Volume One, Chapter 39: The Gu Family Succumbs to Melancholy

As Jiang Heng immersed himself in cultivation, joyous news emerged from Gu Lan’s side.

Early one morning, not long after waking, Han Jingyue began to retch uncontrollably. Her mother-in-law, Madam Gu, was about to scold her when a sudden thought occurred to her.

"Jingyue, are you pregnant?" she asked, her voice filled with surprise and delight.

Han Jingyue blushed deeply. "Mother, I… I am not sure."

In the game, if he wanted to know any news, he only needed to trigger a reminder. While he could not claim to know everything within the game, he was generally aware of the important information.

Tang Lingling’s parents were both factory workers, and they lived in Song'an Town. Due to her background, she often felt somewhat inferior.

The front hall, which occupied the largest area, served as the casual dining section for the Pushkin Cafe. Beyond the transparent kitchen that acted as a partition, there was only one table, placed at the very edge of the restaurant against the glass curtain wall and surrounded by a circular sofa. With its expansive view, diners here could take in the entirety of Moscow at a single glance.

The old man stumbled back a step and gripped the edge of the table. Could he really have been wrong? Had he not acted for Xia Jinyu’s own good?

"What about you? Why are you here?" After Bingchuan explained his own reason for being there, he looked at the other man and asked.

The disc slowly slid into the player. As the screen gradually flickered to life, the image of a cathedral from the Republic era slowly appeared before their eyes.

It was precisely because of this that she knew her clothing size was the same as the other person’s, with almost no difference at all.

Shu Ran suddenly felt a wave of nostalgia for those familiar tastes—the savory oden and the steaming hot milk tea. She wondered if they were still being sold anywhere.

Fortunately, the box office for *A Chinese Odyssey* finally settled at 36 million. This basically represented the total nationwide box office; it was impossible for it to rise any further.

This was not Yaoyangzi, but one of the five ultimate strategic units of the Zerg: the Primal Changeling.

He had learned a few dog barks, but he did not know many—it was merely a simple imitation of the sound. The art of vocal mimicry also involved elaborate programs performed on stage, which was a different matter entirely.

"Lord Savaga... the Eastern Kingdom's troops are already in sight," the messenger soldier reported to Savaga, who was positioned in the center of the formation.

"Barrier Magic—" With a wave of his hand, Rolands conjured square barriers one after another, laying them out like a bridge leading toward the castle. Rolands stepped onto it. Yao hesitated, but compared to the suspension bridge nearby, Rolands' barrier seemed far more reliable, so he had no choice but to steel himself and follow.

"One, two, three... it should be in the room at the far east end of the third floor." The staff in Melissa’s hand glowed with a faint green light in the night. Through magical sensing, she had precisely locked onto Yao’s room.

Cai Guoqiang’s face was as solemn as water, revealing nothing of his true thoughts. Liu Weidong frowned deeply, his mind clearly wandering elsewhere.

As for the western region of Belabet, just as intelligence had suggested, there was no one present capable of standing against the undead army.

He Xiangdong was also laughing. He glanced at Xue Guo, who was particularly excited today, launching one witty remark after another.

"Sister, don't worry. If it really comes to it, let it eat me first. When it’s busy with me, you run back immediately—maybe you’ll survive. Otherwise, we’ll both end up here today." Qian Duoduo continued to stare at the giant insect, urging Qian Mimi.

That was no laughing matter. Back in the day, the Zerg were so powerful, yet they were still annihilated by those cosmic superpowers; what chance did Yang Siqi have alone? He was absolutely incapable of confronting those cosmic powers head-on.

Even if Mo Wenjian held a low-spec version of the Central Wuji Apricot Yellow Flag, he was still a weakling who could be killed in one blow.

The fourth year of the Middle Era was a time of great turmoil, with rebellions breaking out everywhere. Previously, Liu Bian had naively believed that as long as the imperial court showed a firm resolve to suppress the uprisings, it would be enough to deter the rebels. Now, it seemed that mere declarations of resolve had no deterrent power; concrete action was required.