I want that one.

If anyone else had said this, Ji Liye would have scoffed, but when Pei Shu spoke, he simply nodded and smiled.

The place Zhao Daidi brought Wu Yuqian to was indeed quite secluded, nestled in a grove at the foot of the mountain outside the village. Zhao Daidi had discovered it once while picking mushrooms there. She thought that next week Jiang Xiuhe would be heading to Mei Village and wouldn’t be able to enjoy such delicacies, so she decided to make up for it in advance.

He wrote a letter to Li Chongren, hoping to persuade the Prince of Qing’s residence to call off the marriage, so as to prevent any further trouble from the Xu family.

That day, he rode his motorcycle, dressed in plain clothes, and went to Xipu Town. He watched as her dowry was carried out, one load after another, with music and fanfare, taken all the way to Yancang Town.

Yu Qingran lifted her cold, sparse eyes. Ji Fei’s back was straight, her brows stubborn, as if she had no intention of seeking his help.

“I just want to ask, how much does a card cost? I’ll save up and buy it myself in the future,” Wen Qixuan said, his back to his father.

After a long while, Lu Yibai turned around, reached out his large hand and grasped Su Tang’s ankle, squatting quietly in front of her without uttering a word.

There was a trace of embarrassment in his eyes from being caught peeking, yet he forced himself to stay put, lips pressed together, meeting her gaze.

Watching Mi Zhen cover her ears, Liu Bian smiled and stood up. Mi Zhen immediately hopped over and grabbed Liu Bian’s sleeve.

In the next instant, Qi Xuan swept a cold gaze across Lin Dong and Ling Yue, his eyes full of disdain.

“No problem at all. As long as Mr. Yamamoto is satisfied, that is the greatest joy for us,” Wang Jianfeng said.

Seeing the shadows flickering in the private room, with voices occasionally echoing out, Liu Bian flashed a smile at the corner of his lips, finished his impromptu performance, and leaped out through the building, vanishing into the night sky.

Every god, with a flick of the finger, could destroy or create worlds—at least, that was what Lin Shaohan had read in those strange and supernatural records.

“The gathering is not over yet. Once it ends, we will no longer stand in your way,” said the head of the Chen family calmly.

As time passed, the sky darkened further. Xiahou Ming gritted his teeth and ordered a squad of soldiers to begin a tentative assault on the city, using hastily assembled ladders and ropes.

Everyone else in the hall looked disappointed, never expecting the four to lack even a shred of backbone, fleeing without so much as a word. The excitement fizzled out before it could even begin.

Su Zi’an’s voice was calm, not particularly loud, yet each word he spoke landed squarely in everyone’s ears, as if hammering directly on their hearts.

Rumors spread that an assassination had occurred in Shouchun City; Liu He died on the spot, and all the wine in Gongsun Yan’s stomach turned cold with sweat as he hurried into the barracks.

Not until noon did everyone gather, and the instructor finally arrived, as if it were all perfectly expected.

Even angrier than before, Xing Shijie’s actions seemed to have completely enraged the creature. No one knew if it understood, but everyone could clearly feel the murderous intent, even more violent than earlier.

But he suddenly became unrecognizable, the mind that used to predict the outcome from just the beginning of a story was gone—where did it go? Was it sucked away by some mysterious force? Had his intelligence declined?

Don’t think she didn’t know she’d waited at the courtyard gate all morning; with Xia’er’s stubborn head, there was no way she’d have stopped for a meal and then gone back to wait.

In the middle of the spacious room stood a sandalwood coffin, surrounded by tattered curtains. The wind whispered through, lending the place an unspeakable eeriness.

Zhen Long moved as if he had eyes on his back, perfectly blocking Gao Xiang’s attempt to interfere, reaching out his right foot and stopping the ball.

Before He Lei could speak, enthusiastic applause had already erupted, for these few were absolutely the giants of domestic economics.

Strolling through the tomb, he found only a single training chamber inside. The walls were covered in human-shaped drawings, seemingly depictions of various spells. The tomb’s owner was peculiar—there wasn’t a single written word.

“What’s this? Are none of you planning to eat?” Qin Xue glanced at the doorway, checking if anyone else was coming in.

Zhen Long followed the ambulance to the hospital. As soon as they arrived, Rosalia was carried into the emergency room. He lingered at the entrance, restless as an ant on a hot pan, pondering how to handle the situation.

The energy here could be collected once every month. If Liu Xiaoyu hadn’t been unable to find a sufficiently large and hidden spot, he wouldn’t have chosen this place.

At that moment, the sun was setting. Somewhere within the Azure Mist Sword Sect, the stream ran clear, fish darted about, the water transparent as a mirror. Above the stream, four or five hundred feet up, a clear pool served as the source of all living water.

“May the Empress Dowager enjoy peace and prosperity.” Feng Yufei, prompted by Eunuch Xu, knelt respectfully. The wicked old society—always making people kneel, how tiresome.

“Really?” Xu Yang asked skeptically, eyes darting back and forth over Li Tian, clearly unconvinced.

“Do you still remember what I said about the most dangerous place being the safest?” Bao asked Louis in return.

“Never mind this time, I know you’re happy to meet your old classmates, but drinking like that isn’t good for your health,” He Xinyue’s expression softened, showing a considerate side.