Chapter 141: Is He Man or God?

"Map of Mountains and Rivers" is a song that was performed and released on the 2019 Lantern Festival Gala of the "Kyoto" television station on Earth. It is a rare example of a song that was broadcast on a major television gala before its official release. Following the Lantern Festival, the song appeared consecutively on the Mid-Autumn Festival and Qixi Festival galas, solidifying its prestigious status. With its majestic lyrics and Chinese-style arrangement, it embodies a profound love for the magnificent landscape of the motherland, showcasing masterful cultural expression.

He had snuck a peek at the letter written by Chang Sheng-hua. The lines contained both simplicity and deep affection, as if the very word "devotion" were laid bare on the thin stationery, making it seem as though the paper itself could barely bear the weight of such sentiments.

"Right! I'll do my best!" Feng Wanli grinned, tapped the Blue Spirit Sable on his shoulder, and headed toward the men's dormitory.

"Sister, how can you say you don't recognize me?" Linda asked, her face filled with utter disbelief as she pointed at Han Ruoxi.

"I wonder if you have any refreshing potions? Ideally, something that would allow me to go without sleep for a few days?" Nicholas asked. He truly did not want to sleep at all right now. Having experienced the benefits of his super-learning ability, how could he bear to waste time on sleep?

"If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do!" The chief instructor waved his hand, his demeanor suggesting that there was no evidence left to prove otherwise.

As he spoke, he opened the ring box to reveal a massive diamond ring, sparkling and brilliant. A ring is a token of love and a universal gift for a marriage proposal.

Once in the carriage, Feng Qiqi’s face darkened. Throughout the entire journey to the Prince Duan Estate, she was shrouded in gloom, not uttering a single word.

"If you manage to turn someone into a celestial demon, then I'll admit you have real talent, giggles..." Luo Hongyi laughed, leaning back toward him to demand a kiss, using it as a way to siphon his vitality.

Not to mention, this Commander of the Imperial Guards was the only surviving blood relative of the late Grand Marshal, the Marquis of Champion, and the rightful heir to the Marquis's legacy.

Zhao Long had spent the entire morning sleeping at his desk. By noon, his phone rang. He was ready to curse whoever was disturbing his slumber, but upon seeing it was a call from his mother, he answered hastily, hearing her anxious voice on the other end.

Mu Ruxue subconsciously glared at Xia Feng, urging him repeatedly, though Xia Feng, with the soft beauty in his arms, felt a sense of reluctance to let go.

From the moment they met until now, Yun Qihan had never treated her with kindness. Yet, his gentle voice and friendly smile just now made her suspect that the person she encountered today must be a fake Yun Qihan.

Thousands of Jizhou heavy cavalry, who had been lying in ambush behind them, all surged forward. They ignited their torches, spurred their horses into a gallop, and charged toward Zhang Liang’s camp.

It turned out that Ju Shou had led men to build a dam, but such matters are highly dependent on terrain; not every location is suitable, and only topography like the Three Gorges would be appropriate.

Take this moment, for instance: if the lead car suddenly brakes, one could explain it as drowsy driving leading to an accidental tap of the pedal, which is quite difficult to argue against. As for the car behind, one could simply claim that in a state of panic, the driver mistook the accelerator for the brake, which would also be a plausible excuse.

Just then, another "Boom!" rang out not far from us. Flames surged into the sky, and I could feel it—another great fire.

As for an antidote, such a thing naturally did not exist. Moreover, even though the smoke did not pass through his throat, the anesthetic gas would still enter his body through the oral mucosa as it washed over his mouth. Even though he had been deliberately blowing the smoke toward Yuan Youchong, the actual amount inhaled by both was virtually the same.

Liao Chen was also left stunned, staring fixedly at Murong Xue'er, his eyes filled with a trace of infatuation.

This streak of sword light was too powerful—even stronger than the giant palm of ice from before. It felt impossible to resist, stirring despair and making it difficult to face.

Zhang Chu’s first reaction was to wonder if something had happened at Cheng Yuxin’s home again, but judging by Mother Cheng’s tone, it didn’t seem like it.