The war between women could never be as fierce as the men's fight with the fist on the flesh. But its forms were more colorful, like the words contending on different occasions, the direct and indirect harm in all corners, the understated sarcasm...
Even if two gorgeous and extraordinary women were pulling each other's hair and ears, it would be a rare attractive sight. This was f*cking lively, or why would the ratings of some palace dramas be far more than a war drama in recent years? The ratings that were constantly rising were not all contributed by the aunts and sisters, for many of men were also very fond of this.
Lin Youxian was such a man.
He liked a lively scene.
At present, the battle between Dongcheng Rushi and Wang Yuetong seemed to have just begun. But it was enough to make him excited. He and Yu Donglai were sitting in the corner of the hall, and they quit playing chess. He looked around and found there were no sna
The rain was still drifting at night. When Li Tianlan opened his eyes, the study room was dark and quiet. The rain outside was pounding on the glass irregularly and the sound was exceptionally clear. He stood up, moved his body, and filled himself a cup with warm water to drink. Then his whole person suddenly became radiant. Someone seemed to have touched the phone on the desk. Li Tianlan turned on the phone and looked at it. Without seeing any text messages or missed calls, he shook his head hard and lit a cigarette. Then he pushed open the window by the way. The rain was getting heavier. The rain fell on the lake and the ripples continued to spread in the night. The treetops swayed gently in the wind and the light in the courtyard of the East Emperor Palace looked dizzy. With the dense water vapor, the splendid summer looked somewhat bleak and lonely. Li Tianlan quietly looked at the rain outside t
At the daybreak, it finally turned into a heavy rain after the previous rainy day. There was rolling thunder roaring in the sky. It became windy in Huating. The rain grew heavier and eventually became a very rare rainstorm in Huating. The torrential rain swallowed up the entire city. In the dizzy light, the frenzied rain seemed to be the only sound in the whole city. In the pouring rain, Xuan Xuanzi, who had grey hair, wore a light blue Taoist Robe. He held a Horsetail Whisk in one hand and an umbrella in the other hand. He walked silently on the road leading to the top of Winter Mountain. Winter Mountain was known as the back garden of the entire Huating. It had many luxury houses and attractions. The extremely flat road was still slippery on a rainy day late at night. Xuan Xuanzi walked very slowly, but his footsteps were extremely firm. The wind and rain were heavy. With the blue Taoist Robe and the black umbre
As the heir of the Wang family of Beihai and also one of the most eye-catching protagonists of this maneuver of two academies, Wang Shengxiao knew the contents of this maneuver even faster than Dongcheng Wudi. The Special Warfare System and the Dark World had always been absolutely fair and yet absolutely unfair. In this strength-oriented field, where all rules were primitive and crude, absolute privilege, too, had the capital that enabled its owner to move in an unimpeded way and even act in an unbridled fashion than in other fields. What Wang Shengxiao got was not a formal document but a temporarily printed fax. The emblem—a pale gold city on behalf of Kunlun City, was still distinct, looking majestic and solemn. A frenzied storm struck the whole city, making rumbling sounds. In the deluxe suite on the top floor of the Huating Chief Residence, Wang Shengxiao, who had just taken a bath and was wearing a bathrobe, looked at the
Over the past ten years, there had always been a popular myth in the military of Zhongzhou State that had been taken for granted. It was about the most elite super-large comprehensive army corps in Zhongzhou State, which was known as the Border Control Corps and also the private army of the Dongcheng Clan. In the beginning, it was dubbed as "Dongcheng Corps" in secret in Zhongzhou State. But after the people who called it that way received varying degrees of warning, everyone realized it was a taboo. Therefore, the statement regarding "Dongcheng Corps" gradually disappeared and was replaced by another title. Corps of God of Massacre! It would be tantamount to saying that the Border Control Corps belonged to Dongcheng Wudi himself too. After the decrease of those meaningful, well-targeted, and cutting remarks, the title was eventually acquiesced by all parties. That was the truth. At least it was so close to the tr
If the sequence change of the contents of the final maneuver between the two academies was targeted at Li Tianlan, then another change that followed made everyone smell blood. Strictly speaking, that was the only change. The sequence of the contents was disrupted, but nothing had been added or removed, so it was not a change. What Kunlun City changed this time was merely a number. The predicted casualty rate for the first item of the final maneuver between the two academies—the team's cooperative combat, was 55 percent. Compared with the 30 percent of the previous year, the extra 25 percent indicated bloodshed and life-or-death struggles. By allowing the casualty rate exceeded 50 percent, Kunlun City clearly told everyone that they could attack others as fiercely as they could in the team's cooperative combat without worrying about anything. It also foreshadowed the ruthless attacks that Li Tianlan w
Li Tianlan glanced at Zhuang Huayang. His eyes were aloof, which made him seem polite. "It's Tiannan," he whispered. ... Zhuang Huayang couldn't say anything at all for a moment. It was too late to say anything now. The establishment of the Special Warfare Headquarters, the transfer of Ning Zhiyuan, and the handover of the Blood Battalion. Under such circumstances, Li Tianlan would be likened to a dragon soaring up into the sky once he went to Tiannan. Zhuang Huayang was convinced and even awed by the person behind the scenes. The technique of gathering the general trend of Zhongzhou State in Tiannan alone was both grand and exquisite to the extreme. When Zhongzhou State was in chaos, that person calmly put a piece in Tiannan. It seemed a bit unreasonable, but it brought the whole chessboard to life. What convinced Zhuang Huayang most was that t
Many people knew that Gu Xingyun had a mansion on Winter Mountain that was beyond the imagination of many people. It was called Zijin Pavilion, which was dubbed as Kunlun City's branch in Huating by people in the outside world. Kunlun City had no branches. This power group, whose name didn't sound official at all, was actually the highest power center of the special warfare agencies in Zhongzhou State. The Special Operations Headquarters in various regions of Zhongzhou State, the Special Operations Bureaus in various provinces, as well as the secret service agencies that did not have a clear scope of responsibility but still played their part, were all directly affiliated to Kunlun City. Accordingly, Kunlun City had no necessity to establish a branch. If something had to be its branch, then it must be Huating Special Operations Bureau. However, Gu Xingyun's preference for Zijin Pavilion was known to all. Zijin Pavilion was located on the hillside of Winte
"For the more important things, you should not make decisions in a hurry. It's not bad to slow down." Gu Xingyun played with the pieces in his hand and spoke thoughtfully. He was not usually a talkative man. He especially didn't like being lectured. In Zhongzhou people's eyes, Gu Xingyun was always refined and resourceful. He often kept silent, but as long as he spoke, others would not be able to refute. Such silence was undoubtedly more powerful and impressive than the so-called speaking unceasingly. However, it seemed that the injury had changed Gu Xingyun's temperament. In the recent period, he had been with Gu Qianchuan. When they had been chatting, Gu Xingyun had been talking more and more. Gu Qianchuan knew what this meant. He also knew that Gu Xingyun did not like him, but he was more certain that Gu Xingyun could only trust him now. He liked Li Xi, but he dared not to trust her. ...