41. The Seventeenth Person

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Poor humans—to be precise, they are all equally pitiful. However, her mission is different; she hopes to find the Light-Shuttle War God so that her race will never again have to suffer under the curse of the demons.

"But having said that, there are quite a lot of people from the Bagua Palace," Jiang Yuan remarked, watching the disciples hurrying back and forth through the streets, rounding people up.

"Hmph, stop wasting your breath. Since I’ve fallen into your hands, do whatever you want—kill me or carve me up! I’m not going to survive anyway!" The man seemed to have a bit of backbone.

"Hey, old hand, how much longer do we have to walk?" A moment later, looking at the unchanging, oppressive environment of the tunnel, Lu Jiu could not help but ask.

"Hehe, of course. Lin Ran is a great expert; that Prince of the Broken Mountain wants to snatch my precious medicine? Not so easy!" Yun Hanyan looked at Lin Ran’s back, giggling, her eyes curving into crescents.

He was wearing a white doctor’s coat. She glanced at the badge on his chest: Wei Min, an orthopedic surgeon.

"Since you are people from the Censorate, then forget it. You may go!" Zhou Ting said indifferently.

She could choose not to hold a grudge against her aunt, but she remained unable to let go of the many wrongs her father had committed against her.

Qin Ruifeng shook his head helplessly, being dragged along by Wu Yuyan, who held his hand and pulled him along at a half-walk, half-run pace.

Like raindrops hitting the ground, a dense, thunderous roar erupted as Lin Hao and his group emerged from the cemetery.

Thinking back to the first time he was sold, the man had sold him to the family of Ji Pingzi for forty taels of silver.

"Why have you come here?" Shi Xueyan did not answer Xue Chen’s question, instead changing the subject.

In broad daylight, under the bright sky, and with so many pedestrians around, I actually felt a sense of fear! It is true what they say: the unknown is the most terrifying thing. That statement is absolutely correct.

After parting ways with Liu Suyi, Hua Nongying did not make an immediate decision. After much deliberation, she decided to head to the disaster area herself to deliver the message.

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Once Ting'er spoke these words, Yun Wanqing stood up from her chair abruptly. She had never known that someone with whom she had no grievances could be so vicious just to vie for favor.

Shuang'er looked at Yun Wanqing’s calm expression and could not help but feel suspicious of Yun Wanqing’s feelings for Zhao Jingye, but she immediately dismissed the thought.

By the time everything was done, it was dusk. Yun Wanqing stood in the pavilion, watching the afterglow of the setting sun, feeling a sense of desolation in her heart. The scenery before her remained the same, yet the people and circumstances were no longer what they once were.

At this moment, in his sea of consciousness, the mountain peak for nearly a hundred yards around was presented with perfect clarity. Every street, every shop, every stall, every disciple, and even every medicinal pill was visible down to the finest detail.

"If you are going to Sanquan Road later, I will have Ziyu take you there," Shen Jiahuan said immediately.

"Sizzle!" The moment the high heel touched the flame barrier, the flames did not burn the shoe; instead, they tore apart like a thin sheet of paper, heading straight toward my face.

They had met unexpectedly on the way to the station where he was supposed to meet Chi. Liuxing had originally wanted to escape, but he was captured immediately.

Love is pampering, but it is also letting go and fulfillment. And he was currently learning this cruel lesson.

Stepping out of the elevator, Feng Guang looked at the door of an apartment, then looked helplessly at Yun Ji, who was standing beside her.

However, she now suspected that this high-and-mighty status—this so-called Sect Master title—probably didn’t belong to their Nan Ting, but to Mo Han.

Feng Guang’s face flushed red. She felt that if she were to look away now, she would appear too weak, so she widened her eyes and stared at him openly and directly.

As luck would have it, their crying was heard by a palace eunuch passing by outside. The eunuchs burst into the room and, seeing that Zheng was very beautiful, immediately reported it to the official in charge. Upon investigation, it was found that Zheng’s name had not been submitted. Everyone understood the hidden schemes involved, so without further ado, they took Zheng back to the capital.

An Xiaoxiao searched through the neatly folded but pitifully few clothes, pulled out one she wore most often, unfolded it, and turned to look at Gu Chen to ask for his opinion.

Chitanda felt no resentment toward Oreki’s holding back, nor did she feel her self-esteem had been insulted, because in her eyes, it was just a game—there was no need to take it too seriously.

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"Don't mind it. Lala said the effect of the tool will disappear by morning. You two should get some rest. Good night, then." With that, Mikan pulled Momo away from the room.

The fish soup in the stove was bubbling, and the air was filled with a fragrance that carried a faint scent of fish.

Shen Moyi raised an eyebrow and curved her lips into a smile of unprecedented gentleness, like a loving mother. Perhaps she herself did not realize how much she looked like a mother full of love at that moment.

This did not change the image of the red dragon as a brain-dead creature in Bai He’s mind. He stroked his chin as the arcane eye sent back feedback: his target had arrived.

Sun Shaozu had already grabbed Yingchun by the waist. Losing her balance, Yingchun fell straight into Sun Shaozu’s arms. It was the first time she had been this close to him; their eyes met, their nose tips brushed, and the breath Sun Shaozu exhaled lingered on Yingchun’s lips. Given this posture, it looked less like they were arguing and more like the intimacy of lovers.

Fatty Jin’s Longtai Firm was one of the top ten businesses in the imperial capital, primarily dealing in furs, though it dabbled in any industry that could turn a profit.

Nangong Boyi and his mother turned their heads at the same time to see Nangong Boyi’s father walking slowly in from the doorway.

And in that one day, despite the many dangers, it was the time he had laughed the most.

Seeing that it was a gold note, the father and son’s faces filled with surprise and joy. The minimum denomination for a gold note was ten gold coins. With this much money, it was enough to compensate for the ruined sugarcane.

"How is it? Is there any news from the other side?" the Minister of National Defense asked, looking somewhat nervous.