How many dreams are there in this fleeting life? 9

Meanwhile, the large steamer in the back kitchen was shrouded in thick, steaming mist. The fire beneath the pot blazed fiercely, and the cooks, impatient from waiting, sweated profusely amid the heat. Out in the main hall, many people watched eagerly, their patience wearing thin.

Yet, the expected pressure did not arrive. Cold Xinghe, curious, wondered why he was still able to think.

Su Muli, finally comfortable in that embrace, felt the discomfort from the earlier distance ease. She let out a soft sound, then drew closer again, holding the person tightly.

Soon after, Zijin Jiayan abandoned this body and entered the palace, beginning to possess the strong cultivators—be they battle emperors or battle kings, he possessed them without hesitation, constantly sending them down into the underground palace.

Watching Xi Yibo, busy for days preparing the wedding, and recalling the care shown along the way, Zhang Min felt a pang of guilt.

Everyone moved! In an instant, disciples clad in various Taoist robes surged from all directions, surrounding Wen Yun.

“I truly don’t understand how, before losing my memory, I could have crossed paths with him!” Zhang Min grumbled inwardly. Someone so oblivious to romance—if not for twice risking his life to save her, she would surely have felt nothing for such a man.

However, as the layers of the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda grew and manifested with increasing difficulty, Tom was not angered. Instead, his opinion of the pagoda shifted slightly.

As for what happened in the pool earlier, Luo Yuanyuan was no fool; she more or less understood why the director had come to find her now.

There were several restaurants near the hospital, but Ji Mo did not choose to eat directly. Instead, he headed toward a clothing store.

Though he said so, leaving was not easy. The big crab uncle was still tangling with him, both gripping each other’s wrists. For the moment, neither could simply walk away as they wished.

“Brother Qian, you must rest! Look at how exhausted you are, your spiritual power is depleted!” Luo Ting finally snapped out of her reverie, eyes reluctantly leaving the Auspicious Furnace, still stunned as she looked at Feng Qian.

Two faint fragrances intertwined, making Nangong Luo Jing momentarily dazed. Yet, being held tightly in his arms was such a wonderful feeling—her heart raced, and without realizing it, a faint blush spread across her cheeks.

The driver was the familiar Forty-Seven. Beside him sat another young man, also brought by Jiang Yun.

As for his earlier infatuation, Wang Peng had long forgotten it, not bothering to clarify anything.

Those unaware of the secret cared little, but the perpetually icy figure now showed a hint of surprise on their face.

Nosferatu, unable to make sense of it, simply stopped pondering and began cultivating. Meanwhile, Luffy entered a hidden passage in the Dark Temple, a place he discovered while setting up formations. It was so secretive that no one knew what astonishing things might be concealed within.

A masked man brandished a gleaming knife before Magistrate Jia, whose face instantly turned green.

He Qingyan had kept her company for so long. Though she had never been gravely ill, Li Muer watched her drink the medicinal soup day after day.

At noon, Zhou Fubao drove first to pick up Feng Chanyao, then headed to the restaurant. During the ride, apart from the initial greeting, Zhang Chen and she exchanged not a single word.

“Nothing, really. Just wanted Mother to meet you,” Zhu Youcheng said, flicking her forehead as he strode ahead.

He believed that a newly promoted genetic warrior recruit could never be his match.

But Vidocq did not mind; everything unfolded according to his plan. The root’s scarlet pupils, the furious expression, the rolling murderous intent—all made Vidocq’s lips curve into a pleased smile.

Bai Yi and Liu Yuan nodded, each logging into Li Fan's Weibo. They weren't disappointed, but hoped all the more that Li Fan would compose ancient poetry.

Lin Di was somewhat puzzled. If this soul was useless, the forum should not have listed a price. But since there was a price, why couldn’t it be used for top-up?

He glanced around, deliberately avoiding Feng Yueyan’s gaze. But Feng Yueyan stood her ground, staring fixedly, waiting for his reply.

The doorbell rang incessantly, only stopping when complaints sounded from within. Tiffany hadn’t washed up and opened the door with her bare face, looking up at Gao Xun. Gao Xun was as usual, with a hint of dark circles under his eyes, but seeing a handsome man first thing was always pleasant.

When they reached a secluded spot, Lin Qingquan winked mischievously at Huo Yan, his face now bright with happiness, no trace of the earlier sorrow.

Ye Zhen was stunned; he wished he had come earlier. With only twenty-five minutes left before the flight, the line stretched like a dragon for over ten meters. Liu Yufei and Song Hu could only sigh—how long would they have to wait?