[Summons from the Supreme Commander!]

Gu Yeting had already announced Su Chenxi's death, and the haste with which he made that announcement—or rather, that car accident itself—Ye Lan believed was nothing short of a conspiracy.
"But the subordinate discovered something," Wupo hesitated as she spoke.
She knew just how tireless he could be; this man's usual amount of sleep was probably only half of hers. It was clear how long it had been since he’d truly rested.
Soon after, Tang Minmin was deftly brought onto the plane by Kai Moxian, while Su Chenxi was carried aboard directly.
Xiao Hong was by no means foolish and clearly saw through Yin Xiluo’s intentions; she had been striving to secure her footing in the Asia-Pacific branch, always searching for opportunities.
If that were the case, then her goal would be achieved. If not, did this mean she had sown a seed of discord?
"Do you think Cheng Mo was scared off by your boldness?" Qing Yu lay by the head of the bed, glancing at Qing Yu who was resting, but made no move to go over.
But even he didn’t know whether he was sulking with someone else or simply struggling to get past his own inner barrier.
Chu Yunxi ignored Mu Xiu and walked straight to the bed, reaching out to draw aside the gauzy bed curtains.
So… she reached out to wipe his wound, not out of concern for the severity of his injury, but simply to smear his blood—so she could break the formation?
Bart looked up and, recognizing Invincible, his eyes lit up with delight. "Lord Wood, you’ve finally returned! There’s a new guest waiting inside for you!"—and, privately, he added, hopefully to himself, maybe you can get rid of this terrifying fellow.
This man was named Meng Ke, also known as Mencius, a sub-saint and one of the great powers of the Western Grand Cosmos, even stronger than Kong Xu. When Mencius witnessed such a battle among saints, even though only five moves were exchanged, the clash was nothing short of earth-shattering.

Song tried hard to banish the thoughts from his mind. In the end, Li Song simply couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to it all. Gritting his teeth, he strode forward.
"Beisai, you have entered the coalition camp unannounced—are you here to negotiate a truce or to provoke us?" Xi Sai retorted with a sneer. "If I hadn’t come for peace talks, would I have brought only two dragon beasts?" The Western Consort was surprised by his change in attitude but held her tongue.
Sure enough, Hela, whose throat had been released by the brawny man, stood motionless where she was. Robert, with his keen eye, noticed that Hela’s gaze was filled with anxiety and helplessness, yet her face betrayed no emotion.
In truth, silence in conversation is much like zero in mathematics. Though it is zero, it is crucial; without silence, much of communication would be impossible.
At this moment, the child’s face had turned crimson, his breathing so faint it might stop at any moment, and he was unconscious. Mu Qiu hurriedly scooped up the child, channeling some spiritual energy into him. After a moment, color returned to the boy’s cheeks and Mu Qiu breathed a sigh of relief.
Han Ge decided to try his luck, curious about what reward he might receive. After all, he had no particular use for this talent.
"As for the Primordial Church, you’ve suppressed them. The rest… it doesn’t matter. They’ll only voice their condemnation. Even if we don’t make it public, would they dare act against us?" Yin Feiming said coldly.
Tongtian was also in an unusually irritable mood. Jun Yuanshi had set the time for the thousand-year revival of Jiejiao on Jin’ao Island, for him to reclaim Jiejiao’s place in the Taoist order. But now, with this incident, that thousand-year resurgence seemed hopelessly out of reach. Was he to spend his days endlessly waiting in Biyou Palace on Jin’ao Island?
"And what about the Second Prince? Let’s hear your opinion!" The dark-skinned child knew that Amin didn’t get along with those two and tossed the question to him.
Lin Yunluo was alarmed and tried to shield Lin Yunxi, but was gently pulled to her side instead.
When Wu Huateng returned home for the Spring Festival, his smart terminal sent him a notification. Behind the entire Dark Web, the true mastermind was none other than Wu Huateng himself, with the smart terminal serving as his assistant.
"You really are something!" Yu Xian looked at the lively scene in the comment section and found himself quite satisfied.

Although Xu Ming possessed all sorts of healing prescriptions, for the brocade-clad bodyguard with damaged internal organs, they were useless; only those with formidable body-forging techniques could hope to survive such injuries.
Tang Huang was first stunned, then instantly shifted to the side, halting his motion just in time to dodge the light sphere flying at him—the benefits of tenfold constitution were displayed to the fullest in that moment.
Then, out of nowhere, thirteen grandmasters from various factions appeared, joining forces to ambush Lin Yunxi’s mysterious and elegant feline summoning beast—only to be wiped out in an instant by Lin Yunxi’s furious ultimate attack.
"Excuse me, student, may I trouble you for a moment?" the host asked, pulling aside a student who was queuing to buy comics.
Especially at the end, when Ju Dou’s fire burned the dye house, burned away the sins, burned away life itself—it was, above all, to tell the audience: even if dawn has not yet arrived, the first light of morning will break and all will come to an end.
"An arranged marriage?" Bear Jing’s face was filled with astonishment; truly, the people of Qi could imagine anything—he wasn’t even teethed and they wanted him to marry the Princess of Qi.
Because those thoughts occupied my mind, my speech was slow, my gaze fixed intently on his changing expressions.
Luo Meier wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes. Her second brother was right—the rain was simply too heavy. It was best to return to the carriage and rest for a while, then pay their respects once the rain let up. She nodded, took his arm for support, and went back to the carriage.