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Ji Yuanhua had already reached the limit of her patience. The trap they had set, while ruthless, did not meet her requirements, so she did not mind giving it a secret push from behind.

Su Yao reluctantly accepted her mother’s warped justifications for restoring the fallen kingdom, yet her conscience still nagged at her. Unable to prevent the loss of life, she could only strive to minimize the casualties as much as possible.

Before the news broke, Wei Cheng had considered suppressing the story, but hadn't he already gotten into an argument with Wei Xiao over it?

Watching the other person wear the finished piece she had designed, Tan Wei could tell that this budding fashion designer was truly gifted and had put in immense effort into her craft.

Although she would sooner or later complain that Wei Xiao was nothing more than a beast who only knew how to mate, compared to the cold and ferocious Wei Xiao from moments ago, she found the "beast" version significantly more endearing.

Watching Yan Xiyue nod as she pondered, Gu Xi shook his head with a faint smile. After casting one last glance toward the lounge, he lowered his head and began to work in earnest.

They often blew whistles for training in the middle of the night; thus, in such a beautiful night, one could discover that the atmosphere at Moon Mountain Lake was quite different.

Gu Xi nodded and sat on the sofa, switching on the television. Fang Yuan sat to his right, while Xiao Kai sat to his left, blocking any potential angles for photos from the outside. Gu Xi took out his phone, typed a few words, and sent them off.

Looking at her son, Cha Juan felt hatred—but could she truly hate her own child? Perhaps he was the more pitiful one; this was the tragedy of her own making.

He was a native of Beijing and not very familiar with the affairs of the Mo and Chu families, but he had never expected that such an archaic feudal custom as an arranged marriage from birth still existed.

The Heavenly Emperor’s brow twitched. That day, Mei’er had embraced him, recounting a dream trapped in mist. Could that dream be connected to the Underworld Emperor?

The strength of a soul mutation lies in the vastness of its positive soul power. Once the Soul Eye is awakened, its usage becomes limitless, though this will surely be enough to make the fellow suffer.

In truth, she really wanted to sleep on a reed mat tonight, even if she didn't want to admit that the part she had woven herself looked a bit ugly.

I had originally intended to have some passionate moments with the cute girl, but she was extremely unwilling, saying she would rather go back and be intimate with me twice more than engage in such things in a place as terrifying as this.

"Hmph." Upon seeing this, Wu Xue showed no signs of anger, nor did she bother to pick up her weapon. She simply responded with a sneer of her own, then slowly raised her middle finger.

Just moments ago, the immortals had been on the Execution Platform, with cold blades poised to strike. As these illusions—so real yet so false—vanished, their bodies could no longer hold up, and they collapsed to the ground, one by one. Where was the dignity they had held only moments before?

I must first understand what Chu Yi has been doing for these past few years and why he came to the Imperial Capital in the first place. Is he planning to develop his career here, or is he only here for a short stay?

The second brother glanced outside the cell, grabbed a pack of cigarettes, and ran over, happily handing one to each of the prison guards.

Not to mention the chaos in the underworld, Wang Qingshan appeared remarkably calm in the place where he was being detained by the authorities; it seemed he had long anticipated this day.

When the Crown Prince heard Mu Meiqing scolding me like that, he burst into laughter. I couldn't really react in front of them, after all, they were both prominent figures.

As she stretched her body slightly and flexed her fingers, she turned her head and met three pairs of strange eyes scrutinizing her.

Ren Fei paced the room, lost in thought for a while. Liu Shengrui and the other two also spent a long time trying to see things from different perspectives, yet no good ideas emerged. The room fell into a heavy silence, with no one daring to make a sound for fear of disturbing the Company Commander’s concentration. Suddenly, Ren Fei stopped walking, took out twenty yuan, and handed it to Ma Hongxi.

The Japanese soldiers of the Mori Brigade had reached the limit of their mental collapse. Seeing death either way, they followed Mori’s order without a second thought, brandishing their rifles and screaming "Long live the Emperor" as they launched a frenzied charge.

Liu Chong calculated that it was currently the sixth year of Zhongping, or 189 AD—the very year, it seemed, that Emperor Ling died. Although he couldn't remember which month the Emperor died, he figured the man wouldn't live much longer.

If chosen correctly, one could accelerate the comprehension of their own Rule Power by leaps and bounds; with time, even condensing it into a Domain would not be a problem.

This Golden Wood Seven-Star Sword, forged from spiritual energy, was activated by Master Hong through secret techniques. While it could kill enemies according to his will, it was also very simple to control.

Moreover, the third-place team was less than a hundred points behind them, and there was always the possibility of being overtaken.

Then, something even more bizarre occurred. The iron Buddhist beads scattered on the ground suddenly flew into the air. Driven by an unknown force, the thirty-six beads, each the size of an infant’s fist, shot toward everyone present.

Taking advantage of mealtime, Ren Fei called Tian San over. Having performed meritorious service by reporting information and offering sound suggestions, Tian San had his sentence reduced by three months. With only two months left until his release, he had been showing great initiative in every aspect.

When Kebineng heard Fuluohan say this, he couldn't help but look over. He saw a majestic, awe-inspiring general sitting atop a tall red horse, holding a long spear, charging from the distance like a streak of red light.