Volume One, Chapter 23: Forbidden Love in Northern Myanmar

Playing with fire?

I looked at A Long in confusion, unable to understand why his tone had suddenly shifted.

Isn't it normal for men and women of similar age to have a relationship?

Seeing A Long’s grim expression, it was clear he wasn’t joking. I began to feel uncontrollably anxious and asked, “What’s going on? Are you saying we can't have romantic relationships here?”

“It’s not that you can’t!” A Long shook his head, his face darkening. “Here, if you pay, there’s no problem with those things, you know? But if you don’t pay and just show up willingly, things get complicated. It depends on the situation.”

“First, tell me how you met her. Tell me everything you know about her…”

One could say that Song Sijia and matters of the heart had been a taboo subject that had been deliberately avoided by Ju Tan all these years.

I subconsciously glanced at A Zhi, who was also frowning and staring out the car window. Ye Ziyi’s heart tightened even more.

Suddenly, someone shouted joyfully, followed by one voice after another. People began to gather at the ferry dock, and soon the crowd thickened into a dense mass of two or three hundred at the spot where the large boat was docked.

Everyone bowed deeply to congratulate the Emperor. Dorgon followed suit, bowing with the crowd, his heart trembling. He desperately wanted to know if Huang Taiji had ever laid a hand on Yu’er. This scene didn’t seem to suggest so, yet why had Qiqige heard such rumors?

“Hello, I’m Yi Xuejia. Thank you for taking care of our Nono in class.” Yi Xuejia waved.

In an instant, Qin Shan felt as if his body had been struck by countless sword strikes. Were it not for his strong physique, he would have surely been injured.

Listening to his voice filled with resentment, Shen Jialan imagined the scene of him saying those words with a slight frown, and couldn’t help but smile somewhat mischievously.

Duanmu Xiu and Lv Luo were also startled, especially Lv Luo—she knew of Minister Xiao, as her father had admired him greatly.

Thinking this over and seeing how everyone treated Xi Yan with utmost respect, Shen Jialan’s gaze turned toward Xi Yan with suspicion.

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The crowd gazed at the faces in the sky, feeling the oppressive aura emanating from the void. Their hearts roared wildly. How could such a terrifying existence be real? How could there be a being so magnificent as a deity? It must be an illusion; only a hallucination could explain it.

The defending champion Spain lost all three matches, scoring zero points and being eliminated, setting the record for the worst performance by a defending champion.

“Roar!” The snake demon clearly still bore a grudge against Luo Tianwang, unable to heed his words.

After tonight, the Cui family of Macau would be wiped out. The three major families would become two, with the Xu and He families entering a dual-hero mode.

Zhou Chaoxian swallowed hard. Luo Sanpao didn’t understand, but Zhou Chaoxian did very well. When the feud had escalated to this level, it was a matter of life and death. The police hadn’t caught a single criminal, which meant only one thing—what Zhou Chaoxian least wanted to see was about to happen: Lei Fuhong and his entire force would be annihilated.

What frightened her most was that her body inexplicably lost control, and she spoke a version vastly different from reality. There was no presence of the Other Shore Flower, and Mo Chen and others were merely innocent bystanders.

“Master Xiao, let me introduce you. This is Jiang Chao, the head of our Prosecutorial Technical Department.” Li Yao said.

“You think you’ve done something? Do you know how dangerous this place is? If you can’t make it back, there’ll be plenty of tears.” Luo Tianwang patted Li Qingyuan heavily on the backside.

Faced with this chaotic situation, Falconi regretted not having disrupted the military system and conducted a comprehensive reorganization during the peaceful transition, which led to the current predicament. She knew the most reliable forces now were the First Group Army, Mars Base, Youxing Mountain Base, and the troops guarding the Mars United Government.

Huang Mengjun and several members of the Magic Association perked up, their eyes fixed on the slowly drawn curtain.

The path of celestial cultivation and heart refinement—if only one issue needed solving, the elders of those sects would still have confidence in Xiao Wen. After all, his performance in the test was genuine. But with two problems converging and only a little over two months left, the situation was precarious.

The Hanzhong Textile Factory’s all-staff meeting was about to be held. Governor Sun Fuhu found himself in a dilemma.

Wu Dawei not only achieved his goal but had also maintained his position for two consecutive seasons. Had he not missed many regular-season games last season due to injury, it might have been four straight seasons.

He suddenly recalled that some great priest once used the phrase “the death god who does not weep” to distinguish between A Hei and himself, Bu Jingyun. That meant that the Bu Jingyun summoned was once nicknamed the “death god who does not weep”?

Because they hoped to replicate the scene from their previous encounter with the Cleveland Cavaliers in their next match—once again humiliating the Cavaliers.

He didn’t want to. As he thought this firmly, he kept lowering his head to look at her face. The plan to wrench her hand free and cut it with his sword faded away.

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What made Guo Zhuo sincerely happy was that few leaders truly disliked his strange theories. Most adopted a neutral stance, not voicing opinions but quietly pondering.

Two half-foot-long fish lay belly-up on the water’s surface, their snowy white bellies facing the sky, quietly resting in the grass by the shore.

She simply sat in front of the bustling guest gate, letting the guests brush past her like a tide, yet she remained focused, continuing to paint.

When other disciples cultivated the Star Sea Technique, their masters naturally gave guidance, allowing them to carefully choose their main stars.

Yu Feng wore a rather sheer and alluring swimsuit, colorful and camouflaged in pattern.

Those present were no ordinary people. The events at the Divine Machine Camp yesterday were no secret, so these few already understood why Zhu Changlu had summoned them.

One hundred and twelve new recruits scattered at a run, rushing towards where they believed suitable tools could be found, while Yan Poyue and Xiao Yunjie stood quietly on the military camp’s training ground waiting.

In the wild mountains, everywhere was uneven, with rocky slopes. How could these stone statues move? Could they truly be alive? Lu Shuqing couldn’t figure out what was going on.

I don’t know where my anger came from. I dragged the military punk back from the funeral exhibition. He was truly foolish. Looking at him, I thought of Min Xiao—just as big and goofy, but very kind to me.

At the end, Li Qiang even pointed at Yan Poyue, firmly confirming Yan Poyue’s “beastly” identity.

After an unknown period, Li Xingran opened his eyes. Mo Jinyang stared at the weak firelight, lost in thought.

“Eh, where’s Ge Xin Nanmu?” Ge Xin Nanhuo looked back at Ge Xin Nanmu upon hearing Dongfang Changkong’s words, only to find Ge Xin Nanmu had vanished.

First, the plagiarism scandal involving Li Jing’er from six years ago was cleared, followed by the real plagiarist being caught.

A rookie who had never undergone scout survival training in the wild—what had he eaten in the primeval jungle to sustain him until now? Just those so-called “soldier food pills” that were said to taste decent but came in laughably small amounts?