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Just as Bulgaria prepared to take matters into its own hands, tired of waiting for news from Austria-Hungary, Romania also began mobilizing its troops under the guise of military maneuvers.

Meanwhile, the Qiu family, who had previously been indifferent to Xiao Wange’s marriage, suddenly stepped in to mediate, eventually persuading the Third Master Xiao to agree to the union.

Qin Hong was silent. A Wan was right; the officials in Jiande County were targeting him. For Qin Hong, these obstacles were manageable given time, but time was precisely what he lacked most.

That night, a shrill, piercing scream jolted everyone in the Yufu Palace from their sleep.

Before returning, her understanding of the siblings before her went no further than having been their homeroom teacher; there had been no other connection between them.

Xie Zhi retorted, "I brought so many personal guards, how can you call that coming out alone?" Seeing the look of disapproval on Qin Hong’s face, she tilted her head and added, "I don't want you to be too exhausted, and this is a rare opportunity." If the Empress Dowager were allowed to return to the capital, all their previous efforts would have been in vain.

Yellow sand surged frantically from the gourd on his back, transforming into a cloud of sand that swarmed toward Hiruko like a dense plague of locusts, wave after wave.

Hiruko opened its mouth, instantly spraying a barrage of poison-tipped needles like a torrential rain of flowers, enveloping the swarming poisonous snakes in an instant.

Take the lucky draw system, for example. Initially, with only seven or eight "goody points" a day, it took over ten days to draw once. Now, with 30 points a day, he could draw every three days or so, which greatly increased his sense of happiness.

He finally realized something was wrong, so he drove Meili out, only to be caught by the fire department and sent back home.

The Five Wanderers also looked toward Yang Xiao; it was clear they had heard his shout and mistakenly assumed that Xu Shutao and Yang Xiao were acquainted.

Wei Xin'er had no resistance to him whatsoever. She found herself drawn toward him, walking to his side and looking at him with deep affection.

On the entire list, the Emperor had inscribed over a hundred names, but only Chu Yi could stand shoulder to shoulder with Zhu Houzhao.

Mo Yan braced his sturdy body, standing before Xiao Chen to block the violent storm of sword energy.

When the Ancestor Qingyi awoke, he was surprised to find that the mystical ice within his body had been completely purged, though he had also sustained heavy injuries. He lied to the sect leader, claiming that someone had come to the Sword Tomb and struck him down. The sect leader, unaware of the mysteries of the Sea of Blood, believed him.

It seemed that the strange coexistence of demons and Buddhas on this continent must have been influenced by this fallen entity before them.

Amidst the mountain debris, Odin spat out a mouthful of blood. He clutched his side, a look of profound sorrow in his eyes.

Qiu Ze snorted and looked toward Dao Chen Zhenren. To his surprise, Zi Cheng stood behind Dao Chen with a cold, stern expression.

In the room next door, Lu Zihan, who had just returned from the UK, was preparing to lie down for a rest when a call from his unreliable friend came through.

"If you could spare even a fraction of that good mood for the CEO, we might actually have an easier life."

"How many years has it been since we slept like this?" Pei Yueyue said with a smile, linking her arm with Gu Lian’s. In the darkness, Gu Lian could smell the faint fragrance of her hair, her soft, warm body pressed against her without a hint of guardedness.

Finally, Li Zelü felt awkward and turned away, no longer looking at Feng Xinci. Feng Xinci shrugged, opened her laptop, and began typing with her head bowed.

Ling Jing smiled faintly, closed his eyes, and drifted into a deep sleep. Never before had he slept so peacefully.

Therefore, when this call came directly from Ren Liang—delivered in such a soft, sweet, and gentle tone, entirely devoid of hostility—Gu Lian couldn't help but wonder if she was hallucinating.

Ouyang Feng followed behind Zhao Fuxin. The two remained silent throughout the journey. Upon reaching the entrance of the Lingchou Workshop mentioned by A-Mei, Zhao Fuxin hesitated for a long time before finally telling Ouyang Feng to go inside.

Seeing her mother’s red, swollen eyes, Zhao Fuxin knew she had stayed up all night waiting for him to return home. Overcome by self-reproach and guilt, he sank to his knees.

Regarding the film and television department, it was clear that Gu Lian held high expectations for him. She analyzed the possibility and prospects of his transition from a supporting role to a lead, and even mapped out a brief path for him to reach the big screen—naturally, much of it was tied to the conditions of signing with a major agency.

After placing bets, the second round would deal three community cards directly. Following a round of betting, if no winner was decided, a third round of dealing would occur. If it remained a tie, the final round would begin, totaling seven cards.

It had been four days since Old Mr. Chen’s birthday banquet, and it happened to be Friday, the day of the Song family’s routine executive meeting to review the successes and failures of each department.

Compared to the Yaksha, who had saved lives in the past, there was little confidence in leading the mischief-prone Poseidon. It was a logical conclusion; these guys made it very hard for anyone to place much faith in them. They had brought it upon themselves.

The crates filled with firearms were opened one by one amidst the old man’s rambling. The murderous black hue of the weapons was a destiny they could never change; their sole purpose for existing was to take lives.