Chapter 34: The Cannon Fodder Fiancée (34)

"No. Rongrong, please don't leave me."

Su Murong turned back and said, "Brother Han, I cannot be so selfish as to let my child be born a bastard. Please forgive me; I will terminate the pregnancy and then fly far away."

Fu Han panicked. He pounded on the bed frame, trying to crawl down, but his injuries were too severe for him to move at all. He watched helplessly as Su Murong vanished from his sight, his heart in a state of utter turmoil. "Where are you going?"

After finishing his classes for the day, Triton stepped out of the lecture hall and joined the surging tide of students heading toward the staircase.

However, despite such vigilance, Ding Huo did not realize Kagura had appeared at his side until a finger touched the top of his head.

The style inside the main hall was quite archaic, with floors made entirely of solid wood that felt hard and uncomfortable underfoot. Lan Pingtian walked straight inside, heading toward a room in the deepest part of the structure.

Troubadour was in near-agony; years ago, his lover, Bedma, had suffered an accident and fallen off a cliff, and to this day, she remained in a deep slumber within a ten-thousand-year-old ice coffin.

The moment he tilted his head back, a giant, fiery-red axe descended from the sky, splitting Magistrate Huang clean in two. Blood sprayed in all directions like rain.

Ye Shiyu’s move this time was simple. With a light wave of his hand, a seemingly dilapidated, broken green blade appeared in his right hand, looking much like a dagger.

"Chunjian, put masks on them and take them out," Liao Fan said, ordering Chunjian to escort them away.

"Jose" lifted his feet, stepping around the scattered debris on the floor, and walked slowly through the villa's grand living room. His falcon-like gaze swept the area, quickly locking onto his target not far away.

He Guoxing and Tian Ziqi arrived in the Soviet Union with their troops. This was excellent for the anti-Japanese cause in Northeast China, but it was also a great help to the Soviets, as it allowed them to withdraw over 1.5 million troops from the Far East to join the battle on the Western Front, providing them with enough manpower to confront the German forces.

If this incident were to get out, the dignity of the Chang clan would likely be wiped away, and they would be mercilessly mocked by the other great fierce clans of the demon race.

Guan Yu raised his Green Dragon Crescent Blade to clash with the blade aura. He was forced back several steps, and the cracks on his weapon widened significantly.

The person in charge’s words made Zhang Fan nod. Although one million head had been slaughtered this time, it was still very little compared to the massive demand.

"Sun Ming, you are a teacher, after all. Is it really appropriate to ambush someone from behind in front of so many students?" Shen Yi turned to face Sun Ming with a playful, mocking smile.

He could not leave. He could not personally oversee the land redistribution in the newly occupied villages. He wondered how they were doing. Would something go wrong? Would disputes arise?

The Mian City Education Bureau even commissioned several veteran construction experts to participate throughout the entire process.

Vedlov immediately cast his dissatisfaction with Puji to the back of his mind. He strode toward the group, picked one of the newcomers, and slapped him across the face twice—*smack, smack!*

At this moment, the fire dragon’s rapidly swelling body caused the entire Scripture Library to burst apart instantly. Through the swirling wood shards and jade fragments, the deep night sky was revealed once more.

The other seven did not notice the elder’s disappearance. It had all happened within a few breaths; their attention remained fixed on the barrier in front of Feng Ruxuan.

Leng Yuefei was very serious about her first film. For her, making a movie wasn't about cashing in; it was about fulfilling her dream.

Before Han Li could respond, a golden light suddenly flashed from a strange angle behind Xuan Yuanjie.

Hearing Ling Yuhang’s words, Shang Jiaqian felt as if a flock of crows had just flown over his head. He took a deep breath, his cold, handsome face devoid of expression, glared coldly at her, and then lifted his foot to kick her ruthlessly off the bed.