Volume One, Chapter 102: Speaking Out for Justice

“Speak!”
Bian Xunzhou also turned to face her directly.
Wen Xuyu stared at him, her expression cold and indifferent, enunciating each word: “I want you to sign the divorce agreement right now. When the child is born, we’ll go get the divorce certificate immediately.”
For Lin Hao, however, this was undoubtedly excellent news; at least he had found a breakthrough and could directly attempt to breach the barrier.
This time, the two gatekeeping disciples dared not stop Wu Kuang and his companions again. Instead, they lowered their heads, not daring to look at Wu Kuang even for a moment.
“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I’ve dragged everyone into this,” An Yining bowed before Supervisor Wang and the team members.
At this moment, the power accumulated in the Hou Yi bow was already formidable, certainly enough to annihilate the Abyssal Fury Emperor. He released his right hand, and with a sharp ‘bang,’ the crisp sound of the bowstring echoed, a soul-piercing resonance sweeping across the surroundings in an instant.
“Do you prefer the taste when I feed you?” Qin Mo looked at her, lazily curled up like a cat, a faint smile at the corner of his lips.
“That’s true,” Yuan Zhao quickly nodded in agreement. Apparently satisfied with Yuan Zhao’s response, Ge Dongxiao’s face showed a smug grin. When I looked closely, it made sense—his face was full of wrinkles; calling him ‘uncle’ wasn’t an exaggeration.
Yu Tieshi couldn’t be provoked; once agitated, he would become uncontrollably furious—something Wu Kuang needed.
Qin Aofeng smiled faintly, rose, and sat cross-legged opposite Shanwa, imitating his posture.
Moreover, Lady Eleven never believed that Helian Jiuniang, a child full of desire and willing to flatter for gain, would be so affected by a few reproaches as to throw herself into a lake.
From within the tents came the occasional groans of the wounded and words of comfort exchanged among the soldiers, as well as the hurried footsteps of army doctors anxiously tending to their injuries.
These workers were right; perhaps she could raise their wages a little more?
He knew he was worried for her, that he didn’t want her to be upset over people who were already dead. Though she appeared displeased, she understood in her heart.
Amidst the cold gleam, even the Immortal Lord of Langya found himself dazzled, standing at the bridgehead, unable to step forward lightly.
Having been stuck at the Distraction stage for so long, if he could obtain a pill of the Azure Sovereign, he might immediately break through to the early Integration stage.
For the past ten days, ever since Mo You entered the Su family, Aunt Zhang had done her best to avoid her, barely speaking to her.
Moreover, those delivering water scoffed at Zhao Tiezhu’s behavior, always provoking him a little before leaving.
Hearing Xu Yanping speak with apparent confidence, Xiao Yihuan’s joy was boundless; he leaned in eagerly to ask, his demeanor at odds with his dignified and imposing image, even bordering on sleazy. Yet the audience seemed used to it, leaving only a few elderly, the rest dispersing quietly.
A complex emotion flickered in Gu Anxing’s eyes, though it was for Yaya and had nothing to do with Su Yuche.
“To the north of Guangyuan City, Mingyue Gorge lies close to sheer cliffs; it was the most perilous stretch of ancient plank roads, only six meters wide. South of Qipan Pass is Sichuan, north of Qipan Pass is Shaanxi.”
After the incident with the Nian family, the emperor’s suspicions of others reached their peak—whether pillow-side confidants or ministers he’d personally cultivated, no one escaped his doubts during this period.
Fortunately, after Rika Tachibana’s explanation, Mayumi gritted her teeth and accepted this absurd reality, promising to join in the fun later.
In late December, Huang Ming employed every possible method to expand the influence of “Five Centimeters per Second” and “Voice of the Stars.”