Spring’s tidings in the snow—chapter thirteen

"How could you forget? Isn't the mnemonic 'the old monk is a man without hair'?" Hengqi shouted.

When a street performer arrives at a new place to perform, according to the old rules of the trade, he's supposed to pay a visit to the local performers. This is called 'paying respects.'

But Steward Li had handed over the money, and not just a little, but a full thousand strings of cash—five times the sum Pan Hu received.

"Master, this cake is enormous," Yun Qingxue said with a helpless smile. Her meaning was clear: Master, you can't possibly finish such a huge cake, so why not share a bit more?

He believed she would rise like a phoenix and be reborn in the fire, but he couldn't bear to let her go through the flames. Yes, he couldn't bear it.

"What? You're not expecting me to fight with nothing but a wooden stake, are you?" Chen Tieshan objected at once.

Lei Zi hadn't even had time to see who had rescued her before she was seized by the collar and tossed out again.

Mo Changxing simply smiled calmly. "Since you like it, I respect your wishes. I'm sure Master and the others will respect your choice as well."

"Strange," Gardia wondered aloud, "if the enemy intends to hold their position to the death, why would they chase us through the marshes?"

This time, Eighty-seven didn't sense any hostility from Lu Yuansheng; the icy look in his eyes had disappeared.

After covering his mouth briefly, he spat out blood and a broken molar.

It would be quite possible to send a few hundred men with Fourth Brother to South Africa, solely to handle the dirty work. And with Fourth Brother's abilities, subduing Lan Yu's adopted sons would hardly be a challenge.

Qi Nansi chose to believe that it was simply because the animal missed her and Youbao after just one night apart, until Bra took the opportunity to nip at the corner of her clothes, whimpering more insistently.

Her eyes slowly opened, brilliant and clear, resting on the crowd, lingering briefly on Chen Jiu, then moving to the fat man.

Looking at their fiefs, Zhu Quan was in Xi'an, Zhu Gang in Taiyuan, but Zhu Di was in Beiping, the former Yuan capital—far more significant than the other two.

Kings like the Prince of Lu weren't unique; even the once ambitious Prince of Wei had settled down in recent years, becoming more like the Prince of Lu in temperament.

Then streams of pink and purple gauze curtains appeared before their eyes, faint fragrances wafting in the air.

No sooner had the commotion outside begun than Zhu Biao, without even looking, knew it could only be his younger brothers making such a racket in the Eastern Palace.

The airflow from the cars, combined with the open space, quickly dispersed the black fog, but the figure within had vanished. Those who had survived hurried back into their vehicles, chasing after Sakurako and the others.

Their venomous words were so unpleasant and toxic that the author feared describing them in detail might spoil the readers' mood, so they would not be elaborated here.

The Baron of Alchemy's main force launched a preemptive attack, advancing under cover of darkness to the war mason base, now reduced to ruins.

In a previous life, Jiang Chen had seen the old man's temper firsthand. After working with him for some time, he finally understood the old man's ways.

Within the domain of the Scarlet Flame Temple, all the counts were accounted for; there were no spare titles to bestow on Jiang Chen.

Only now did Ye Qiu notice the brand and model engraved on the blade, something he had never paid attention to before.

At the summit of the Bone Mountain Range, those enormous blood-red eyes witnessed it all and finally showed recognition.

She loathed complicated relationships. Flirtation was fine for amusement, but when things got serious, it all became much too messy.

Xue Yufeng hadn't expected Xue Su to have already returned home. Seeing her brought him joy, though he said nothing, only sighed and went back inside.

It was as if the ones he killed weren't his own brothers, nor his sisters-in-law. The people he cursed seemed to him nothing more than cold, indifferent animals.

One careless word and he could anger these elders. If the six of them joined forces, they could deal with him in an instant.

Just hearing their accounts made clear how badly their families were injured. The struggle and pain hidden in their words, the hope concealed in despair, were impossible to ignore—one couldn't help but want to reach out a hand.

Di Ting's cultivation level wasn't high, but its supernatural ability to hear the heavens and earth was invaluable to Cloud Sky City, as if blessed by the gods.

He was far too selfish. His days were already numbered, yet he barged into her world with such force, determined to leave in his dwindling time a memory he could savor for a lifetime.

Tang Zhichang's face paled. He had looked down on them before, but now he needed their help.

In the tallest building in the city, Sirong Group held sway—the world's largest financial company, controlling the pulse of the global economy.

"You can enjoy the moon and stars on your own. I'm tired—I'm going to bed," Chu Nian said, stifling a yawn.

Meng Yifeng hadn't lied. When Meng Xinglie was young, before the scar marred his face, he was a strikingly handsome man. Later, after founding his gang and enduring many fights, he took a blow for his wife, leaving him with the appearance he bore today.

A thunderous dragon's roar split the air—a black dragon, barely half a meter long, appeared in an instant.

It was only a matter of time. With the whole family attacking, how could the young mistress possibly escape on her own?

Suspended high in the sky, Lin Yi revealed one trump card after another, leaving the faces of dozens of sect and holy land leaders burning with humiliation.

Wen Qingye endured pain that seemed to cut to the bone, gritting his teeth as he edged closer to the icy spiritual essence.

Ling Yu understood well that Liu Mei was doing this to save him; a mere handgun was hardly enough to threaten him.

Though Ling Yu seemed cold and aloof, Zhou Li didn't find it strange or take offense—successful people often had peculiar temperaments.

Ten Uncle's chest was riddled with bullets, blood blossoming from the holes. He grunted and collapsed to the ground.