Chapter 112: September’s Literary World in Anhui Belongs to Xu Chengjun (6.1k Words—Please Vote for Me!)

Anhui Literature is the earliest-founded and longest-running professional literary magazine in Anhui Province.

Its development has spanned decades of changing times, following a clear and traceable course.

In November 1950, its predecessor, Northern Anhui Literature and Art, was officially launched.

It was renamed Anhui Literature and Art in 1952, changed again to Jianghuai Literature in 1956, and finally given the name Anhui Literature in 1958. It was later suspended in 1965 because of the Four Cleanups Movement.

Yet when I saw that none of the others wore any strange expression, I realized that the Venerable Lord Xuanwu had not conveyed the same message to them.

During the previous recording, Youying had appeared aloof and cold, but in truth she seemed somewhat detached from the real world.

The man pressed his brow wearily. Everyone, including Chu Qingxuan himself, unanimously believed that Marshal Chu, the God of War, never cared whether his son lived or died because he had never truly cared about this legitimate heir of his. He had been cold to him before departing for war and even more indifferent afterward. But who could have known that sometimes indifference was itself a form of protection?

I guessed he very much wanted to know what was happening, but no matter how carefully he looked, he could not detect the slightest clue.

Ever since her identity had been exposed, Liu Shani had avoided becoming too close to Zhao Yiyi. She was also afraid that Xu Ran would tell Zhao Yiyi about her affairs.

But now the Holy Mother Wudang had fallen into desperate circumstances, while the three of them were powerless to help.

To keep the Wang family from pestering her, Liu Cui nodded hastily and agreed, saying that she would speak to them if she ever got the chance. As for whether the matter would succeed, she herself had no confidence.

By the time Black Moon came back to his senses, he saw white bones scattered across the ground. Yet the River of Time continued relentlessly washing over the bones of the United Government Army. In no more than a few breaths, the bones that had covered the ground moments before had vanished without a trace.

Besides, everyone knew that the Primordial did not like people transformed from furry animals—and that was precisely what he was.

After all, they were outsiders with no connection to the matter. Since their tongues belonged to other people, there was nothing anyone could do about what they chose to say.

Kallen ignored the mechanics’ shouts and picked up the beam rifle and shield from the nearby weapons rack.

The moment he stepped out of the teleportation array, the guards of Nisaner Town loudly greeted Bai Fan, instantly drawing the attention of the players nearby.

Lin Youde had never expected Baihe Chou and that Destroyer God to be so ruthless. They had directly brought out the True Granzon, nearly causing him to be erased altogether.

Sister Civet, however, could not understand at all what use Jiang Ke could possibly have for this “useless card,” which was only C-rank and had already been drawn by all her previous hosts.

“What should we do? Hmph. Isn’t it stated perfectly clearly above? On the night of the full moon, we are to choose a destined person from among those in the Human Immortal Realm!” Yun Muxuan’s gaze swept over everyone, not the slightest hint of a smile on his face.

Just as they were about to ascend to the heavens, Niu Ben saw He Yongchang and hurriedly flung the Illusory Demon Vessel in his hand toward him.

With no other choice, the old man in hemp robes had to act personally. Yet the instant he attacked, Blood Cloud blocked the assault with a secret demonic technique. The stalemate continued until now.

There were seven bedrooms and one bathroom upstairs. Downstairs, apart from the bathroom and kitchen, there was only one enormous air-conditioning unit and a storage room.

After arranging the formation, Yu Shu and the others found a place beside the canyon and began meditating to rest.

“Father said he still had one more matter to attend to, so he sent me back first. He said he would return in three to five days at the earliest, and ten days at the latest,” Luoyi replied.

“Don’t listen to his nonsense. What’s included in the package?” I pushed Gao Xiong aside, looked at the receptionist, and asked.

As long as Rong Zhao moved with agility and flexibility, strictly according to the specified speed, there was theoretically no possibility of being discovered.

Mu Tang spoke this time, offering them only the words, “Amitabha.” He had not spoken for years, and when he suddenly did so, his tone was strange and his articulation blurred. If not for the simplicity of that Buddhist invocation, even Mu Liankang and Mu Lianxiao would not have understood what he was saying.