Chapter 23

Observing the current state of Jiang Julei and Shen Shi, Jiang Mingliang felt that there was something he had been contemplating for a long time that must now be said, even if Jiang Julei and Shen Shi would not care to hear it.

Qingyan, with a hint of reluctance, carefully rolled up the painting she had just finished, bound it with a thin string, and placed it inside a clean bag.

After landing several heavy blows, as if venting his frustration, the man turned around with a somber expression and walked out of the tent. The person who had just been beaten followed the merchant silently, without a word, and soon vanished from sight.

Zou Meijuan said this was everything Ni Lingge had prepared for her, so which day had they chosen for their engagement?

She wore the same cropped denim jeans and a short-sleeved T-shirt. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head.

Wang Si knew exactly why he had come to see Xue Haolan this time. Once he saw that Xue Haolan had already made arrangements regarding Old Li’s betrayal, he spoke to her immediately.

"White Tiger, Helian Hao and Long Yichen were inside the secret chamber; why didn't you tell me?" Qiao Ru'an’s voice was cold and calm, like the prelude to a coming storm.

That night, his father did not sleep at all. He got up early to report for duty at the town’s construction crew, then hurried back to the village. He had no other choice; he could only wait for his mother, who had left without a word.

Of course, when bringing him inside, he covered his eyes and sealed his five senses. He was then thrown into a prison cell within the Nine-Fold Space Tower, where Gu Fangchen would have absolutely no idea where he was. There was no fear of exposing the secret of the Nine-Fold Space Tower.

This time, not only was he trying to save others, but he was also saving himself. Wang Si trusted that he would not gamble with his own life or the lives of his brothers, so he had the radio operator hand the equipment over to Michael.

Finally, in the Weige family, Ge Yixiong and Ge Changgeng impatiently pulled Yu Zhe aside to ask for details, but they could not get any useful information—the new father was just as confused as they were.

Now, whenever he returned home and saw Jing Mo, his heart would race, and his gaze would drift. Although his focus was not fixed, his entire attention was centered on her, constantly observing and recording her every expression and smile.

"Time-Lag Magic Eye, activate!" The flickering golden light faded from his eyes, leaving pupils that resembled the face of a clock.

Zu Feng, Wang Meng, and Xun Xian stepped forward one after another to pay their respects. The other six followed, smiling at Shi Qing, waiting to greet him with great poise.

"None of the four sects of Feng, Wei, Shanyang, and Yang are simple; the intelligence the Federation received is inaccurate," Lageta said.

"Even if the provisions are sufficient, what about the men? After another two and a half days of fighting, how many people will be left in Hexi?" Zhuge You poured another bucket of cold water on the situation.

Terry himself was quite depressed. He believed his departure was not due to a lack of ability, but an inability to get along with Maider. The official stance was the same, though in reality, he just couldn't get along with Yang Hongsen. It was much like how Hurwitz and Maider couldn't get along, yet Yang Hongsen was able to coordinate between them well.

When Li Bida returned with the mule, he went into the back room of the camp to chop wood. After pushing the door open, he found Adriana wrapped in a robe, sitting in the dim light atop a pile of firewood. Her dark eyes stared at him, bright and piercing. She was much like her mother—equally beautiful and arrogant.

An angry Carabis began to shout, while Adriana nearby remained silent, perhaps already having fainted from weakness.

Now, there were fewer than fifty cultivators left. If not for Yujia leaving behind those ten thousand spirit demons, these few people would have been wiped out in minutes by the demons wandering outside the Demon Realm.

"This is a Steinway," Yu Haoyang recognized the expensive piano brand at a glance, as he owned one himself. However, due to space constraints at his home, he had bought an upright model, while Fang Yichen’s music room was spacious enough for this grand piano.

After learning about the incident, Shen Qu hurried over. Seeing Lin Zhiyan’s slightly flushed face and the people pointing and whispering nearby, he still wasn't quite clear on how far things had developed.

"Average, average, third in the world," Jiang Liu said, feigning modesty while actually being quite smug.

When Zhou Yunxi said this so directly, Qi Fangfang seemed to finally realize that it truly was impossible for them to become good friends.

However, the village chief fidgeted and couldn't give a straight answer. We were already in a bit of a rush, and we couldn't afford to waste time with him.

Suddenly, the zither string snapped with a sharp sound, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from Yujia’s lips. The skulls in the air slowly vanished into the horizon like a receding tide. A few of the destructive handprints that hadn't been dissipated continued to press down toward Yujia.

Fang Yichen had woken up as soon as someone arrived from home and had heard the conversation in the next room. She instantly rolled off the top bunk and ran to the main room.

After arriving in Beijing, Fang Yichen’s life became very structured. During the day, she would follow Grandma Li to the clinic. Every time Grandma Li took a patient's pulse, she would follow up and take it as well, then compare her conclusions with Grandma Li’s, primarily to accumulate experience.

I do not know how much time had passed when sunlight slanted through the gaps in the dense foliage, casting beams of light upon the slender figure lying on the lawn.

After picking up Lin Mu, the driver set off for a cinema owned by China Film Group in the Fengtai District.

Thinking of this, Banruo secretly slipped out of her room, intending to search the sparsely populated areas of the Underworld.

We were forced to retreat from its attack range, and because of this, we were entangled by that massive tail. The mission to rescue Nuan Yuxiao was thus forced to a halt.

"Sister, can you tell me if you left Ningcheng because Xiao Zhe wanted to hurt you?" Ji Furong had long known that Xiao Zhe was no good.

Lan Linfeng took the booklet, his fingers imbued with spiritual power, and tapped a few pages. The booklet began to flip through its pages automatically.

I did not show my bitterness, but instead turned and nestled into Ming Si’s embrace.

The owner of the pancake shop had some impression of Han Shaoxun, not because he was a celebrity, but because a few years ago, this man would often appear at his shop to ask about the whereabouts of a young woman. He hadn't come for a while, and it was unexpected that he would appear again today.

I couldn't help but want to lose my temper. As a smart child, she shouldn't be learning these useless things. But my idiotic sister just wouldn't listen.

Looking at the sleeping Mingxue Beast, my determination to obtain the blood from its brow grew even stronger.

"I just felt a spatial fluctuation. Did something happen?" Kido Saori asked.

But at this moment, he was weak and powerless. The living corpse puppet stood there like a wooden stake, unmoving, until it kicked Zhao Fu away with a heavy blow.