"You’re just jealous of me—jealous that I’m cuter and prettier than you," Ji Meina said seriously.

"Harry is required to stay here every summer holiday, and you all must ensure that he isn’t troubled in any way—including verbal abuse or restricting his freedom."

Cola candy was five cents each, but it wasn’t always available. Only when Grandma gave an extra fifty cents in allowance could you buy ten at once and enjoy them to your heart’s content.

Everyone gathered around, silently observing the battle between the two, waiting to see who would emerge victorious.

The chubby Yang Tianzhen, feeling that the volume wasn’t loud enough, tried to use the remote to increase it, only to realize it was already at its maximum.

Jiang Chang’an explained the rules of chess to the elderly man, with the middle line, traditionally the "Chu River, Han Border," rebranded as "Human Tribe" and "Demon Tribe."

Dou Wei’s probing question went unanswered by Ge Changsheng, who simply raised his right hand and gestured with two fingers in front of him.

In the afternoon sunlight, with calm music playing, I vaguely remembered her sitting by the window in denim shorts, propping her head on her hand, gazing at something unknown. My head was also tilted, resting on my arm, as I silently looked at her. Unlike her, I knew that what I missed had always been her—and could only ever be her.

At the start of the battle between the Land of Water and the Land of Fire in the Land of Rivers, Ishikawa Rinka was dispatched to the front lines. She knew the leading figures in the frontline headquarters well; one of the elite fighters, Hida Ono, stood before her, making her feel cautious and respectful.

The ministers whispered among themselves, wondering about the vote. A show of hands? What would they be voting on? What was the Emperor planning? Everyone was left scratching their heads.

In the second-tier arena, after casting an ice spike spell, Hanaes’s assault hadn’t ended. The ice spike was merely a distraction; he now raised his right hand high, chanting with increasing fervor, clearly reaching the final moments of the incantation.

"Fatty!" Lin Kun tried to lift himself up, calling out weakly. Then, everything spun; with a crash like thunder, his eyes shut, and he collapsed back onto the bed.

Liu Jiayao emerged from his tent, mounted his horse, and saw the chaos in the camp. The enemy had broken through both sides and was charging directly toward him. His hastily assembled forces couldn’t hold them back.

The dirt table, initially seating thirteen, suddenly expanded half a meter in diameter, with four more stools added, making space for seventeen people to sit around it.

The engine of the police car behind emitted a low growl, like a beast taking a deep breath before attacking its target. Then, the car jolted forward, accelerating wildly.

With his order given, the frontline soldiers dared not delay. A few skilled squad leaders and seasoned soldiers exchanged glances and sprang into action.

Such a strange yet breathtaking sight lured even the lone wolf from his hiding place, where he sat with his gun, silently watching from about thirty meters away.

It couldn’t have been for warmth, as it was neither too hot nor too cold here; scaring away wild animals seemed even more ridiculous… but a fire?

At that moment, Lin Kun felt something warm and wet under his feet. When he looked down, he saw a layer of yellowish water covering the ground, warm to the touch and faintly smelling of sulfur. Upon closer inspection, he noticed the yellow water was bubbling up from a pipe in the wall corner.

Truth be told, seeing Liu Feiyang treat Qian Liang that way had already angered him, though he didn’t show it. A year ago, he would have had no complaints, but things were different now. Regardless of whether Liu Feiyang was in Huibei, the current status of his family meant he wouldn’t let anyone push him around.

Song Qingyun sighed. How many mothers aren’t hypocritical? She could only keep her worries for Doubao in her heart. The title of Crown Prince may sound prestigious, but it is soaked in the blood of countless others—a far cry from inheriting her medicinal mountains and workshops.

That day, the Imperial Grand Hotel was closed to the public; it wasn’t accepting any guests, not even those of noble blood.

Her thoughts, and that intangible longing, pulled her memories back to that desert night, back to the time he gave her his blood, back to the Loulan Secret Realm, where she had bitten his neck, drawing out the cold energy from his body.

Choking back sobs, Chu Yunyan felt a sense of reassurance upon hearing those words and immediately stopped crying.

In Mo Tian's view, such spiritual herbs should be plentiful and ideally spread throughout the Seven Spirit Valley, or they wouldn’t integrate well with the formation.

Madam Rong, caught off guard, received a slap and glared with bloodshot eyes. "How dare you hit me? Do you really think you’re the Young Marshal’s wife? Look at yourself—a ghastly sight, neither human nor ghost."

Overwhelmed with rage, Su Yu swung his fist at Song Shaoming’s face. Caught off guard, Song Shaoming let out a cry, stumbling back until he bumped into Li Weiwei.

Her spiritual power was at 5%, equivalent to a third-level martial artist, weaker than even the slightly trained servants. Her physique was unremarkable, with no special talents or attributes… in short, Liu Shi was almost an ordinary person.

There was a great war between the powerful Baotian Emperor and the Qingyi Tribe. The Green Emperor of the Qingyi Tribe perished, and nearly all of his people were killed or wounded.

Song Qingyun watched the man who had entered closely. His head was bowed, lost in thought, with stubble on his face and patched clothing. He was tall and thin, his face gaunt.

"Those young ones didn’t get that thing after all. Looks like I was overthinking it," the elder muttered with a sigh after Xiao Yan and Nalan Yanran had left.

"Zhou Rui, Zhou Hongtao, you two were also involved in the theft of the Black Flame Sword. However, given your young age and the fact that you weren’t the masterminds, you’ll serve six months in the Reflection Tower." Zhou Yuxian spoke dispassionately, clearly not expecting any information from Zhou Rui.

TL NOTE: Please don't skimp on the stars for the translation - I'd really like to see how far Leon goes and how far we can increase the number of chapters. Thanks~!

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