Forty-two hand-drawn sketches

A cold sneer curled on Chu Nan’s lips as he gazed at the four martial masters, the Dry Thunder Blade in his hand trembling ever so slightly. When the fighting first erupted, he had even wondered if the city would fall within half a day, just as Guangzhou had. In history, the Beiyang Fleet cost nearly forty million taels of silver to build, and once it was established, the entire Qing court was flush with pride, believing themselves secure and unassailable.

Gu Xu turned to glance at Wang Xianchao. Though the light was dim, he could see Wang’s face flushed bright red with anger. I reached out to pinch the yellowed paper; the first sheet lifted easily enough, but what I saw beneath astonished me. The papers below had already crumbled to dust, and when the breeze swept through, it stung my eyes so much I could barely keep them open.

In other words, many regions would begin to suffer poor harvests around this time of year, and the drought would persist. Corn and other crops sown after July and August would fail as well. Only under such conditions, when the spring came and the land remained barren, with no wheat able to be sown, and all reserves eaten, would people finally flee in true desperation.

The rulers of both nations met their deaths at Ye Bei’s hand, and their countries suffered setbacks that set them back a century, dropping them from the ranks of the great powers.

Of course, he deliberately ignored those chat screenshots, which had been taken during the livestream, before Ye Sheng’s identity was revealed.

Hua Jingjing was stunned when she saw Wang Xianchao seated in the second row, second seat—Lin Yuan’s seat.

Li Er was so furious he could hardly speak. Just as he was about to kick Wang Xingxin, a eunuch announced that the craftsmen and materials Wang Xingxin had requested were ready.

Exchanging a bit of weaponry or purchasing necessities for daily life—these were all possible. After all, it could improve the tribe’s living conditions and help defend it.

“This is a long story, but once we meet Lian Haiping, everything will become clear,” Cui Jun said, believing Kathleen had a deep connection to Lianhua, though his words failed to persuade Li Xingong.

In the distance, lightning ceaselessly struck Uranos from the sky, but it caused no harm. The bolts vanished upon striking Uranos’ surface, unable to inflict serious damage.

Two arrows were shot toward Lin Miaochang, but after encountering the golden-robed demon spirit’s ‘Frozen’ spell, their momentum was greatly diminished. Lin, startled, thrust out her ten fingers, her sharp nails elongating into blades, intercepting the arrows mid-air.

At that moment, the road was blocked at both ends by exploded vehicles. The remaining four cars’ bodyguards quickly exited, shielding Mr. Ouyang as he retreated.

Uranos was not conceived merely as a mobile city. Years ago, lunar settlers, forced by resource depletion, had to abandon their homeland and embark for Qinghai. The Titan was their conveyance.

Once Zeng Bu had dealt with the matter, he had no mood for idle chatter. He was indeed a busy man, with northwest military affairs ongoing and intelligence to process daily. He exchanged a few words with Zhao Lin and then took his leave.

Hu Ximei’s face changed; her seven fox tails curled tightly, wrapping her delicate body into a ball, bristling like steel needles.

Li Yang’s pupils contracted as he struck as well, a sharp aura rising from him. A massive golden fist shadow, imbued with unstoppable force, crashed into the blurred figure.

Boss Chang wondered if it was time to get a new car. With the vehicle bumping along, and little rest these past days, his exhaustion grew.

The village chief and steward said nothing. They suspected Xiang Han Tu of tax evasion, but these two had no travel documents and could not enter any town. In any case, it was none of their concern.

She gripped her dagger tightly, suppressing her trembling, and stepped closer to Ying Zheng.

Now she understood: the Bian family’s revenge had already arrived, though by means they could never have anticipated.

Zhu Sheng flexed her fingers, feeling a touch of nervousness. Still, since it was her best friend and partner’s mother visiting her hometown, she would play the gracious host.

Approaching the smoke, it was like plunging into boiling water. Gao Jianli heard a sizzling sound, his eyeballs, coated in mud, rolling in their sockets, and blisters erupted from the heat.

In summer, dawn came early. Climbing the gentle slope and crossing a low wall, she saw Zhu Sheng feeding grain to the chickens.

When the bell rang signaling the end of class, Sun Chenghui feared she might break down in front of her students, so she didn’t linger in the classroom. Instead, she and her mother quietly traveled to a labor reform farm on Beijing’s outskirts to visit her brother Sun Chengwei for the first and last time before leaving Beijing. With such a disappointing brother, Sun Chenghui could only accept her fate.

“Sounds reasonable. Let’s do it. Now, let’s see what benefits we can get!” The boss laughed heartily.

The Ishii Regiment hurried southward, journeying through dirt roads. The constant jolting left them drowsy.

Ling Rui took a basin, scooped in flour, then added water, an egg, a pinch of salt, and mixed it into a batter.

Then, Huang Lei would assign tasks to the others, keeping the most difficult ones for himself.

The Twilight Star Spirit’s seal had not completely locked away its power, but it had suppressed its appearance; only a faint trace could escape.

So at times like this, a slender waist could be taken as reasonable.

Chakra flowed through his body, gathering in his legs. Xi Li bent low, one foot forward, one foot touching the ground, ready to sprint.

Although this could only keep the portal open for a few minutes, the clever Karl found a solution by exploiting the Void Zerg’s unique traits.