Chapter 4: The Letter Box of Hope (1) (Commemorating the 80th Anniversary of the Victory)

Xiwang folded the letter carefully and deposited it into the black box with great solemnity.

[1979, Frontline of the Sino-Vietnamese War, Foxhole (17:32)]
The flame of the kerosene lamp flickered violently in the blast of artillery. Huang Siyuan sat with the letter to Lin Chunyan spread across his knees, his fountain pen hovering, the ink congealing at the tip, yet he could not bring himself to write.
Beside the words "My dearest Chunyan," a fresh splatter of mud looked like a dark, grim seal.
Tucked against his ribs, hidden within a red silk handkerchief at his chest, the jagged edges of a broken wooden comb pressed into his skin—it was his...

Just as she found herself utterly unable to accept the reality, a ribbon shimmering with the brilliance of stars emerged before her eyes. In a blink, it extended for thousands of feet, its energy flowing through the heavens and the earth.

Suddenly, the masked man’s expression turned grave, and Su Qiubai, standing opposite him, felt his entire body tense.

In Tokyo, Japan, at the Government Pension Investment Fund, Yamamoto leaned back in his executive chair, looking relaxed as he leisurely savored his tea.

Jiang Che was stunned, unsure of the situation, and quickly made a "shushing" sound, signaling Old Biao to calm down.

It was better than letting the old man spend his time all alone, watching others reunite in the glow of ten thousand lights and feeling nothing but envy, wasn't it?

"Sister Xu, you are welcome to visit here often in the future!" Chen Hui said with a faint smile, then hurried away, leaving Xu Ziqi with a puzzled look as she curiously watched the direction in which he had departed.

Slowly, the sun began to emerge, its golden light spilling over the sea, turning the water into a shimmering, picturesque expanse of brilliance.

"Thank you for your concern, Sir Xu!" Liu Jiehui replied perfunctorily, a dark cloud hanging over his head, deeply regretting why he had foolishly sought out this man for conversation.

"Army Commander Xu, where is that Mr. Xu who went out with you?" Idris asked suddenly, with a look of concern.

Long Qingchen flicked his sleeve, scattering a sheet of nine-colored true fire. Too lazy to even glance back, he turned and continued on his way.

On the day of the grand wedding, Red Leaf Ridge was more vibrant and bustling than it had ever been, filled with the thunder of gongs and drums. Even when Zhaowa had married into the Fengli tribe years ago, it had not been this magnificent.

It could be said that this car accident had altered the trajectory of her life, causing her to be separated from her parents and left to wander in a foreign land.

Snake venom potion recipe: apply the potion to your weapon to gain a poisoning ability. It has a 3% chance to trigger, causing 10 points of health damage per second.

Tang Ya began working there. As for the nights, she was assigned to the factory dormitory. Her daily tasks were relatively light, involving little more than calculating workers' wages. But Tang Ya was impatient; she had been unable to access any core information, and she certainly hadn't come here to be a mere accountant.

The company where Yu He had previously worked was a competitor to MG. Back when Chen Tianyi had not yet made a name for himself at MG, his rivals had already carved out their own territory on Wall Street.

For so many years, every month after receiving his pay, he would send a portion back to his hometown and throw the rest away at the Spring Breeze Pavilion.

Previously, the spirit of the Spear of Destruction had awakened too abruptly, controlling him instantly. Furthermore, while the Heaven-Devouring Martial Pulse had yet to awaken, the spear had suppressed it, preventing the pulse from consuming the baleful aura.

Long Qingchen did not care much. If the cultivation world hated the Ancient Demon Scripture so intensely, yet the Ancient Demon Sect still stood tall, he believed he could do the same.

Apart from rivers, lakes, oceans, ponds, and glaciers... what other places held vast sources of water?

Shen Lian did not waste words. He gave his account number directly to the man. Watching the fifty thousand yuan enter his account, Shen Lian nodded in satisfaction and strode toward Samoyed.

"Boom!" The blood energy throughout Wuming’s body surged. Golden divine patterns welled up beneath his feet, and his bronze-colored skin hardened, as if an ancient tyrant had been reborn.

"How is this possible!" Chitian could hardly believe it. That special physiques were invincible was an ancient saying passed down for billions of years. While it might be an exaggeration, it was not entirely unfounded, and it showed just how formidable special physiques were in the eyes of those from the Void Realm.