Chapter 5: The Mailbox of Hope (2) (Commemorating the 80th Anniversary of the Victory)

When Li Changcun received the reply, he was gnawing on a piece of frozen, hard-fried flour.

Upon reading the words "We won" and "our own aircraft," he didn't even notice the crumbs of fried flour falling onto the letter.

He read the phrase "the five-pointed star on the wing was dazzlingly bright" over and over again, until tears suddenly welled up, splashing onto the frozen, stiff paper and leaving behind a small, damp stain.

He picked up his pen again, his hand still trembling, and wrote in crooked letters: "This is truly wonderful. Hope—it is truly wonderful! So, we really can win; so, we really have our own..."

Because the weather today was not suitable for the water park, they had to rethink their plans and went to Dashishan, a famous tourist attraction in Yuhai.

Thirty miles outside of Guqing City stood Zixia Mountain, a place bustling with incense offerings. On the mountain was the Zixia Cave, and passing through the cave led to the Zixia Temple. In Tianxuan, Zixia Temple was revered as a royal temple; legend had it that it was incredibly efficacious, and even the royalty and nobility would drive there to pray for blessings.

After the two finished a sumptuous dinner, Ruoshui rarely invited Mu Qiannian to her room for a game of chess.

The behavior of these people moved Li Chengqian deeply. Since they were on his side, their future would naturally not be too bleak, and he would surely give them the best of whatever he had.

"Call me Ming." Everything before his eyes had blurred, as if the earlier slaughter in the prison cell had never existed, as if the previous conflict had never occurred. Hua Wuying trembled at that single sentence; the demonic timbre of his voice could bewitch the soul, and he commanded her to address him by the most intimate of names.

After all, if the Prince of Qin were content to be a mere vassal king, he would not have needed to go to such lengths to recruit him; he could have simply remained in the palace as a figurehead.

Xie Lu perhaps sensed it too, but he could not stop. To stop meant to lose, and that would mean his destiny would no longer be under his own control.

The first sip revealed nothing special, but once the wine slid down the throat, a rich, lingering fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus filled the mouth, offering an endless aftertaste.

However, Shang Ying’s cultivation had already reached the half-step Supreme God realm, and she possessed the technique of blood-escaping, making her extremely difficult to kill unless a Supreme God took action.

As the voice faded, the executioner raised his blade and brought it down, the head fell, and blood splattered—a truly chilling sight.

"Death is at your door, yet you still dare to be mouthy! I'll slaughter you right now!" Hu Shuisheng stepped forward, clenched his hand into a fist, and smashed it down toward Gao Fei’s head.

"Jianghu cuisine" is a distinctive Han dietary custom of Chongqing, rich in local flavor. In the words of culinary experts, "Jianghu cuisine" refers to dishes that contrast with "authentic" or traditional cuisine.

After a period of preparation, the hotels, clothing boutiques, musical instrument shops, and motorcycle and sports car dealerships in the inner city finally opened for business.

After speaking, the two went to visit the distillery. The distillery was as bustling as a busy market. Dozens of people were working inside, and great plumes of steam billowed out. Moreover, the intoxicating aroma of wine teased the nostrils.

Ginos was already seventy years old. He used his research results to restore his youth and then went on to create so many cyborgs.

They never expected that, at such a moment, there would be Imperial Collaboration Army troops who dared to resist. How could this be possible? Who gave them the courage?

Just then, scouts reported that in Chang'an, the panicked Xiahou Ru and the Mayor of Jingzhao learned that Ma Chao was heading straight for Tongguan. They had already ordered five thousand of the city’s last ten thousand defenders to be urgently dispatched under the command of General Zhang Shun, racing through the night toward Tongguan to provide reinforcements.

In the countryside, there is no need for professional tools; one simply uses bamboo poles, measuring them one by one along the way to determine the length.

"What's wrong with you? Have you lost your mind? Do vampires even get mental illnesses?" No matter what Wang Fan said to him, Ian remained unmoved.

The expressions of the two formed a sharp contrast; Young Master Ning’s brows were furrowed in distress, while Gao Fei was all smiles, looking quite happy.

When he opened his eyes again, not only had he fully recovered, but his deep, dark pupils shot out cold, piercing glints that felt almost tangible.