Chapter 30: A Book Within a Book Within a Book...

Seeing Wen Miaoting lost in thought, Wen Miaohan stopped pressing her and picked up her chopsticks to tuck into the delicious food, giving her sister space to process things while she pondered how to help truly break the ice between Wen Miaoting and the rest of the Wen family.

The issue with Wen Miaoting could not be resolved simply by a few glib words.

If this were a book where Wen Miaoting was the heroine and she was the second female lead, given Wen Miaoting’s current persona, the story could instantly transform into an entirely different version.

He hurried out of the intensive care unit, as the air there was stifling and filled with germs, which was detrimental to his recovery.

"Why franchise? It’s not like we’re short on money. We can just open new branches slowly ourselves; why let outsiders profit from us?" Zhang Donghai said.

Rain fell in the late spring, the heavy droplets battering the delicate petals to the ground, leaving a carpet of countless fallen blossoms.

"Is that so?" Lin Yumeng rose and asked, leaning over the map. Her finger paused on the location of the Gloomy City, her delicate brows knitting together as she calculated how this battle should be fought.

A flash of joy crossed Lin Yumeng’s face, and she turned a deaf ear to Wu Kaiyan’s questioning. Seeing him charge toward her, she met him without hesitation; a massive, multicolored divine dragon erupted from her palm, taking the blow meant for her.

"Mother." Tong Shuang called out. Lady Wang heard her, but seeing it was only Tong Shuang, she exchanged a brief glance before returning to her work.

"Damn it, Meng Fan. Find out where his house is. I’m going to personally destroy him!" Hu Wei gritted his teeth, his expression ferociously cruel.

"Report, Captain! All threats neutralized!" Monkey said excitedly, showing off with pride.

Deep into the night, the baby in her womb still showed no movement. The Yellow Emperor knew the agony his consort was enduring. He stayed by her side, holding her hand tightly and wiping the sweat from her brow.

"It’s nothing, just surface wounds. These grenade fragments can't hurt me." Wang Ping took off his tattered infantry body armor and shook his body, causing over a hundred metal shards to clatter to the floor. Aside from significant damage to his camouflaged skin, it was clear that the long-haired man's electromagnetic muscles remained unscathed.

"If you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all. No one thinks you're a mute." Si Junhao gave him a cold glare.

Yes, it was that vow that allowed him to hold his position with stubborn will and rich combat experience even after sudden artillery barrages; it was that vow that made him stand fearless against American forces several times his size, flexibly using every weapon at his disposal to inflict heavy losses upon them time and again.

That was the turning point where Germany shifted from its zenith to its decline, and it was the glorious ground where Soviet snipers etched their names into history. It was during that world-shaking battle that Lieutenant Colonel Agayev emerged as a Soviet hero.

The Supreme Being, cleaved in two by the Green Emperor, was now hiding his primordial spirit beneath the nether earth. Hearing the Dao recounted by Silver Scale, he had to admit that the being was truly extraordinary and not an ordinary seeker of the path.

The man in front showed no intention of stopping the car, and Ye Chenmeng finally realized she had gotten into the wrong one.

Yuan Zhenxia punched the car seat heavily. Although Chen Aniu hadn't said anything in his letter, he knew it must have been because of that embryo specimen. But what was so special about it that it forced him to avoid contact and say, "Never meet again"?

"I am... in a place where you cannot find me," Yun Qixi replied with a clever, enigmatic smile.

The scene was deeply moving and tragic. Why, oh why, did the Eastern King Wang Ming have to retract the thirty-three-story Exquisite Pagoda? Why let the Immortal Realm of the Pure Land take it back?

However, before the palanquin had even come to a steady halt, Princess Luoshuang jumped out, nearly frightening the servants out of their wits.

"All Yang Spirits, gather in the Northern Divine Realm." He commanded with an authoritative tone across the divine zone.

To be honest, Luofeng did not care in the slightest whether Wen Xian would pocket the gloves. It was merely a low-level Imperial Tool, and giving it to Wen Xian had been a casual gesture—it didn't weigh on his mind at all.