Volume 1, Chapter 25: Is Grandpa Qin Coughing Up Blood and Undergoing Emergency Resuscitation?

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Lu Jiajia heard someone calling her and turned around, her eyes narrowing in suspicion at the woman before her.

“Who are you?”

Wang Mei was not unattractive; having been a teacher for many years, she carried an air of scholarly grace.

Lu Jiajia seemed to recall something. “You’re a teacher at Red Flag Elementary?”

Wang Mei smiled warmly. “Comrade Lu, you have a good memory. I’m Wang Mei.”

“The last time I saw you was when you came to our school to perform for the children.”

“At that time, I already thought Comrade Lu was the most beautiful among the entire art troupe. Seeing you in person now, it’s clear you have an elegant demeanor.”

No one dislikes being flattered.

Especially after the slight injustices she had just endured...

Lu Yunfan was speaking animatedly when Lu Yuncao behind him urgently stopped him, not even bothering to look back.

But he wasn’t there just to collect meat pies. The scheming bastard had set the stage; even the unfortunate victims who were being played had glimpsed part of the truth. How could he make a move too early and scare the snakes?

Old Master Wei’s words left him with a heavy mix of emotions; he wept uncontrollably. Madam Wei was already too weak to cry, her hands trembling slightly.

“Wounding the enemy a thousand but losing eight hundred oneself” — indeed a harsh truth, but among life’s many sufferings, who can truly see everything clearly?

Having been sold out and left with nothing by his martial uncle Zhou Chunhuo before, now it was Master’s turn—was he to be sold out again?

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The boundary-breaking insect woman suddenly gasped sharply, her face flushing as she covered her mouth in shock. She had never imagined that this spatial artifact was far more complex than she had assumed.

At the same time, the bamboo forest rustled violently, countless sharpened bamboo poles raining down like a storm, striking toward the carriage.

“Uh, maybe we won’t go today,” Xia Dongjin murmured, wishing only to stay quietly in the room with him—the time peaceful, the breeze gentle.

As Lu Wanlan spoke, a fragrant scent drifted in from outside, causing his stomach to grumble instantly.

He had seen and experienced being consumed by one’s deepest fears and terrors; those who failed to conquer their inner demons inevitably became like that.

In the next moment, the man decisively removed two remaining daggers from inside his coat. The daggers were extremely light, their blades as thin as cicada wings. Using his calloused and thick tiger’s paw, he gripped the handles with thunderous force.

Gu Xi turned around, and the next second, felt a cold sensation on his face accompanied by a sweet fragrance entering his nostrils; his eyes reflexively closed.

Aili didn’t know the nature of their relationship. As for Su Wushuang’s family affairs, he only knew that he had a bad relationship with his uncle and wasn’t aware that he was also on poor terms with Su Yao and the others. He smiled warmly, very friendly.

Ruan Ruan was almost a carbon copy of Li Jixing; if Li Jixing saw her, things would only get more complicated.

Originally, the wall where the mural hung was now adorned with gun slings. Colorful Zhuliu guns were fixed to the wall. The wall stretched wide and long through the entire corridor. Wu Jin estimated there was room to hang many more firearms.

A warm breath brushed past Hua Xuanji’s neck, the refreshing scent of green tea lingering in her nostrils. Her heart inexplicably fluttered, yet she forgot to push him away.

He and Yi Junlei were friends. If he knew about Chen Lulan’s affairs, he would probably tell Yi Junlei.

Now I finally understand one thing: that phrase Jiang Bihe said could also apply to me. If Shen Yi loved me, a man as good as him, even as a concubine, I would be willing.

In the villa, Number One had somehow found a mirror, glancing at it occasionally, then letting out a long sigh.

A competent sniper not only hits targets a thousand meters away but also knows every inch of their rifle’s structure. The sniper rifle is his honor and belief.

He was still thinking that if he had the chance to go west, he’d bring back a Pacific horse to try. In his past life, he never tasted the flavor of a Pacific horse. Now, wielding the power of life and death in this life, how could he not want to try something new?

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His voice was loud and full of vigor, showing no sign of illness, no nasal tone, and certainly no cold.

Roger slightly moved his neck, looked around, and then confirmed his location from the room’s layout—it was Wang Jian’s kitchen.

Due to timing, he had initially planned to buy a place here, but finding nothing suitable, he rented one for them to stay in temporarily.

Of course, in reality, cinemas wouldn’t schedule screenings like this; among the main titles, there would be distinctions between flagship and non-flagship films. Most screenings would be allocated only to the strongest few.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, he suddenly sensed a slight change in the light before him.

Wang Naijie did not resist but promptly followed the instructions—bending to pick something up, tilting his head back to drink water, letting the clear liquid flow down his neck and over his chest muscles.

The lesson finally arrived today, but Chen Tianhao was not happy. Perhaps it was too harsh a lesson; no matter how vain or scheming Wang Qian was, she didn’t deserve such a tragic end.

Liu Qing stared silently at Zhao Xiang’s sour face, realizing that whether they won or lost, she would have to lie obediently in bed that night.

Liu Sichun and her agent Sun Ping happened to walk past them and couldn’t help but glance over after hearing the words.

If outsiders found out that a direct descendant of their family had entered that industry, and the identity remained undisclosed, they would have to endure the unspoken rules.

Seeing Gong Gong tear off his mask, Yun Xiao and the others immediately heightened their alertness, focusing fully on confronting Gong Gong as he broke through the main formation.

Tang Qi was roasting fish by the fire, while the red-haired man sat nearby, eyes unblinking. The firelight flickered on his face, and Tang Qi saw a mournful emotion in his gaze, as if on the verge of tears.

Great news—they hadn’t misheard. Yang Bo was planning to betray the Ming Kingdom. Once this news spread back, the Eight Banners, who had suffered countless losses at the hands of the guerrilla camp, would surely tremble! Lushun, Jinzhou, Pidao, even pacifying the entire southern Liaoning—being a key figure in promoting this, how would his lord reward him afterward?