Lu Yushan gave an apologetic smile; they had agreed that Ding Lan would only do a brief favor by helping sell clothes, yet here she was, still working with them this late.

Looking at these interviews, someone who didn’t know better might think he was being interviewed as a fan of Ye Luo.

In Atlético Madrid’s scenario of winning by two goals, various situations could arise. A 2-0 or 3-1 score would mean they outperformed Málaga, but a 4-2 or 5-3 score would actually favor Málaga due to their advantage in away goals.

Yu Yaoyang nearly lost his temper when he heard the old man say that Rutang was destined to have a short life. He stood up, ready to shout, but Rutang, having anticipated this, quickly covered his mouth.

In the pitch-black night, most families in the city were already asleep, and only the occasional barking of a few distant dogs could be heard.

Relieved to hear their wife would be alright, the two men visibly relaxed. "Sorry for the trouble," Yang Hao said as he set his things down, ready to leave.

Although only a few people had heard these two songs, a good work would never stay buried. It was sure to become popular.

Unable to persuade Lu Yushan otherwise, Li Xuexiang reluctantly returned to live with Zhu Ling each night, spending her days working here.

Finally, the image settled on a building, showing a man with short-cropped hair, a bulletproof vest, deep-set eyes, a hooked nose, and a sinister gaze—a Caucasian man.

After scoring, Drogba was beside himself with excitement as Chelsea players celebrated wildly, despite the boos raining down on them at the Rose Garden Stadium.

"I can answer that question for you, but I have a condition," Li Nianteng’s spirit suddenly intoned.

Meanwhile, outside, a red glow on Naruto's body was undergoing a series of changes—at times shining brightly, then dimming, sometimes seeming to merge into his body, then looking ready to fly away—impossible to predict.

"If we weren’t so short-staffed, I’d never want to arm the survivors," the tank commander said with a hint of resignation.

Suddenly, a wooden crate dropped from above the scorpion’s head, landing heavily between the scorpion and Big White, shattering on impact, scattering wood splinters and cotton everywhere.

Even though Gu Xisheng hadn’t been active in the martial world for a long time, he still had a sharp sense for unusual presences.

"Of course not; my consulting business is all within the country," Chu Ming thought to himself, wondering if Bai Ting was truly so straightforward and whether Zhou Jinshi was aware.

“There’s bread in the car. Go wait for me there,” Jiang Shuai said, tossing the car keys to Lian Yifan.

On the twentieth, Fengzhou’s defense commander, Shi Feng, led the entire prefecture in surrender. Baoyuan was delighted, warmly welcoming the defeated general and reorganizing the surrendered troops.

“Second Squad, cover the formation! Twelfth Squad, advance in a fan-shaped formation!” Zhu Ziming ordered.

“So, this is my little brother? The old man’s grandson? Looks like a little monkey,” Ace sneered as he walked to the bed and pinched the baby’s cheek, causing it to cry loudly.

"I actually have an idea. Just call someone you know and ask them to bring a mirror," Meng’er suggested suddenly.

Zhou Ziyan pondered, deciding not to ask why Xu Lili didn’t notify him before the routine meeting or why she didn’t even give him a simple heads-up. He merely asked briefly where Zhu Hongyan had gone.

“Heh, I really didn’t expect to see you today. It seems we’re destined to meet,” Elder Gu said with a half-smile.

Although Jiang Xueyan had come, her situation differed from Zhu Hongyan's and others like her. To Southeast, visiting Jiang Xueyan and lending her money stemmed from respect and care for her as a friend.

The Caribbean pirates’ arrogance had given me an additional advantage in these waters.

“I want to talk to you. Shall we go somewhere and sit down?” Han Jia asked Xia Qi, glancing at the flowers lying quietly in the corner.

Upon returning to the courtyard, Zhao Fei and Zhao Yun noticed that neither Zhao Hu nor Madam Li were around; only Duo’er was playing alone in the yard.

A loud tremor sounded from the center of the ruins, accompanied by haunting wails. This time, the shaking was even more intense, and half of the already dilapidated ruins collapsed further, yet no dust rose into the air.

Hearing Zuo Ci’s words, Liu Bei felt somewhat reassured, though he was still nervous. After all, Li Zhe's battles were usually swift, even against the natural defenses of Xichuan.

He had overheard Li Tianhao mention that Hua Mantian had two Grandmaster-level warriors with him. When two Grandmasters joined forces, their power wasn’t simply additive.

These things may seem fantastical to ordinary people, but in the martial arts world, they were considered entirely normal.

“Ah!” Ori let out a startled cry, jumping behind her brother and clutching his leg, trembling with fear.

Reaching out, she lifted the blanket, slipped her warm, soft body under it, straddled him, and lay on top of him, her chest brushing against Xia Yi’s broad torso through the thin fabric.

Meng Qi couldn’t help but wonder if this gatekeeper was a real guard or if he was actually a Jinyiwei officer stationed there. He was surprised that Lu Zhang would be alarmed by the royal tombs incident—it made sense, but did Lu Zhang also know about the rumors of the “former imperial advisor” resurfacing?

“Boss, we’ve bought out all the shares of those eager to cash out and forced them out of the company,” Dongfeng’s voice reported.

The mountain was so vast that it would require a force of several hundred men to secure it. While the authorities had that capability, this barren land had nothing desirable, and no soldier wanted to endure the hardships of this assignment.

A spatial rift appeared where Hu Ao’s finger had traced, and he quickly slipped through it.