Chapter 48: Fits Only One

Thus, with gleaming swords and halberds and through a web of calculated schemes, Liu Kun instigated the Dowager Consort to meddle and disrupt the wedding between Li Jing and Tuoya, while orchestrating matters so that his own younger sister ascended to the throne of Princess Consort. Leveraging his marital ties with the Prince Jin's Estate, his official career soared to unprecedented heights.

"Good idea," another exclaimed excitedly, immediately ordering his subordinates to fetch water.

Seeing the two of them locked in such an irreconcilable and fiery dispute, the maidservants could no longer sit idly by and let things take their course. With tacit understanding, they split into two groups: one pulled An Youran away from the doorway back to the table to be seated, while the other stepped forward to block Han Erqi, whose face was ashen with rage, from leaving the room.

Afterward, he had no heart for work. Having dismissed Su Yan, he walked with heavy steps to the door of her room. The tightly sealed door left not the slightest gap. He gazed fixedly at it, as if trying to pierce through the wood to hold her in his embrace.

Liu Mu had originally intended to stay in Xinjin Port for a few more days to oversee the work progress of Xie Jiunian and the other two.

As pure white radiance flickered and enveloped him, the wrinkled face and withered body of the middle-aged man suddenly seemed like withered wood meeting spring, transforming into youth and vigor.

Ling Xi smiled, took his hand off the door handle, returned to her side, and pulling her into his embrace, wrapped his arms around her.

Qianqian pressed a hand against her waist, gritting her teeth with a painful expression. "Fine then." It was her own impatience that caused her injury; she blamed no one else and only faulted her own lack of natural talent. Yet this Latin dance was truly too difficult to learn, and with only a little over a week left, she suddenly lost all confidence.

When they parted moments later, he was practically in a daze. Covering his lips with his hand, his eyes widened in utter disbelief. That had been his first kiss, and Ye Zhiyuan's tongue still seemed to be lingering in his mouth, leaving behind a burning sensation.

For instance, her White Tiger was an inheritor of earth-type magic, capable of summoning earth walls and shields to defend against external enemies.

Xue'er had said back then, "You want me to bear all your sins and die—it's not impossible, but my parents' blood debts have yet to be avenged. If I bear all your sins and die for you, can you avenge my parents for me?"

Hearing this, the expressions of the four figures opposite changed drastically. One of them, a Daoist priest of about forty with a pair of thin mustaches, spoke up: "I never expected that Xifeng, the foremost of the four guardians of the Listening Snow Hall, would be reduced to nothing more than cursing when facing death."

When the fire had burned to a sufficient degree, they would immediately notify people to come and extinguish it, keeping the blaze entirely under control.

After all, it was just a joke, and playing the contrarian held little meaning. The netizens interacting continuously online were merely messing around and no one took it seriously.

By this point, Li Shaojie could genuinely feel that standing behind him was a powerful backing.

The elves wore half-transparent armor that matched their flesh, and their eyes gleamed with a striking cyan light.

This was a space military exercise on an unprecedented scale. Through this exercise, the Warfare Commission hoped to push the combat limits of the Venus-class spacecraft formations to the absolute edge of combat reality, master the utilization of such advanced equipment, and successfully complete their training objectives.

At the request of "Noisy Lord," the contract was converted into a digital document and signed via fax.

The stench of scorched corpses permeated the air, impossible to wash away even by the rain; it far surpassed the foul odors of garbage dumps and sewers, suffocatingly intense.

Liu Chan nodded with satisfaction, telling Qin Mi that with the emergence of many new institutions under the New Deal, the Ministry of Rites must adapt to these changes. Qin Mi complied respectfully.

Father Zhong recounted in a steady voice, "By the time I married for the second time, I was thirty years old. Perhaps karma truly exists in this world; the one who caused the divorce this time was not me, but her. Tragically, she contracted the exact same heart disease as I did."

For some reason, the monsters let out an eerie, sinister laughter. We thought this must be the most terrifying scene of all, but what happened next was even more horrifying.

Observing their demeanor, Feng Zhantian was convinced that the psychological defenses of many people had already begun to collapse at this moment! If this battle continued to be fought, there was simply no hope of victory.

With so many people trying to persuade Chen Anni, she could only sigh—what else could she do? The stubborn girl was hell-bent on marrying, and since the raw rice had already been cooked into a finished meal, she alone could not turn the tide.

The eldest young master of the Tang family had long intended to leave, and seeing Yuan Hua retreat, he too prepared to make his escape.

Lee Ji-eun raised the height suggested by the opposing team, instantly causing Haha to wear a look of eager anticipation and delight as he nodded vigorously. However, the members of his own team strongly disagreed.

It was unclear how Zheng Yun-jung had spoken to Park Ji-ho, but five minutes later, Park Ji-ho walked back to the side of Zheng Soo-jung with a smile as if nothing had happened, continuing the filming.

"How can there be such a vast number of bloody coffins?" Ying Ba couldn't help but be startled at the sight, his expression tinged with terror.

Seeing this, Beiming Heng's heart sank, and he thought to himself: It's over. The Black Dragon is resorting to his old trick again; he intends to use the lives of the entire city to coerce Wang Yan. It seems that this time, all our previous efforts will be wasted once more.

Yet when she went to sleep last night, all her clothes had been removed. As Zhang Xiulan sat up, the quilt slipped down, startling her into hurriedly pulling it back over herself. Fortunately, the mosquito net blocked the view, shielding at least some of the alluring sight.

After spending several more years abroad experiencing blood and fire, he finally founded the existence that struck fear into the hearts of countless people: the Heavenly Saint Palace.

He truly never expected that while his territory was practically invincible, he would die without even catching a glimpse of the enemy's face.

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