Thirty-seven

"What?!" Zhao Dashan was stunned by Ling Yu's account. He instinctively glanced at the street chair behind him, but it was empty, save for a single leaf drifting down to rest upon it.

At this moment, Ling Shuiyue and Xiao Yan's friends lowered their heads in disappointment. It was impossible to ask Ying Jie and Mother Ying to take such a risk; after all, Mother Ying had risked her life to save them once before, and no one could bear to ask her to do it again.

Guo Lin wore a smirk, lost in his own lewd fantasies as he activated a teleportation scroll to return to Demon Sealing City, eventually making his way back to Woyou Valley from Dongyu City.

"Ten Directions Absolute Kill!" With a hoarse roar, he swung his notched long blade forward with great force. As the words left his lips, the blade hummed violently, and a cross-shaped starlight, seemingly wreathed in mist, shrieked outward.

Ling Yu groaned inwardly. It seemed that more people had arrived to surround the area, trapping him completely in the wilderness. He had no choice but to wait patiently.

To facilitate governance, the Empire decided to build the Three Passes Grand Tunnel, which would cut through Jietai Mountain, connecting the cities to the north and south. The construction was sporadic and took ten full years. Unfortunately, only one year after the tunnel opened to traffic, Jietai Mountain fell.

"Do not worry, Grandmother. Rong'er is not one to mistreat herself, nor would I ever let any insignificant person affect my mood." Su Yirong said this while casting an intentional glance at Leng Yanxi.

The Empress reached out to retrieve the landscape painting inscribed with poetry that Su Ruoshui had drawn, but looking around, she realized that all the maids, nannies, and eunuchs of the Kuning Palace were absent.

Old Apple trembled all over and hurried to apologize. Hearing this, Lan Qianyue let out a cold snort and took the lead, walking in front. The Third Prince followed closely behind, his pace no slower than hers.

"Little sister, where is your sister-in-law?" Mo Chenfeng wrapped his arms around Lan Qianyue and whispered suggestively into her ear.

Fortunately, he had checked Chu Lin's pulse that day, realizing that this so-called incompatibility between soul and body—which Ranran called "transmigration aftereffects"—only appeared severe; in reality, it was quite easy to resolve. He was confident that Chu Lin would be completely healthy within half a year.

"The world of martial artists is cruel and full of strife. Once you engage in combat, the outcome is either death or injury. Your top priority now is to quickly increase your strength, so that if you run into some old fogies in the future, you won't be left without even a chance to flee," Xunyi warned.

"Manager Gao, you aren't playing by the rules. We agreed on only one sentence, and you've said at least seven or eight." Quan Zi-mo didn't even glance at the subpoena; he took it and tore it to shreds. The scraps of paper drifted slowly in the air like flower petals at a wedding—quite a sight.

Ling Aoxue met his gaze. As their eyes locked, she felt a strange sensation like an electric current coursing through her body. Just as she was about to look away, he reached out and cupped her cheek.

It could not be denied that Xiao Zhenglin was indeed a man of open mind and responsibility; he simply was too stubborn.

However, seeing the happy scene of the director's family of three, those questions that had kept her indecisive no longer seemed like problems at all.

Clearly, this Grand Elder Zhou knew the nine puppets were difficult to deal with and prepared to attack Xu Hong first.

"Understood," Dong Yue replied. Her gaze swept across the casino before she ran toward the back, returning moments later dressed as a waiter.

As a sniper who had successfully neutralized over fifty other snipers, the Wolf God possessed a wealth of experience.

Because the New Year was approaching, many households were replacing the calligraphy and paintings hanging in their homes. Although hanging couplets was not common in this era, many people hung auspicious scrolls. Cui Pingsheng knew how to read and write, so he naturally took on the task of writing for everyone, and Yue Chang'an, having nothing better to do, was dragged over to help.

Shenji suddenly understood why she fell short of Shenqi. Her resilience, self-reliance, decisiveness, fairness, and sense of justice were all traits she lacked.

Having lost the support of Hong Yi, Lala's strength plummeted, barely surpassing that of an average peak Divine Might expert. How could she possibly withstand the Demon King at this moment?

A talisman struck the two cat demons lunging at Ma Yun'an, and their two cyan demonic spirits were instantly sucked into the paper.

His build was somewhat portly, a physique that reminded me of a lecherous, bald man with a beer belly.

Mu Chao looked at the person before him, who seemed to be carrying some sorrow, and couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

It could be said that one-fifth of the Eastern Capital was occupied by members of the Cat Gang; every rustle in the night could not escape their intelligence network.

When Jing Yi woke up again, it was already dusk. She opened her eyes to find herself lying in Xiao Yilin's arms, while Xiao Yilin leaned against the side of the carriage with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

"Officer?" The medical staff member packed up the kit, gesturing for him not to exert himself lest the wound reopen.

If she were alone, she could use her abilities to keep any predator at bay, but with Madame Liu by her side, she could not use them easily. She feared frightening her mother and raising her suspicions.

Ever since Rong Li took over the Seventh District, many people from the lower city and the refugee areas had flocked there.

Moreover, Wang Jing had been riding high lately; after all, the box office hit four million, and people fawned over him wherever he went.

Jun Lin saw that Noble Consort Xu's attitude toward Feng Ruqing had changed, and he looked at Feng Ruqing with profound meaning.

Mo Chen, who had come to seek a prescription from Tang Yingying, glanced at her upon hearing this, knowing full well this was one of her schemes.

After finishing his coffee, Chen Xiaofeng returned to his desk and began writing a screenplay. During the time he spent drinking his coffee, he had already decided which movie to write.