Volume One, Chapter 75: May I borrow some books from you to read?

Wang Yaoyao crossed her legs arrogantly as she settled into the chair, exuding an air of haughty confidence. The two police officers exchanged glances before stepping forward with their notepads in hand.

Just as the officers and supervisors were pulling out chairs and preparing to leave, Yang Bo’s voice suddenly rang out. Yang Bo smiled. In truth, Zong Yuanfang had a remarkably sharp nose for these matters. But then again, local officials did need someone like Zong Yuanfang to keep them in check. As for how Zong Yuanfang manipulated things to profit handsomely, Yang Bo was not interested in quarreling with him over it.

“What kind of question is that? I dwell within your body—shouldn’t I make use of such excellent inner energy instead of letting it go to waste?” the cunning Demon General Jin Xuan retorted.

The ones truly sent in were only a few unmanned reconnaissance drones. Even if those were lost, it was merely a financial loss—no risk of casualties. By comparison, among Southeast Asian countries, Indonesia could be considered relatively prosperous. Its rich fishing grounds and abundant offshore oil reserves had long put its economy at the forefront. Yet, the state of the country’s navy was almost laughable.

“It’s a strange sensation. Almost like a bodily instinct.” After steadying his breath, Haruki Mushan narrowed his eyes, pondering the feeling he’d just experienced. He pursed his lips, the tip of his tongue lightly tracing the corner of his mouth.

“My lord, what’s wrong?” Two guards, appearing from who-knows-where, hurriedly helped Li Ke up in alarm.

The original idea had been to design a campus reminiscent of a garden, to fill the school with beauty.

However, the High Priest seemed to have no such intentions. He was simply focused on making the administrative institutions and local agencies more efficient.

Lately, Debbie had been spending quite a lot of time with Tang Qi and Hu Qingqing, and her spoken Chinese had improved significantly. She spoke fluently now.

Lin Xiaofan: This is just a book, everyone, don’t get too worked up. These are all works of fiction, something to enjoy in your free time. If you don’t want to read it, just ignore it.

As long as Lin Xiaofan kept researching, it wouldn’t be long before he produced something truly useful.

Then, all sounds, lights, and the fluctuations of vitality within the city vanished without a trace, as if the entire city had been erased from the world itself.

The toy market was filled with all kinds of toys, but plush unicorns were hard to come by. Lin Xiaofan searched through most of the market before finally finding one.

At the sound of someone shouting, the octopus monster actually paused its tentacles, and its deadly claw hovered less than thirty centimeters above the heads of the terrified people.

Everyone knew they needed to work together to block the passage, but the already overburdened magical network could no longer handle such strain.

Here, Mikel forced a bitter smile. “I know you don’t care, but we do. As people slowly forget you, we will be forgotten along with you.”

After more than a month of debate, the Song imperial court still hadn’t reached a consensus on how to deal with the Liao and Jin dynasties. Yet, during that time, unexpected and dramatic changes swept through the northern territories.

This is my first time writing a note upon a book’s release. Today I browsed through the sentiments of many celebrated authors, but to be honest, I still don’t quite understand the conventions or necessity of such a message. So I’ll just say a few words at random.

Once again, I wrapped my arms around Qin Yulin, but this time from behind. My hands crossed around his neck, ruffling his short hair as I whispered softly in his ear.