Volume 1, Chapter 30: A Tingling Sensation Stirred by Him...

Ahead lies the office building of the Sky Eagle Group, as mentioned by Zhu Yingxia. She has purchased the entire structure, now renamed the Sky Eagle Building. Four gilded characters shine brilliantly under the sun, exuding an imposing aura, while a statue of an eagle stands at the entrance, its wings spread wide as if surveying the world with disdain.

Several hours passed. Observing the fading afternoon light, Mo Mingchen finally pushed open the door.

However, since Qing Feng had come specifically to find him and persuade him to return, she would certainly not give up so easily.

"I am sorry. I was immature back then, thinking what I felt for him was love, so when I saw how he treated you..." Luo Xuan said, referring to the past with a look of regret.

In truth, the Night Alliance now qualified to upgrade to a Tier 2 force. The strength of its members already exceeded the requirements, and the fees necessary for the upgrade posed no problem at all.

"Yingxia, you have really worked hard on this matter. I will definitely reward you well," Zhong Hou said with a gentle, indifferent smile on the other end of the phone.

Qing Mengyun was like someone lost in the thick of things; she could never know just how powerful she appeared in the eyes of those angels. Though she did not understand it, she accepted the situation; after all, safety came first. She did not want to die, nor did she want anything to happen to Xian Ling and the others.

Right where Xian Ling’s gaze was fixed, the beam of light was blocked, and something resembling ripples on water suddenly dispersed. Then, boom! Boom! Boom! After several muffled sounds, the scene shifted.

Walking at the very front was Ye Wuhui, clad in a long black robe, followed closely by Qian Xiaosheng and Wang Hu.

Yet, he knew even better that if he were to speak such words at this moment, it would only place greater pressure upon her.

Xun You and Xun Chen sat upright, accompanying Xun Jing. They were on their way to congratulate the eldest son of the Prefect on his marriage.

After the Qingming Festival, Tian Dalang began to bring some yellowed parchment, teaching Lady Liu how to keep records: the first column for the date, the second for intake, the third for output, the fourth for loss... in addition to temperature, light, weather, and so on.

His junior apprentice was watching from behind; how could he fail to ride well and force him to endure several more days of hardship alongside him?

On the other side, Xiahou Jianmei and Xiahou Pangdun were pestering their brother. The clever techniques used by Asheng were not as convincing as the solid, fist-fought achievements of Cao Cao.

He bowed slightly like a gentleman, the angle and posture of his bow perfectly refined, as if honed through countless repetitions—a sight both pleasing and comfortable to behold.

Huan Ling pressed in from behind, placing his hands over the other's. His slender fingers interlaced through the gaps, holding them loosely, his fingertips tracing the clear career line on the palm, sparking a sensation of tingling itchiness that pierced straight to the heart.

In just a few days, six laboratories were attacked. The perpetrators had no clear target and seemed to strike at random; everywhere they went, they either annihilated the occupants or left them missing. The severity of the impact shocked the world.

Upon hearing this, Meng Lan lightly covered her red lips and laughed subtly. After sitting down again, she asked, "What exactly happened? When I arrived, I heard you had already quelled the matter."

Beyond various vegetables, all sorts of delicacies made from mutant beasts were laid out here. It was a classic case of the rich feasting while the poor froze to death by the roadside.

Li Zimu maintained strict control over the numbers, capping the force at one thousand, with only two hundred recruited in the initial phase.

She also complained that he deserved to be unloved, leaving without a word of warning, sneaking away with his men at the crack of dawn like thieves.

When Lin En first arrived in Fengtai County, he also wore thick-soled boots. Because he had to do farm work, it was difficult to walk mountain paths or climb trees in them, so he took them off and stopped wearing them. Now, he only wore the thin-soled boots made for him by Mistress Lin.

It goes to show that if a man ceases to cherish you, everything you do is wrong—crying is wrong, laughing is wrong, and even breathing is wrong.

The appearance of the four was like a chase. When they caught sight of Lei Chen’s face in the cavern, all four were stunned. Clearly, they had not expected someone to arrive in the trench ahead of them. Ga Shi and the old monk He Duo were both latecomers and had not known that Lei Chen was also among those recruited by Yun Che.

On the side of Naypyidaw, the pressure facing the 56th Division increased sharply. Chu Ketian’s army had reached the Salween River; how could the 56th Division withstand the assault of Chu Ketian’s main force?

"Fifth Sister, please don't get agitated. Of course, things are not set in stone; it also depends on the attitude of Third Uncle and Father. Just focus on resting and recovering," Shen Qingshuang comforted her.

Doctor Wang examined the leftovers one by one, finally locking his focus on the bowl of mushroom and chicken casserole brought by Chu Pingle.

If his life were a grand game of chess, then he was but a piece on the board; yet, he was willing to serve as a pawn for that youth.

Naturally, Jiang Qi did not believe Xu You’s riddled, hole-filled explanation, but he still smiled and let him go, allowing him to leave the gate and move far away from the commander's tent of Yuan Shao—a place where he had once attained countless glories.

Behind the thatched hut, Xiao Wen suddenly withdrew all his Daoist power, and a pair of black boots fell into his hands. Without any need for Daoist activation, wisps of black vapor rose from the boots, obscuring their true appearance and making them look all the more mysterious.

Before finding them, he couldn't help but think: under such circumstances, surely that fellow couldn't still keep his sword at his side, could he?

It was none other than Jin Chengwu, the man who had previously ordered that Li Kuafu be found even if it meant digging three feet into the earth.

Reaching the entrance of the bun shop in a few steps, seeing the doors wide open, Xiao Wen glanced inside and walked straight in.

"That's fine. Give me two sets of this style, including the briefs—one solid black and one bright red," Li Kuafu said directly, specifying the two colors he favored.