A Red Envelope Full of Blessings

“What exactly do you want? Must you drive me into a corner with no way out?” The Lion-Tiger Longevity was completely cornered by Xia Liu, unable to retaliate at all. It was well known that demon hunters and demons were natural enemies. When they met, it all came down to who had the higher cultivation and stronger willpower.

Chen Jian, Governor of the Liangzhe region, spoke with deeper meaning: as the highest official of Liangzhe, he had left no mark on West Lake, yet this noble of the Wang Mansion had only been in Hangzhou for a few days and already wanted to leave behind a political legacy—truly an unseemly appetite.

“Very well, we will follow your plan for now. When necessary, we must eliminate Mo Jiuqing before the emperor does! Brother gave me Liken precisely for this moment, and now is that crucial time!” Noble Consort Shu nodded toward Jasmine with approval, agreeing with her thoughts.

“Master, I truly was wrong…” Lingzi wept, tears the size of beans rolling in her eyes, fearing that any harsher tone from Lord Le would send them streaming down her cheeks.

Previously, early-stage Saomiao’s emotions had been too volatile, causing the transformation device’s energy output to surge uncontrollably.

Seeing Fang Mu approaching, Huzi refrained from further troubling Wang San, immediately straightening his posture and signaling a report to Fang Mu: “Young master! This man is from the Wang family. He nearly exposed us all, but luckily I subdued him in time,” Huzi succinctly relayed.

Under these circumstances, Qin Menglan could have killed Huang Ruofeng in one decisive strike, but the importance of the storage ring held her back from acting rashly.

“Do you have any objections, Steward Qu? This is the transaction between my Demon Realm and Su Jue,” Deathslayer said with displeasure.

“Is it true what the emperor said? That the harem is to be disbanded and even I am to be sent away?” Consort Liu softly asked Dantai Liuying, her eyes filled with emotion, hoping these words were mere jest, a cruel trick played on her.

“Those inside, send them to the police station,” Jing Yuchen instructed the security guards lined up at the café entrance after leaving.

At another table, a group ate heartily with heads down, even swiping food from the neighboring table without a care for the speaker’s endless monologue on stage.

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As for the reason for leading the way, no one even inquired whether Li He was novice or intermediate level—they simply had no interest in knowing.

“Too bad your mind isn’t even a tenth as sharp as your swordsmanship; then you would truly be invincible,” a prisoner sneered.

Fortunately, only he and the princess knew the truth; otherwise, countless ears would have suffered.

The two gradually shifted to analyzing the internal factions within the enemy kingdom’s court. At that moment, thunder crashed suddenly, shaking the earth.

The seafood buffet was vast, its high prices justified by the freshness and variety of ingredients. Despite the cost, many diners were drawn to the self-service style.

In the original story, Lin Jingyu’s talent and performance caught everyone's attention, but today, with Chen Fan present, Lin Jingyu was completely overshadowed and largely ignored.

As I kicked open the stone house’s door, Shen Haoying happened to be running outside. Seeing me rush over, his fearful expression finally eased.

The valley was filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, fresh streams flowing—a peaceful, secluded paradise akin to the Peach Blossom Garden.

In an old-style house on Wutong Road, warm yellow light poured from the windows, radiating a cozy and tranquil glow.

PS2: Because there are so many matters at hand, updates during this period will be irregular and sporadic.

It’s clear that in this world, those with names and reputations tend to have good fortune; as for others—even those in secondary guilds who pulled SSR-level heroes—often only managed to get a mediocre E-rank marksman, like Chuhua Xin.

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The true exhaustion for Chen Chen was not physical, but the vexation in his heart. Those ten minutes lying on the bed felt like years, his mind full of how to begin speaking.

But seeing his son weep over Ruan Bai’s kidnapping, his heart ached with an inexplicable reluctance. He sighed and held him close.

“Mu Shun, Mu Shun… All troops, listen! Gather your men and break through to rescue the vanguard Mu Shun…” Reminded of this, the heavily wounded Zhang Yang had not forgotten his beloved general. The battle was unfavorable, he was injured, and if no capable commanders returned to the city, defeat was inevitable. Gritting his teeth, Zhang Yang changed his orders.

Liu Xiao smiled awkwardly. He had once been merely a hall leader of the Heavenly Wolf Sect, a senior brother. Who would have thought he’d one day become one of the three overlords commanding the underground world of Zhonghai.

Yet Murong Chen still sat before his computer—not to write reports or study—but simply smoking a cigar and daydreaming.

Nian Mu felt the gaze fixed upon her from behind. She made no move, did not turn, instead letting Taotao snuggle close.

Luckily, he had now entered the realm of energy transformation, with increasing reserves of internal energy. Supported by the vital energy in his dantian, he was stable; before, he would have long collapsed from exhaustion.

Nearby, the slippery Minghe, ready to assign blame, quickly gathered his clansmen into his palace and activated a defensive array, treating the situation as an imminent threat. At this moment, Minghe cursed their leader again and again in his heart.