A hint of seriousness appeared in Di Beichen's eyes. They hadn't been at the Soul-Devouring Mines for long, and there were still many things they didn't fully understand.

Mei Yang nodded, her voice turning slightly dry as she looked at the King of Ghosts and said firmly, "Rest assured, we will fulfill the task you've entrusted to us." With those words, she reached out to tug on Feng Ji’s sleeve, and together, they stepped onto the array leading to Yuyao Mountain.

Baili Hongzhuang looked at Di Beichen with confusion. This wasn't the Tiangang Sect, so Di Beichen couldn't undo the barrier. How were they supposed to enter?

That day, Ye Weiyan was dining with Consort Liang when officials from the Ministry of Works hurriedly reported an urgent matter; it turned out there was an issue with a design. Ye Weiyan naturally engaged in a brief discussion with them, and even Consort Liang helpfully offered some suggestions.

Now, taking advantage of the opportunity created by Huo Mo’s complaint in front of Yasiqi, she saw a chance to clarify matters with him. Would he perhaps no longer refuse her request to meet?

The sounds of slaughter, cries of agony, clashing metal, and the flow of blood on the desert sands were like a sea of blood.

As they advanced, every cultivator they encountered was smiling, their joy impossible to contain.

Later, David West and Ginobili teamed up to score six points, but Barnes and Draymond Green hit three-pointers in response, keeping the Warriors firmly in control over the Spurs.

Upon hearing her words, Mori's expression finally softened a bit. Glancing instinctively at Kuri, who remained silent, he surmised that this was indeed Kuri's intention.

Seeing that Lu Xiaoxiao was no longer upset, Wuyan felt relieved and said, “I’m merely an energy form—no sensations, no emotions, no pain. All my feelings and perceptions come from Nangong Jin. Only if he’s happy do I feel joy; only the sensations he experiences when kissing you do I understand.”

At exactly 7 PM, the Hua Qian Hotel was ablaze with lights. Numerous attendants stood by the entrance, and a long red carpet stretched from inside the hotel to the outside.

This time, the security guard was polite, no longer daring to trouble Yang Hao for parking incorrectly, and respectfully watched him leave.

“So what if I hit you? I’ll hit you again!” Zhang Le finished saying and continued, slapping Zheng Baiyan's face repeatedly. Within minutes, Zheng’s face was swollen like a pig's head.

Through his precise control, all six titles were upgraded to advanced, earning him 6,000 game coins.

"By the way, do you think we can trust what the rice noodle shop owner said?" Lin Yuan asked ambiguously, and from her expression, I could tell she was testing me.

Noticing Zhang Yue becoming more enthusiastic, Su Li could sense that the relationship between Lu Qi and Lu Zimin was entirely broken. It was hard to tell when they might reconcile, though it seemed unlikely.

Other than that, Su Li didn’t overthink things; she only hoped Zhang Zi Yue wouldn’t do anything she’d regret.

"Enduring the Three Tribulations? Lei’er, you’ve never mentioned this to Father. What exactly is going on?" Beiming Lei asked, looking anxiously at Beiming Zheng.

But how did the Regent know she would survive to enter the Regent’s residence? The original owner didn’t know martial arts—could he somehow know that she had transmigrated?

The outer world seemed to forget the departure of the buses and passengers, likely due to some strange rule.

The crowd erupted into cheers for the Mo Yun Sect disciples, while the others looked dejected, hardly able to believe what had happened.

If it weren’t for her stepmother's scheme that sent her to a distant manor at twelve, she might have suffered even more.

If he hadn’t noticed, it wouldn’t matter, but now that he had, he couldn’t possibly ignore such a thing happening right before his eyes.

Yunmeng was an esteemed alchemist, with a status so high that even the dean treated her with kindness. Compared to her, he, a mere martial master, was insignificant.

Shen Jiu’an understood instantly, recalling that this man had appeared in her dreams before—the one who shielded her, afraid she’d get hurt. Suddenly, she realized her cheeks were wet and only then noticed she’d been crying.

Lu Feibai, being strictly professional, wouldn’t have responded at all if it weren’t for Yao Qingqing's bullying of Yao Zixin.

Yu Ziyou’s eye-catching gesture didn’t go unnoticed; it disgusted him, even more than the effeminate types he’d encountered in his past life.

Of course, the major sects wouldn’t send their most talented disciples to Six Gates, so it was no surprise that Zhuge Shenhou took Yu Ziyou’s tactful words as fact.

Tang Yilian immediately opened her phone, seeing a short message from Zhao Sinian telling her to leave the next day, and that all her funds had been frozen.

Since he had come this far, I needed to explain everything from back then once and for all.

When Zhang Jing spoke, everyone immediately made way for him, staring at him intently.

"This has nothing to do with you. Just focus on your own business." After hearing Qi Li’s words, Lu Keran’s expression darkened even further.

The Lingyun Group was as powerful as the Tang Group, both massive entities in the Central Plains, their influence unimaginable to the average person.

After losing face last time, Ling Feng couldn’t accept it. This time, he not only wanted to kill the White Fox but also Lin Jianlu.

On the other end of the call, Xia Yatong reminded Mu Yichen, knowing how busy he was, to prioritize the essential matters.

Lu Zhenming draped his long arm over the back of the couch, almost encircling her with a sense of possession.

Jiang Zhengping used to be the boss of the workplace, decisive in everything he did, and even in his spare time, he’d read the newspaper to stay informed. His capable appearance was evident to everyone.

They constantly reminded me of my childish behavior, saying it embarrassed them in front of the family.

“Is that okay?” Peng Li’s eyes brightened immediately upon hearing this. On the return journey, he’d seen the bustling sights of the capital from the carriage, starkly different from the desolation at the border.

Suddenly, loud laughter echoed, and Yun Feng furrowed his brows as a gust of wind blew past. The next moment, the hearty laughter fell into his ears.

"Weiyuan, it's about time." Sitting at the back, Major General Ali frowned and spoke in a low voice.

"Croak, croak, croak~!" Dong Zhanyun heard a loud noise as the large yellow toad began taunting some distant creature! Looking closer, Dong Zhanyun noticed several colorful spider legs between the toad's front and back legs.