Chapter Forty: Descent into Darkness

Yu means literary.
When parents or elders choose a name, it almost always represents their blessings, expectations, or hopes for their children or descendants.
Most names carry beautiful meanings.
Was Lou Yu named so that the eldest son of the Lou family would become a man of letters, renowned for his literary talent?
But the problem is, the Lou family is a lineage of military merit!
What did Father mean by this?
Not only did he strip him of his status as heir, but now he wanted to force him from the martial path to the literary one?
After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, two shadows abruptly separated, revealing the figures of Xiao Rang and Bi Qingtian, standing as cold and imposing as mountains before everyone.
I raised my eyebrows, curled my lips, and pushed the feeling aside, hurriedly taking a few steps to catch up with him.
In the past, whenever Jun Jinyan was upset or sulking, he liked to suck on her fingers, repeating the same motion over and over—this, too, is a trait of those with autism; they often enjoy repetitive actions.
“Well... yes!” For a moment, Li Ningyu had no time to think further, for at that instant Zhao Duoduo had already assumed a stance ready to challenge him.
“Brother Yu! Do you think the name Doudou sounds bad? Why don’t you give the child a new one? After all, you’re the father!” As she said this, Kaola blushed with embarrassment and lowered her head.
“Kill them! Take everything they have...” A command came from the hillside, and gunfire intensified, bullets raining down on Zheng Zha and the others, forcing them to scatter and take cover. The attackers had the high ground, suppressing them so thoroughly they couldn’t even lift their heads.
Seeing so many lists of assets, Li Ningyu was momentarily stunned, then a blaze of fury arose within him. It was easy to imagine how wealthy these late Qing officials were—yet had they ever cared for the people suffering in misery?
Daqing flew through the air, while the screeching on the ground came from the King of the Gold-Eating Insects, whose cries tore through metal and cloth alike. Unable to reach Daqing, the insect king spun madly in circles, howling in frustration, while Daqing seized the chance to lash out with his huge tail, whipping the insect king and sending it spinning like a top.
Li Ningyu was neither Liu Xia Hui nor Ximen Qing. Though desire is a part of human nature since ancient times, he had his own boundaries.
“I pacified Luoyang, punished the corrupt and the wicked, showed mercy to the people and aided the poor, restored livelihoods, repaired irrigation and the canal system—just as things were starting to improve, I am to be transferred away. My time in office has been short; to govern a region thus, even if I had powers reaching the heavens, it would not suffice.” Han Yi sighed, stroking his wrist.
As the final verse was sung, Chen Xiaotang leapt into the air, spun three hundred and sixty degrees, and kicked the big-faced fat man flying.
Hearing Li Guangfa’s wails, the guards in the office building immediately surrounded Lei Sheng. Several of Li Guangfa’s trusted men tried to rescue him, but were all killed by Lei Sheng’s thunderous methods.
The man surnamed Zhang was about to smash the steamed bun stall, but as his foot stepped forward, he suddenly fell flat on his face with a thud, without any warning.
As the two conversed, the host invited the Governor of Hong Kong on stage to perform and liven up the atmosphere.
The doctors below all exclaimed in unison, their gazes turning to Chen Daoyu, filled with envy and hope.
“Come then, Lafite Chen! You’re famous; I’ll let you make the first move. Let’s see what you so-called kung fu stars are made of, which nation is truly stronger—is it you Chinese, or is it our British Empire?” Robin Han beckoned Chen Xiaotang with a mocking curl of his finger.
This time, thanks to the comparison with the previous positions, most of the gunners on the city wall made slight adjustments to their aim, turning their cannons toward the site of the earlier explosion.
Chen Fangping, seeing that Yixia showed little reaction, assumed she didn’t care, and felt more at ease. Little did he know that their thoughts were not aligned at all at that moment.