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Quanshun was quite sharp. Although he hadn't been to the scene himself, he had managed to gather quite a bit of information while escorting the doctor. The moment his master asked, he spilled everything he knew like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.

At thirteen, besides the satisfaction of being together, would they crave any more pleasure? Perhaps, but they didn't know much more. Even scenes like kissing, which often appeared in television dramas, were not something they thought to attempt; they did not know why.

Xiang Hai and Lin Yilan handed their drawing to the shop assistant, who promised that the embroiderer would finish the work within a week. They would mail the finished piece to the customer, with a ten percent compensation if it were late.

Although the Fan Kingdom placed restrictions on officials engaging in business, they were not particularly severe. Most importantly, all of this was perfectly legal. Yue Darong was using her own money to establish the company, which was reasonable and fair; as long as she did not break the law, Feng Yuancai had nothing to say.

However, with the Seven Peaks and Thirteen Cliffs of Brightness Peak, Xia Kai had only practiced a tiny bit of martial arts; how could he easily climb the mountain? Therefore, after merely imagining it, Xia Kai decided to head east to the Central Plains to find a good job and earn a living first.

Old Yang's face turned a shade of green upon hearing the name Lin Yilan, and his gaze toward Xiang Hai was filled with disdain.

He had expected those people to strike at the same time as the Fengzhen Sect members, but to his surprise, they did not show themselves.

Returning to the Heavenly Court, in the Hall of True Realization, the immortals took their seats at will. Only Emperor Weiyang and the high immortals gathered together, their seats arranged in the center of the grand hall.

Thus, everyone began to prepare the materials in their hands in an orderly and meticulous manner.

Emperor Xiaocheng had a headache from their noise. With such a chaotic uproar, where was any semblance of high-ranking court officials?

Xia's parents were sentenced to fifteen years in prison, and all assets were returned to Xia Chuhe. When the husband of Xia Qiuxin saw that the Xia family had collapsed, he fled with the family's cash the very next day and was never heard from again. Xia Qiuxin was also a ruthless person; she changed her name and left.

The fake emperor, seeing the Eighth Prince walking out of the bedchamber, had already lost his composure, but at this point, he had no way out.

Feng Jingshui smiled slightly and took the stone from her hand. With a powerful squeeze of his slender, white fingers, the solid rock was crushed. The part in his palm was turned into sand, spilling out from between his fingers.

Mo Lin looked at him helplessly. Sometimes the young master was too fixated; in reality, three years could change so much, yet only he remained stuck in the past, refusing to leave.

No matter what Ning Bao said, Lu Moxi no longer paid her any mind. In the end, Ning Bao called Lu Moxi’s mother.

Cang Ling’s expression remained unchanged. He gathered a stream of ice-blue magic at his fingertips and launched an attack toward Tianji.

In this life, he already carried too many heavy burdens in his heart; she did not want him to add even a single iota more because of her.

For a moment, she could not fathom Xia Weiai's intentions; perhaps she was simply acting against her... What was chilling was that Tong Yang was wholeheartedly on her side, and even though she held many shares, Tong Yang held just as many.

It was afternoon by the time Ziyao returned to the base and found the time to send the car to the repair shop, notifying them to send the repair bill to Zhao Ziqian of the Beijing Criminal Police Brigade. The few men finished tidying up the car and exchanged glances.

He no longer knew how to express the emotions in his heart. He reached out and pressed her firmly into his arms, holding her quietly, kissing her hair, feeling her breath, and then lifting her face to kiss her lips deeply—a kiss that poured out all the tenderness of a lifetime.

After all, ever since Ding Zhu woke up, she realized she was not wearing her original clothes, but something resembling a sack. It could be said that she was currently wearing nothing at all.

How could Ginkgo, with her clever heart, fail to hear the jealousy in Cuiliu's words? Unwilling to tangle with her, she quickly found an excuse to slip away, thinking to herself that she would have to mention this to the Old Madam later.

Along the way, she had already seen more than seven corpses; there were certainly more in the places she had not yet reached, and undoubtedly more people were dying continuously.

Fortunately, the person Chu Cheng found was a member of the Alliance, and he knew a lot about the situations others had described.

As long as one believed Queen Mary’s words, it was equivalent to admitting her mockery—that those wavering fence-sitters were foolish humans.

In the hall after Wu Lingzhu had left, the remaining people looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

It was said that the Eastern Emperor did not want to be constrained by the Great Dao, so he had to find a way to strengthen his true spirit to break free. As for transcending the Great Dao? The Eastern Emperor did not have that ambition yet; after all, it was still too early, and plans could never keep up with changes! The Eastern Emperor was just afraid that the Great Dao might suddenly suffer a "power outage," which would be utterly depressing.

Yuan Mo teased, "Your Majesty, whenever you encounter trouble, you write to the Empress to complain, even asking for money, grain, and people."

Hand grenades exploded in succession. Lin Shengxi dodged one. He had now reached the other side of a large rock and quickly aimed his muzzle toward the side of a green palm tree.

The result was as one might imagine: these strange, intelligent creatures could finally express their joy.

Recently, the boss's condition had become very serious, his temper was getting worse, and his suspicions were deepening. A single wrong word could lead to execution. This was no empty threat; in the last few months, no fewer than seventy people had died by the boss's judgment.

Seeing Miyano Shiho nodding excitedly, he picked up the dagger again and, to her disbelieving eyes, thrust it straight into his own throat, collapsing to the ground.

Wang Yinfang was not good at much, but she was quite agile with a sewing machine. The stitches were very straight, contrary to Li Wanyue’s expectation that they would look like crawling earthworms.

Now that he had decided to cooperate with Nangong Qing, they naturally had to meet to build trust. Once, twice, but not a third time; if he dragged it out any longer, Nangong Qing’s patience would likely be completely exhausted.