Lu Beichen saw how terrified Xia Wanwan was of Mu Ruo and couldn’t help but pull her behind him protectively.

At this moment, only two or three students remained on the sofa, and the fire in the fireplace flickered within the hearth, casting mottled, dancing shadows on the walls, resembling an ancient, mysterious painting.

The pear seemed to wriggle as if it were ticklish, chuckling and transforming into a green door handle. Theo grabbed the handle, pulling it open forcefully, and the group entered one by one.

The two chatted and laughed, enjoying themselves thoroughly. They not only admired the lights but also looked at the goods the nearby vendors were selling.

This worked perfectly for Lu Huaijin, who was delighted and kept Yu Hao’s gaze firmly fixed on him.

After being beaten up by Chen Shou just now, the man was somewhat fearful. Seeing him speak with such authority, he became flustered.

After all, she really wanted to secure this deal. If she could cater to their preferences, her chances of success might improve.

Zhousui felt a pang of guilt and shifted his gaze, wanting to signal Zhao Huan, but he couldn’t make eye contact, so he let it go for now.

Wade sat up from the bed, pulled out his wand, and gave it a wave, lighting the oil lamps in the dormitory, which quietly emitted a warm, orange glow.

He looked down to find the boy’s gray eyes gazing up at him earnestly. Although the boy said nothing, Mori knew that this child would remember his words, and would think deeply and learn from them.

"The strength of the Bright Jade Technique rivals that of the Five Elements Technique, especially enhancing the cultivation of Water Sun Qi," he said, recalling Donghuang Feiyu.

"Send out more of the young ones as runners," he commanded, "so that when the army regroups, we’ll have more people."

It was unclear how much time had passed, but gradually, Wen Yiming regained consciousness, slowly opening his eyes to see the ceiling above becoming clearer.

“When Xie Lanzi returns, I won’t have to come to the palace every day.” Xie Lingyu wiped the crumbs from Chu Yangyang’s mouth with a handkerchief. During breakfast, Yangyang had only eaten pastries and hadn’t noticed the crumbs on her mouth.

If a sniper battle breaks out, and the six mercenaries equipped with carbines and M203 attachments aren’t taken down immediately, they could even use grenades to destroy the heavy machine gun set up by the SWAT team.

Twenty necromancers raised their magic wands, gathering gray magical energy into them. Lin Zhen gave the signal through their mental link, and they cast the spell.

The scorching ground forced them to scream out loud in pain, and the old general braced himself on his greatsword to stay upright.

Within a ten-kilometer radius, all the armed rebels were stirred up, creating total chaos. Without a pre-arranged plan, the rebels would never have been able to ambush the “Wolf Smoke” helicopter unit in the jungle, let alone prepare a full stock of fourteen Stinger missiles.

But this was Number 9's plan, and she knew how important it was to him. She needed to ensure there were no mistakes, so she would oversee it personally.

He watched as the ordinary soybeans turned into soybean residue through grinding, filtering, and boiling.

He remembered Wang Yaxuan was quite poor, likely unable to scrape together a few thousand yuan, while a single bottle of alcohol at his bar cost tens of thousands.

Only a few high-level cultivators who mastered spatial rules could relocate items so seamlessly without leaving a trace.

The power of the Moro God Clan stemmed from a heart that functioned like a perpetual motion machine.

Old Lady Tang’s smile froze for a second, but her expression management was excellent; she didn’t show any displeasure on camera. She subtly blocked the camera again, wanting to continue talking about her closeness with Tang Niannian.

Each era only has one sun that rises, its height unchallengeable, its light and heat illuminating everything of that time.

The finals began with a packed house. The ten contestants placed their safes on their laps, and outside, strong winds blew as people passed by leisurely, sipping hot coffee and wrapped in scarves.

Lin Yi resembled a domineering CEO, giving Wang Yaxuan no time to refuse as he pushed her onto the Apollo.

Though the timing felt off, the determination of a working person drove him to open his eyes and turn off the alarm.

“Of course we can! Tomorrow at the usual spot!” Her voice cut off abruptly as I heard the sound of the door handle turning. I quickly powered off the phone, placed it back, and lay down on the bed in a flash.

“Boss, what should we do now?” Rana’s voice came through the phone. She was silent, clearly aware of the gravity of the situation.

Her health had greatly improved, and Lin Yixuan, worried she might get bored, brought along her favorite art books.

The moment they flew out, there was a tremendous bang, and the entire Jing Palace crumbled into rubble.

She didn’t want to die! She was still young, with so much of life left to enjoy. Even now, in this low point, Shen Qili held onto a strong desire to survive.

“Yes.” Seeing the hope in Long Shaoyan’s eyes, He Lanyao felt a slight pang of guilt and responded half-heartedly.

Wang Yue felt the cool sensation on his forehead, closed his eyes, and his mind grew calm, as still as water.

The scent of blood could easily attract the enemy’s attention. For now, this cover-up was much better.

“Yiyi, do you know what this behavior of yours is called?” Yuchi Lin spoke in his usual nonchalant manner.

Remembering past events in the countryside, she glanced at Shen Shian, still unconscious in his hospital bed, and nodded.

The man noticed Bai Zhan rushing at him, his eyes flashing with disdain as they turned icy blue, and a hidden power surged forth.

"Old Prince, if things continue this way, Yuan Yang Kingdom will eventually fall at the hands of the Emperor. You are an old minister, an elder prince. Surely, you have a way?” The Second Prince already sensed the doom awaiting their nation, knowing that following the Qin Dynasty’s path would lead to the same fate as the Xia Kingdom.

Zong Ze had made a name for himself in the Great Zhou, and his portraits had spread across the land. Businesses like Caiyun Pavilion and Kexian Residence paid special attention to these details.

Wu Rong, seething with rage, stepped down from the throne, delivering a harsh kick to the Crown Prince's head. This kick carried disappointment, heartache, and a deep sense of frustration with the prince's inadequacy.

Chao Cuo understood the daunting road ahead to curb the power of the feudal lords, but he was determined to see this monumental task completed in his time. Now that the emperor had approved, tomorrow's court decision would be little more than a formality.