Chapter 117: Live in the Moment, Cherish Those Before You

As soon as He Qianqian finished speaking, Ouyang Junyan felt as if a bullet whizzed past his ear and then struck He Qianqian’s body directly.

Although hit by the bullet, the smile on He Qianqian’s face did not diminish in the slightest. She merely paused for a moment, then her expression stiffened.

Soon after, she collapsed to the ground.

“Ouyang!” At that moment, Fang Zhiyin’s eyes and heart saw only Ouyang Junyan—the man who had taken the bullet for her.

She immediately gathered him in her arms, determined to take him away from the dark room. The police stood nearby, but she was like a headless fly, frantically flustered and unaware of her surroundings.

“Hospital! I need to go to the hospital! Get me a vehicle!!” Fang Zhiyin said, panic etched across her face.

Ouyang—

Such a grand and luxurious carriage could only belong to one person: Xu Youzhen, who had retired from his post long ago and found solace in nature. No one else would own such a thing.

Wu Qingfeng did not hesitate. In an instant, he summoned two molten fire spiders, unleashing a bolt of purple lightning. Five copper rings appeared out of thin air in his hands. “Swift!” Wu Qingfeng chanted, manipulating the ancient treasures without the slightest hesitation.

Xia Ming’an shouted in terror, “Let me go! I’m the clan chief of the Xia family! Do you know who my master is?” As he was about to have his soul searched, he was unable to sit quietly on the ground. Yet the confinement spell restrained him from moving even an inch.

Only then did he glance sideways at her. His phoenix-like eyes held a hint of wickedness as he leaned back in satisfaction.

Walking along the dirt path, a chill quickly traveled from his feet to his forehead, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort.

“First, I have decided to appoint Qing’er as the next head of the Li clan. Si Zhi, do you object?” Li Huaiyuan first turned to his eldest son, Li Sizhi.

Ye Manyu maintained her usual low-key and reserved stance, saying very little. She refused to believe that Madam Su could resist steering the conversation toward the main issue.

“Damn you! I, Ling Ya Xiansheng, was born a follower of the Jie sect; dead, I am a ghost of the Jie sect. Make me your mount? Never!” Although captured, Ling Ya Xiansheng remained resolute and unwavering.

The low profile that once seemed to vanish into thin air, Ye Manyan believed she could quietly keep it until her own marriage, perhaps even subtly undermine Ye Manyu’s standing to improve her own lot.

The Celestial Serpent King moved suddenly. His palm transformed into a massive serpent’s head, fierce and menacing, which bit down on Long Yang’s arm. It then tugged fiercely, trying to extract the martial flame from his body.

Thus, the million-strong army of the Great Han Empire marched steadily ahead, keeping a measured distance from the gods’ forces. At times, some experts would deliberately provoke the gods’ side.

However, Zhao Lu quickly regained his composure, realizing that Chen Li was trying to provoke his anger. Once enraged, he would be easily manipulated.

Tang Qiuzhen smiled softly outside, thinking to herself that her influence was considerable, having unknowingly blocked both Li Zonglin and Su Mingyuan’s paths.

“Chairman, please don’t worry. The last time you came, we took this same route, and there was no danger then. It will be safe this time as well,” one trusted aide quickly reassured. As half of Cheng Peng’s strategist, he was well-informed.

Unable to find the person, Bai Mohan immediately ordered his men to search the hotel’s surroundings, especially the surveillance cameras at the entrances. Any suspicious activity must be reported to him without delay.

Those present chuckled lightly, all noticing the large sneakers that did not match the typical Jesus private club style.

After an indeterminate time, a massive tower ship appeared at the far end of the river, followed by dozens of warships. They moved forward with the wind, like colossal river beasts, radiating magnificent power.

Bai Yuntian said no more, smiling as he nodded toward the two men who had just arrived behind him—Li Qiang and Jiang Jie.

“You useless bastards! You get scolded and don’t even know how to defend yourselves? You’ve truly embarrassed the Zhao family,” Zhao Lu shouted angrily.

What warmed the heart was that, working side by side underground, sharing countless days and nights, some revolutionary soldiers developed feelings for each other, becoming a couple admired by all, even married.