Chapter 32: Walking Between Two Companies

Mu Qingran, noticing the atmosphere had eased, finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly interjected, "President Fu, you always see further than the rest. This role truly suits Jiang Yu well—it can restore the previous situation and give her a chance to showcase her acting skills."

Fu Boyun turned to look at Mu Qingran, "You had better focus on your own duties. Don't let any problems arise again!"

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Gu Liangyuan knew it was not a matter of lacking insight, but that his soul was simply not strong enough to deduce a formation of such complexity. The Jade Gate had yet to be built; as it stood, only Shanhai Pass could hold back the blades of Great Liang. If Shanhai Pass fell, Youzhou would be exposed entirely under the eyes of Great Liang.

Lin Wuchen had just coaxed Mu Fan into the house to fetch water for him, and now he was hurriedly sending Mu Fan away. Time was nearly up; Aunt Qiu came to call them, saying Madam Song wanted them to greet the guests at the gate together.

You could ask me to do anything, but this is Prince Gong—aside from Cixi, no one in the Qing dynasty held a higher status than Prince Gong.

Gu Yuanshan instantly recognized the child being handed out as his own son. His eyes burned red with rage; he had never imagined that the greatest child trafficker was his neighbor across the street. All the anxious effort he’d spent searching, only to discover the other had sold his son.

Thus, under the ambush on the mountain path, the army of Great Liang—already cut off from front, middle, and rear—plunged into utter hell.

Every known and unknown substance, power, field, spiritual intent, and objective existence resides within space; space has layers but no inside or outside, nothing exists outside it, thus space is ultimately infinite.

Moments ago, their face-to-face bombardment left the French fleet defeated, several warships sunk and others severely damaged.

"Foundation Establishment—I want to ascend to Foundation Establishment!" Mu Fan at that moment resembled a teenager on the brink of transformation, shouting and hollering wildly.

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Zhao Fuxin then realized he’d been lost in thought, his gaze fixed on Wanyan Beiya’s chest. Yet Wanyan Beiya showed neither embarrassment nor shyness, but rather pride and joy.

"What manner of monster are you?" Facing the cold, blue-glinting blade of Blue Ocean, Mo Tiannan, though his expression was grim, showed no sign of tension. Instead, he looked calmly at the blue blade near his throat.

The matron was soaked in cold sweat from Cold Moon's questioning. Hearing Cold Moon again ask about Shui Menghua's whereabouts, her heart pounded faster, understanding she was in real trouble today. To speak or not—truly a dilemma.

Song Yiyi was taken aback; the man's seemingly domineering words carried a hidden concern. That declaration, so fervently masculine, made her heart swoon, irresistibly captivated.

In her memory, the robust, energetic old man would hurl stacks of cash at people anywhere, anytime, making it clear: these are euros, not renminbi.

As Feng Qiye finished speaking, Gu Zhen and the Empress Dowager Wang watched their surroundings warily. Outside the gates of Jiuhua Palace, Long Xiu led the procession, followed by attendants carrying three stretchers, slowly entering the hall.

The dark-haired man chuckled softly; seeing his gentle demeanor, it was impossible to imagine him as a vicious criminal.

Yet Ye Feng and his companions were not here for that. Guided by the staff of the trade fair, they entered the talisman exchange area, intending to select suitable materials for talismans.

The ghost clan cultivator turned in shock, only to find a streak of violet light before him. The Ice-Snow Celestial Ruler, infused with bloodthirsty violet radiance, made the cultivator shiver uncontrollably, unable to move.

Xiahou Ce was stunned for a moment; the lingering sensation on his lips seemed unforgettable, a touch that left endless reminiscence.

He Yan truly wanted to make this drama well. When building the models, he even video-called the distant overseas author Lu Jin, and under his guidance, finally crafted the ideal model.

"Leilei, I’m heading out first." Yu Silan was held back by Qi Xiuyuan. She did not refuse, simply greeted Liang Lei and left the café with Qi Xiuyuan.

"Try not to let Nakano rise, especially Sima Yi. Later in the game, Sima Yi’s damage is explosive." Liu Ding knew how formidable Sima Yi was; if he got going, he could wipe out the enemy and escape in one combo. In my opinion, Yuan Ge and Sima Yi are like siblings, truly inseparable.

Just as she thought she could finally rest for a moment, another wave of intense howls echoed from afar.

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For a while, Li Ling’er’s face was full of worry, her mind heavy. Suddenly, she seemed to recall something and glanced at the scruffy mutt at her feet.

Jian Nanfeng gazed blissfully at today’s protagonist, the joy deep in his heart genuine and earnest.

At that moment, the usually quiet black mandala flower began to tremble violently. Fortunately, only Xu Yan seemed to notice this subtle movement, or else one might wonder how such a perfectly fine flower could encounter such a strange event.

Yu Silan raised her head; her arm was bruised. She glared fiercely, only to find an unexpected figure sitting in the car.

Han Yixian finally demonstrated his archery in front of Du Yuhan. His arrows never missed, bringing in a haul so large it nearly filled his basket.

He was absolutely elated, nearly dancing with excitement. Li Feng and the others understood his mood and did not interrupt, letting him laugh freely as he pleased.

They were all rulers of their clans, kings across domains—how could they submit to this so-called emperor of the universe?

Tuoba Jie’s hair, though yellow, was soft and glossy, cascading naturally behind him. He lowered his head slightly, the strands falling over his chest. In the shadow, the ruined half of his face was obscured, only the emerald eye visible, tinged with disappointment.

After reminding the two about some details, Wang Ming turned into the kitchen. Most of the filling for the pastries and other preparations were already done by San Pang. As instructed, he sealed everything with plastic wrap and placed it in the refrigerator.

He wished this moment could last a little longer, just a bit more. Yet she withdrew her hand, and as her sleeve brushed past, a refreshing fragrance lingered.

Han Chuxue could guess the Luo family's intentions. But for her own business, having someone willing to look after things was better than having no one. So, while she wasn’t enthusiastic, she didn’t refuse either. During festivals, she’d visit with her father, so although their relationship wasn’t deep, they knew each other.

Since the whole world believes that the Sky and the rebels will gain some advantage, let them believe what they want. Once Jin Yi and others deal with the emperor, the debts to be settled, the battles to be fought, will all be handled one by one in due course.