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"Salesperson, this pair!" Ye Junyao's cold and arrogant demeanor was displayed to the fullest at this moment; she couldn't even be bothered to utter more than a single word.

Since Madam Jiang had already visited, she wouldn't come again during the day. Jiang Qin'ge endured her pain, stood up, changed into a lily-patterned dress, and followed Lily out of the estate.

Xiu Qiqi felt that both she and Chang Guanyan had lived very humbly in their past lives. Just for the simple wish of surviving somewhat steadily, they had discarded much and lost much, yet in the end, they failed to obtain what they desired.

Early the next morning, Han Zhou came to see him. Zhu Ke had just emerged, with Jianjia serving nearby in the room.

"Why is there a scent of orchids here?" Taking a deep sniff, a faint, elegant fragrance lingered at the tip of their noses, and the two maidservants stopped examining the walls.

Rumors in the imperial court and the pugilistic world claimed that he had disregarded the ethics of subjects, colluded with martial arts sects to persecute loyal officials, and intended to usurp the emperor's throne from the crown prince.

"This is merely ordinary grain and fodder; how can it be considered evidence?" one of the ministers spoke up.

Wan Qi gradually calmed her mind. At this moment, her heart became incomparably empty and serene... Except for the most primitive emotions she wished to perceive... everything else was nonexistent to her.

Morning workouts are fine, but they shouldn't be overdone; for instance, push-ups and sit-ups are better suited for the evening.

It is precisely the actors who unearth the connotations of their roles through their acting skills, bringing the characters to life and causing the audience to become so deeply engrossed in the performance that they even project their own subjective feelings into it.

Ye Jingluo looked at Bai Xin. She had hardly had a moment of peace since arriving here. Now, with some time left before the secret realm opened, she needed to seize the opportunity to improve her strength.

Merely attempting to divine Xiao Jian's future had directly shortened Immortal Yuanfeng's life by several hundred years. Originally, Immortal Yuanfeng would have had several hundred more years to live, but after calculating Xiao Jian's destiny, he passed away in less than ten years.

Probably no one in this castle, aside from the State Preceptor, dared to speak to the Emperor of Daliang in such a manner. Yet, strangely enough, no matter what the State Preceptor said, His Majesty the Emperor always listened respectfully without a single trace of dissatisfaction.

Today, Xu Zhe was carried back by the bailiffs, so they brought him straight inside the county yamen.

"How is he?" From Xiao Jian's current vantage point, he could only see the giant wolf's back and could not make out its condition.

That night, because he was severely injured and his primordial core was damaged, he momentarily lost control and revealed his demonic form—the whiskers beside his mouth and the long tail behind him could not be concealed no matter what.

Chen Mo was somewhat shocked. The saber did not look particularly thick, but its weight was truly astonishing, probably tipping the scales at fifty or sixty jin, far exceeding an ordinary blade. Only someone like him and Gu Qianya could wield it, which suggested one thing: the blade was of immense mass and likely extraordinary.

The moment their eyes met, Lan Daiqing immediately recognized that gaze as belonging to Xiao Mei. Blushing deeply, Lan Daiqing buried her head in Xiao Jian's chest, allowing him to carry her forward.

Yanshan Ting's fingertips brushed against her neck, where a few reddish marks remained. Reflected against her snow-white skin, one could vaguely recall how captivating the scene had been.

Ye Jingluo called out weakly, her voice somewhat hoarse from prolonged silence.

"No! I..." Jiang Ling hurriedly tried to respond, but midway through realized her intention and felt too embarrassed to continue. Crestfallen, she turned her head away, unwilling to look at her face any longer.

The man was an old fellow in his fifties with grayish-white hair and tightly closed eyes, seemingly knocked unconscious by anesthetics. He looked quite familiar; upon closer inspection, Xiao Ying recognized him as well, exclaiming almost simultaneously with me, "Old Zhang!" It was Zhang Qingyuan, who had disguised himself as a school custodian and raised Feng Lan into a longevity ghost.

At that time, he could not believe the words of those seeds at all. It wasn't until later that the Three-Legged Golden Crow discovered this forgotten place, and in an instant, sunlight flooded the area, causing seeds that had not sprouted for tens of millions of years to burst into flower shortly after.

This left Qingshan completely unable to find the slightest flaw to launch a counterattack. Forget about counterattacking; even blocking these fifty-five gunshots was nothing more than wishful thinking.

Hearing that Jiang Ling had fainted at the airport, Fang Yao felt an indescribable sense of guilt. He knew Jiang Ling suffered from anemia and could not handle excessive fatigue.

The eunuch's expression was exceedingly exaggerated, his eyes fixed dead on the sky, fearing some sudden danger might fly in from outside the city.

Fang Yao felt saddened by the poor quality and lack of discipline among the Azure Dragon Gang members. He had originally thought he could absorb the gang members today to serve under his own command, but who would have expected their standards to be so utterly hopeless, truly beyond saving.

Gu Ruoying, entirely devoid of clothing, collapsed onto the floor, her gaze fixed toward the doorway, hollow and vacant. Her left cheek was red and swollen, yet she seemed entirely insensible to the pain.

Chen Dong broke out in a cold sweat. Only now did he realize he had underestimated Chu Feiyang; this fellow was not as fragile as he appeared, but rather a wolf in sheep's clothing. Thinking of this, Chen Dong could not help but feel a surge of regret—regret that he had not investigated Chu Feiyang's background thoroughly before rashly proposing a duel.

Meng Qingyi hurriedly covered her eyes with the quilt, her bare feet angrily kicking about on the bed. Judging solely by those feet, she hardly looked like a crude, boorish man. Yet, everyone was well aware of her usual behavior.

Lestia acted as if he had received a great favor, but how could a passionate young man continue to act bashful? With extraordinary poise, he gracefully lifted the front hem of his armor with both hands and sat down with a grateful expression where the duke pointed.

Qin Tian and I discussed it and decided to go down together. Qin Tian could hold his breath underwater for about an hour, while I could manage three hours. I figured that was more than enough time; as long as we found the Xuanwu, everything would be easily resolved.

In truth, the reason Lin Jiayi blushed was not because Zhu Nan was sitting on her bed, nor because of his actions, but rather because she felt Zhu Nan was deeply masculine. This was her first time experiencing such a feeling. To put it simply, Lin Jiayi discovered that she was beginning to develop favorable feelings for Zhu Nan.