Chapter 799

One Hundred and Forty-Four: Chen Jiaxin: I’m the One Who Has to Step Up

“Sixth Aunt took Qiu Tang out on duty—if she were still here, it would be better; Sixth Aunt always liked coming to visit Master…”

Chen Jiaxin shook her head, her small face tinged with regret.

Ouyang Rong’s expression grew calm and composed as he spoke:

“External aid is unreliable, Miss. Let’s see if we can rely on ourselves—think of a way…”

“I know that.”

Chen Jiaxin suddenly interrupted him.

Ouyang Rong immediately saw the swordrobe girl

“Sixth Aunt took Qiu Tang out on duty—if she were still here, it would be better; Sixth Aunt always liked coming to visit Master…”

Chen Jiaxin shook her head, her small face tinged with regret.

Ouyang Rong’s expression grew calm and composed as he spoke:

“External aid is unreliable, Miss. Let’s see if we can rely on ourselves—think of a way…”

“I know that.”

Chen Jiaxin suddenly interrupted him.

Ouyang Rong immediately saw the swordrobe girl

“Head Monk, call someone!” The young man lying on the ground turned pale—he had clearly suffered badly from Tie Mao’s kick.

Rongyao Yongheng now really wanted to go to the scene, but the situation didn’t allow it—he’d probably be shot dead by arrows before even reaching the canyon mouth.

Amidst a series of crisp crackling sounds, I stepped out of the car and walked into the stairwell under the admiring glances of relatives and neighbors.

The Emperor clenched his lips, knowing any words now would be useless, so he remained silent to avoid further humiliation.

Wang Zhenyu and Cai E met for the second and final time in Wuhan.

But doing so would be far more complicated and troublesome than letting the submarine launch a direct strike on the Russian Pacific Fleet, even increasing losses—but Tang Jian felt no regret; he couldn’t let the soldiers aboard Hai Chou die senselessly.

This had long puzzled Yang Liu Yi Yi: the old faith that had existed before Qingsheng’s launch had returned, and to everyone’s shock, a new faction called Xuan Yue Yongheng had suddenly appeared, absorbing all of Qingsheng into itself.

All these actions were completed in an instant; Zhuo Yifan had no time to react—he could only raise his long sword to guard his chest.

He reentered Bai Lu Village, turned his horse toward the village center, and stopped before the ancestral hall that once served as the Agricultural Cooperative headquarters; he fired three shots in rapid succession, the gunshots shattering the deathly silence of the night.

Ye Qingcheng’s gaze darkened slightly; she hadn’t forgotten how Xia Xun had drawn affection and love from her—just as he had just now—which was why she had once unconsciously developed feelings for him.

On March 1st, the Baling Steppe remained unnaturally cold; the ice on Baiyin Zhuo’er had turned into a vast snowy expanse—snow reflecting sunlight looked whiter still, and as far as the eye could see, the steppe was blanketed in snow.

Mu Qianxun’s voice was hoarse and trembling, whether from the scalding hot water burning her throat or from her inner state, it was so mournful it sent a chill through the heart.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment—the buffalo horn ring on the character’s finger suddenly flared to life.

Mu Xi stared wide-eyed; Mu Qianxun had never seen Mu Xi look like this before—but then she remembered her mother’s portrait, and it ceased to seem strange.

Besides good speaking skills and professional knowledge, one needs quick on-the-spot reactions and even the ability to liven up the atmosphere; for Gong Yao, this career as a commentator was still far too distant.

Nian Yun only realized upon reaching Nanxun Hall that the Dowager Consorts and the Former Empress Dowagers of Xingqing Palace had arrived very early—they seemed to have gathered at Nanxun Hall since morning, waiting for her.

Yet the red meteor, as before, remained utterly uncontrollable; his powerful mental force had no effect whatsoever, and it slammed into his chest with the brute force of a charging bull.

So if no further opportunity arises, he will truly be stuck on both fronts.

Let’s talk about blood and tears if you must—but what are these things? How dare you slander my idol?

“Good! Sorry to trouble you all!” Wen Xin smiled. She decided to stay; since the elders had all said so, why not stay? Wen Xin was always easygoing.

“That’s enough—the rest is up to us,” Najibula immediately relaxed, nodding firmly in assurance.

“Don’t play dumb with me! If you don’t confess honestly, I won’t be gentle with you!” Liang Xiaojun’s temper had clearly reached its limit—anyone treated this way would be furious.