-Nation Championship through its own efforts, finishing with one victory and two draws.

Besides, she was carrying Eirin Yagokoro’s healing medicine. As long as a breath remained in him, she could bring Bai Chen back to life.

Qingcheng lowered her head and said nothing. Fu Yingdong’s meaning was perfectly clear: if Su Zhongqing was to become a capable minister who could restore order to the realm, he must first be prevented from becoming a warlord in troubled times.

Sima Ao did not want to be an unfilial son. He did not want his father to have to mourn the death of his own child. In the end, moved by his father’s heartfelt persuasion, he summoned the courage to accept treatment.

“General Fan, you’re not familiar with this model of mecha. Are you confident?” Xiao Lei’s voice came through the intercom.

Ye Kun’s attitude was neither warm nor cold. He showed no fear of Huo Yuanmeng and did not appear inclined to spare him even the slightest courtesy.

“Can the two of you decide what you want first, and then call a cab? My time is very valuable.” The taxi driver frowned unhappily, growing impatient.

Su Jing twisted his wrist and clamped down hard on the man’s artery, seizing his most vulnerable point.

The exterior of the bus was plastered with characters from Lightning. Every display screen beside the windows was playing promotional clips.

Tian Shunchang opened and closed his mouth, but in the end said nothing. His younger brother, Tian Dapeng, was the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guard. With Yan Qinghua’s arrangement, Tian Dapeng would have no choice but to lead the Imperial Guard in a desperate last stand. Whether he could emerge alive would be left to fate. Life or death, it all depended on fortune.

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It was already close to the Hour of the Dragon. He had been gone all night, yet upon returning he slept for only an hour—for after rising, he had not only to deal with affairs of state, but also with affairs of the household.

After hearing Leng Yue’s words, Mu Qingyan merely held her tightly and said nothing more. At that moment, he felt that all the grievances he had suffered no longer mattered.

When she heard her brother softly call her name, the tears she seemed to have suppressed for a long time came streaming from her eyes. They ran down her cheeks, dampening the hair beside her ears, as she shyly hid beneath the covers.

Besides these things, there was also a pot of wine. It was Pear Blossom White, a rare delicacy in the marketplace. In truth, wine itself was a beautiful stimulant of sorts. When people were happy, they raised their cups and invited the moon to drink with them; when they were sad, they drank their sorrow into their guts, only to find their sorrow deepened.

“I’ll take you to the bulletin board and post it.” As he spoke, he seized Wu Hua’s hand and pulled him forward at a run.

Upon hearing someone slander her deceased son—and discovering that the gossip came from a maid in her own household—how could the Lady of Anding allow her wrongfully dead child to remain dishonored even after death? She signaled the matron beside her to send men to bury the two vile servants who had overstepped their station alongside her son.

After the memorial service, Perfected Huayang summoned Yun Xiu and told her that although the Zheng family had not come to collect her, the temple could still take the initiative and send her home for the festival. She could return home today.

Just as he was about to look more closely, the surface of the pool suddenly flushed red, then gradually darkened until all that remained was a long saber and a cramped sky veiled in yellow sand. Black blood still clung to the saber’s edge, suspended in the very center of his vision, making it seem as though the blade had been driven into his chest and he was looking up along it from below.

At that time, Wu Zongxian was enjoying tremendous popularity. Every program he hosted became a ratings sensation. Wu Hua had not come to seek out the host Wu Zongxian, of course. He had come to find someone whom Wu Zongxian would discover two months later—someone who, at that moment, was merely a restaurant waiter.

I said nothing, only pointing to my shoulder. Shuten Doji immediately smiled, pressed his lips together, and pulled me into his arms. At that moment, what else could I do but yield to him? I thought that since the friendship between us was as tranquil as water, since our hearts between us were as pure as ice in a jade vessel, what harm could there be?

“You’re upset because this title isn’t hereditary?” Cheng Chumo stared at him wide-eyed, as though his entire worldview were on the verge of collapse.

That single remark from Liang Rong once again drove the atmosphere to its peak. The crowd roared hysterically, their eyes feverish with excitement as they eagerly awaited Liang Rong’s rebirth and revenge.

Lucifer was furious. He rubbed at his temples, badly wanting to curse Doru, but managed to restrain his anger.

Although his cultivation had reached the peak of the Martial Elixir realm, no one knew that long ago, Gongsun Haozang had already been capable of contending with a half-step Martial Adept. Now, he was even more formidable.

Gao Yang finally lost patience with the Rubik’s Cube and handed it to Li Mingda, who had been watching from the side with eager anticipation. He looked curiously at Lin Chuan’s guilty expression.

After thinking back for a moment, he realized that yes, when this creature forced its enormous body through the trees, it had used hardly any strength at all. More importantly, its claws could pierce even tree trunks with ease, let alone a human body.

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Zhang Jin had worked hard at the culinary arts for more than a decade. By then, he had become a famous chef and head chef of the county guesthouse. Li Zhen had spent seven or eight years in the police force of Changfeng County and had also built an extensive network of connections.

He suddenly found himself somewhat envious of Gallo Hell. At least they maintained excellent relations with the God Clan, preventing Lucifer from acting recklessly. As for him, he had brought Joseph into the picture—undoubtedly raising a tiger for Lucifer, a tiger that might devour him at any moment.

This power was neither the supreme might of the gods nor destruction capable of annihilating all things. It was an absolute conviction that surpassed life and death, transcended reincarnation, and stood beyond time and space.

Dongfang Yan could scarcely believe her ears. Had Lin Feng gone mad? Did he truly intend to oppose an entire assassin organization by himself?

The superior-grade spiritual plant known as the Golden Sun Tree was extraordinarily delicate. If its growing environment or spiritual-energy conditions fell even slightly below the required standard, it could easily wither and die.

Besides, the butler was certain that Lu Baiting would be happier to see Ye Li bring him coffee than to see the butler himself.

Ye Li’s voice was completely swallowed by Lu Baiting’s sudden kiss. All that remained were faint sobs and the look of someone who wanted to struggle but did not dare.

After Li Jiayan finished speaking, Tang Qianshan still refused to relent. Pretending to rise, Li Jiayan tugged at Song Yanyu and prepared to leave.

To fulfill her best friend’s wish, Liang Qian not only devised plans and strategies, but also provided substantial financial support.

Moreover, dozens of horrifying blood-riddled holes were clearly visible across his body, while his neck and heart had been pierced through by magical artifacts.

Originally, he had only intended to make things difficult for this student who showed him no respect—to embarrass him in front of everyone, then humiliate him with a few cutting remarks and leave him utterly disgraced. Once that was done, the matter would be over.

In a few days, Qin Ming would be leaving for the Cloudwaste Marsh branch of the Feather Spirit Sect. Although it was not very far from the marketplace, he would still have to travel there aboard a flying ship.

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