Volume 1, Chapter 30: Fond of Snacking in Secret

Huo Shixu found it impossible to continue the conversation with Song Nanyi. After staying for only a short while, he left the hospital. Song Nanyi, suffering from a leg injury and feeling dizzy, fell asleep after receiving an injection.

A few days later.

Exactly as she had feared! Julie was deeply dissatisfied with her own volatility that night, having allowed her emotions to be so easily provoked.

It was precisely for this reason that Immortal Qilin paid such close attention to the battle between Li Yi and Mo Tian. After all, Immortal Qilin had to be prepared at all times; if Li Yi truly reached his limit, then even if Li Yi insisted on holding out, Immortal Qilin would never allow him to continue risking his life.

After recuperating at the Fang estate for two days, Li Yi paid a formal visit to the head of the family, Fang Dongyang. The two conversed for two days, leaving Li Yi with a much clearer understanding of the situation in the Kan Territory.

Cheng Yang possessed astonishing strength. With a deep shout followed by a metallic "clang," his trench shovel struck the target's head squarely. There was a sudden "thud," and the skull split open just like a watermelon.

Regrettably, though his war halberd could sever rock and shear through steel, it could not cut through this wisp of a gentle breeze.

"In that case, Captain, I shall also head back to Ling City. Once I return, I must properly brief my old subordinates," Mel said from the side.

After the old Prince turned to issue the order for the troops to enter the city, his soldiers felt deeply puzzled and exchanged bewildered glances. However, the old Prince's command brooked no resistance. After a moment of hesitation, the soldiers of the Pass Legion began to slowly follow Prince Jeff’s lead, edging toward Xi City.

Although they had arrived in a great hurry, they had still brought basic siege equipment. Cheng Wuting remained composed as he drew his bow and fired an arrow directly at the enemy commander stationed on the city wall.

The major clothing sponsorship was already secured with Lianye Garments. Today, the priority was to visit the jewelry company for public relations.

Had it not been for Li Yi realizing that Wolf would certainly never harm him, he might have continued complaining indefinitely.

Standing in the front row, Yi Yang couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. It would be more accurate to call this "torture" rather than a "rectification of conduct." This so-called rectification consisted of standing in rigid military posture under the scorching midday sun and feeding mosquitoes by a foul-smelling ditch in nothing but trunks at night.

"True enough, but it remains to be seen if they have the ability. Very well, we have arrived. Now, join me in setting up the formation!" Xie Xin said, having already descended to the ground with Lou Gui.

Mo Wuyin had only intended to tease, but to his surprise, Yuan Deshi scratched his head in embarrassment and spoke.

In an instant, the sound of explosions, the pungent smell of gas, and intense light assaulted the area within a five-meter radius. From the thick smoke came the violent coughing and angry shouts of "Blackie" and his men.

When the leader of the Palestinian faction first heard what Yao Yi said, he was overjoyed; however, upon seeing the delineated borders, his heart suddenly sank.

Looking at Zheng Li, who was a man from an ancient era yet far more composed than she was, she wondered why she was overthinking everything. It was truly ridiculous.

Yao Yi’s comical appearance made everyone burst into laughter. He Siyuan took the opportunity to glance at Yao Yi; in that brief moment of eye contact, both their hearts trembled.

What kind of school was Zishan Middle School, anyway? Why was it so important in the eyes of the Dean of Students?

"It seems I must find an opportunity to discover the true identity of this An Lei..." Glancing at Black Three, who was still sprawled on the ground, Yi Yang clenched his fist slightly, thinking to himself.

"Uh? Dad, what's wrong?" Ouyang Jin was stunned, sensing that something was wrong. His father had never spoken to him in such a tone. Moreover, he had always called him "son"; the number of times his father had coldly addressed him by his full name could be counted on one hand.