Volume One, Chapter 43: Our Home Was 'Stolen'

Lu Cheng’s arms hung stiffly at his sides, his body tensed like stone, not daring to move. Soft warmth pressed into his embrace, carrying with it the humid heat of bathwater; he could smell the fragrance of her body wash, the scent of her shampoo, and even the fresh trace of toothpaste on her breath.

Grandfather Ying Tianxuan’s expression cracked in an instant, the image he had so painstakingly cultivated among the younger generation seemingly collapsing in a single moment.

When she awoke to find herself lying in bed and Yan Qingyu nowhere to be seen, she was so afraid she would lose track of him again that she rushed out the door without even putting on her shoes.

While Yan Yi thought she had already caught up with Ying Tianxuan and Yun Tingmeng, she was unaware that she had long since been left far behind.

After speaking, he vanished into the night. Establishing a laboratory of his own here would be a true challenge; without the proper equipment, he couldn’t even conduct human experiments if he wanted to.

On any other day, let alone using skills, these goblins wouldn’t have survived even a single ordinary attack from Meng An.

Jin Yuan returned home with the child, forcing the family doctor to conduct an exceedingly thorough examination.

At the meeting, both sides held detailed discussions regarding the mode of cooperation, the form of investment from Yingshun Pharmaceuticals, and the support provided by both the municipal and county governments of Yijin City for Yingshun Pharmaceuticals.

At this moment, Yang Chenlu’s face was a mask of calm. In her eyes, there was a distinct serenity.

On Thursday, October 19th, four students from other majors transferred into Nursing Class Two, where Xie Ande was studying.

More than a dozen carriages arrived, their passengers barely able to contain themselves, leaping out for fear of falling even a step behind.

Boys always have their own ideas. Though Baibai was the younger brother, it was usually he who made the decisions.

He snorted heavily to show his displeasure. The others, seeing this, quickly stepped aside to clear a path leading straight to Ye Chen.

After Gu Qingcheng’s cremation, Fu Huaian and the others took her ashes, deciding to return to the country that very day.

Qian Ye had already sent people outside the city to scout; with no ambush to be found in the vicinity, a mere two hundred men posed no real threat. His demand now was nothing but deliberate obstruction.

Fu Tianci was about to charge up and start a fight, but this time Fu Huaian grabbed him by the collar and effortlessly dragged him back.

At this moment, Gu Mochen seemed to have reverted to his former self, cold and frosty toward everyone.

Feng Ju opened his eyes to the faint scent of flowers; as he adjusted to the light in the room, he saw red blossoms everywhere, gently washed by sunlight. If not for the enclosing walls, he would have thought himself in a garden.

Xu Huanyan glared at Ye Si without speaking; he, however, remained unbothered, his gaze on her as detached as if she were a stranger.

Liang Ran no longer wished to bargain with Shen Jiangqiao. After all, the sort of person he described might not even be interested in her. She might as well go along with his suggestion, letting him know that his sister was not necessarily in demand, and perhaps he would stop trying to play matchmaker so recklessly.

After taking out the clothes she planned to showcase, Nangong Li tidied them up, then, after some thought, decided to deliver the Linglong Perfume in person, wanting to see what other tricks her counterpart might have.

For the time being, there was no need for Dayu to intervene; only a few low-level juvenile hyenas had followed the zebra over, more than enough for the three brothers to handle.

Taking advantage of the night, the Seventh Elder slipped away from everyone—he hadn’t even informed the Eighth Elder—and went alone to the Unfinished Palace.

A gunshot rang out. An Mu saw the man at whom she was aiming suddenly widen his eyes, then collapse to his knees, his upper body slowly toppling forward.

Though Decleus had considered surrendering to the Roman Legion, most of his villagers—the Cofinium people—were still in Gaoge Village. If word spread that he had surrendered, his wife and children would likely be murdered, and his villagers would be divided up in anger by the other village chiefs.