Chapter 33

"Wang Xiaoliang, you—you are an asshole." Dean Geng could no longer contain his fury when he heard Wang Xiaoliang utter such unprincipled words, willing to abandon an imminent transfer mission just to stay behind and protect Commander Lei.

Yu Hongning immediately smashed her empty beer bottle in anger; the crash was crisp, startling, and intense. Despite the imposing display, she took no further action.

Nymph, having realized from their conversation that the two shared a master-servant relationship, spoke with an unwittingly bitter tone. She activated a new card, and countless spears flickering with lightning appeared by her side.

Although she usually pretended not to care about her family or its business, she understood well that the family legacy could not be abandoned. She had to shoulder immense pressure, and in the coming years, she might even have to consider a marriage proposal from the heir of one of her family's tacit allies if she could no longer hold out.

"Deputy Commander Wang, I have said this often, but—I say 'but'—for every combat mission we execute, especially breakthrough battles, we must make the most rational and scientific tactical deployments before the campaign begins to protect our soldiers to the greatest extent."

Note: Making one's useless self useful, making one's useful self even more useful, and then making one's even more useful self irreplaceable—this is what I consider to be the value of a person. Pursue excellence, and success will naturally follow.

Song Zinan was clearly surprised to see Li Quan; it seemed he was looking for her, but wasn't he in Class 11?

For instance, if someone of noble status shows solicitous concern for a lowly, poor person, attends to them meticulously, or even dines at the same table, is it to prove that they love the people like their own children and empathize with their hardships?

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but after a long while, he finally gave up. Seeing that he wouldn't say it after all, I let it go as well and turned to leave.

Gong Yunxiu frowned slightly, her expression cold as she watched this useless dog draw closer to her.

They had witnessed a catastrophic, horrific event that could only be described as "an affront to humanity, a collapse of the heavens, and a ruinous disaster."

"Doctor Liu, you must be responsible for what you say. Have you verified this clearly?" Consort Li trembled all over, yet she managed to maintain her composure, asking the imperial physician with a quivering voice.

"Mom, neurosurgery is quite complex, so don't worry." Ling Mo comforted Gao Xueqing while glancing toward the operating room entrance. At that very moment, the doors opened, and a doctor stepped out, wearily removing the mask from his face.

"I will, I will! I definitely will!" Blood seeped from the corner of Wang Yan's mouth. He stared intently into Fang Cheng's deep, dark eyes, his resolve unwavering.

Ye Zhiyuan glanced at him, kicked aside the quilt, and pulled Zhou Xuan’s hand out directly. Looking down at him with a disdainful gaze, he said, "It seems your strength has returned." His tone was cold to the extreme, yet as he peered at his flushed abdomen, he still reached out and rubbed it gently.

The Battle of Yaping made Li Yan famous across the lands, not only for his peerless beauty but also for his unparalleled strategic brilliance. While the world sighed in admiration for this heir of Rongnan, they grew increasingly restless and anxious, deeply concerned about the unpredictability of the coming war between Yu and Rong.

Ciku chanted a Buddhist mantra and said nothing more. He longed to tell Xuanzang that it was the vast quantities of grain transported by the willow-wood ships and the countless workshops established by the Great Tang that saved the masses, not the gods.

The Emperor Hong Ran stared fixedly at Qing Fengyu, sneering incessantly as waves of mental energy transformed into sharp weapons, slicing his body into a mass of wounds.

However, a real train with heavy rails requires carving through mountains and building bridges over rivers; the cost would be far too great.

But would anyone ever again tolerate her willfulness and her temper? If they couldn't, and if she suffered grievances with nowhere to turn, what would she do?

She appeared at his wedding, too. After the turmoil, he watched as she was led away by others, while he had to proceed with his own ceremony.

If he had handed this matter to me at the beginning, I certainly would have refused. But Xu Yi went about it bit by bit—first asking me to help at the izakaya, then asking me to keep an eye out when he was buying a storefront. Gradually, it seemed I really had become deeply involved.

Using the Four Symbols Formation consumes a great deal of internal energy. Furthermore, because they needed to trap a master like Wangcai, the four elders of the Ye family expended their strength to the limit. Being elderly, they were nearly unable to hold on.

Xiao Jiangyuan did not suspect anything and went upstairs with Li Linfu, only to find that Li Longji’s complexion was indeed slightly poor. While Li Longji and Li Linfu discussed state affairs, Xiao Jiangyuan called Bian Lingcheng over. Upon learning that Li Longji hadn't summoned an imperial physician at all, she couldn't help but glance at him, only to be caught in his deep, searching gaze.

And just as Chu Feng gained a detailed understanding of the effects of the Emperor's magnetic field, a sudden idea struck him.

His voice echoed over the Port of Deep Blue through Us's amplification magic. Many who heard these words looked up at the sky. Some saw the flying dragons and guessed it was the work of the mages riding them.

Because he was using only two legs and one hand, and because the impact of the Heavenly Spirit Waterfall was too great, Qin Yu slowly began to slide down the cultivation pillar.