Chapter 49: Ice Jelly Amazingly Turns the Tables

"It actually looks quite nice."
Like a transparent little dumpling, it made one want to pick it up and give it a squeeze; it would surely be very stress-relieving.
Old Uncle Li praised.
Although this thing didn't look like much to eat, with Lu Wu's affirmation, Old Uncle Li regained his confidence.
Old Uncle Li continued to wait, while Lu Wu cut the jelly into uniform little blocks.
When the container shook, the pieces of jelly collided with each other, their bouncy appearance officially catching Old Uncle Li's attention.

The restaurant where Ravi worked was called Tongxin Restaurant, famous for its morning dim sum. Prince Qing had been there once and thought the pastries were quite good, so he decided to bring Mao Leyan to try them.

In their minds, Ant should have been a commanding and fiercely imposing general, so how could he be such a frail loser who looked like a single puff of wind could blow him over?

What Qin Ling said was probably true; that Yu Yao had always been deeply devoted to him, and now that she had finally managed to be with him, naturally she wouldn't do anything to him.

Since the system gave this prompt, there must be a reason behind it. Up to now, the system hadn't given him any bad hints.

"Then, can someone be ordered to investigate the cause of Liu Hong's death?" Mao Leyan always felt that letting Liu Fang and Cao Wanzhen face legal punishment was the most perfect ending.

Su Nian remembered the conspiracy she had overheard on the mountain earlier and couldn't help pricking up her ears, wanting to hear Wang Huan's opinion.

Li Shenghua followed his beloved wife, walking outward while deep in thought—where exactly had things gone wrong? General Tani Hisao's arrogance, cunning, and shameless denial were one aspect; on the other hand, his mentor's abnormal behavior was also very suspicious.

Long Jinyu was here? Helan Yao felt a burst of joy. She was just racking her brains over how to bring Long Haoran and Long Jinyu together; she hadn't expected today's timing to be so perfect.

On the evening of the seventh day of the first lunar month, she packed her things and prepared to leave, only to hear the housekeeper report that someone from the Empress's palace had arrived and wished to see Mao Leyan.

...The sound of Thymol Blue's voice had just faded when Helan Yao was seen walking out of the basement. Her face was full of vigor and radiance, bearing no trace of the suffering of imprisonment.

"Yang Chen, leader of the Shadow-Slaying Puppet Mercenary Corps?" Two seconds later, Jiang Nan slowly regained consciousness and found himself reduced to Yang Chen's prisoner. While feeling a sense of lament, he also had to admire Yang Chen's unfathomable combat skills. Calming himself slightly, he opened his mouth to ask.

"These are all illusions condensed from yellow sand by them. The Golden Scale Clan cannot possibly produce so many formidable fighters all at once; among these, only a few must be real!" Seeing that Xia Tian's attack had yielded no results, Yun Feng couldn't help speaking in a low voice.

Unable to withstand the powerful force, she staggered back a few steps, her foot stepping on her skirt, and fell to the ground with a thud.

At dusk, it was growing increasingly cold, and the thin quilt made it truly unbearable for Hao Cang.

"You! What do you want to do!" Zhou Feng's terrifying aura made the sergeant feel afraid. Zhou Feng slowly closed in on him while the sergeant retreated step by step. In his heart, he was genuinely terrified and worried whether this murderer in front of him would really do him harm.

Upon seeing Li Minghua walking out like a prince on a white horse, Wang Zijing's eyes sparkled with adoration, completely ignoring Zhang Lin.

"Very well, as long as it is within my power, I will certainly help you whenever you are in need." The Heavenly Sword Demonic Monarch wore a joyful expression.

Of course, it was precisely because Long Meng knew that was not the God Emperor Wumu that she had indulged in such wild, wishful thinking. Long Meng clearly remembered what the God Emperor Langu had secretly told her.

"Since you knew I wouldn't harm you, why did you still force me to remove the soul imprint?" Long Meng asked.

A chessboard manifested in the void, gradually expanding until it became a huge board drifting above the empty space.

Because the junglers on both sides were practically "non-existent," they basically didn't need to worry about the appearance of the enemy jungler during laning phase; after all, the jungle role required a sufficient amount of experience.