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Bai Yu immediately felt a spark of competitiveness. At first, he only participated in the show, but then it became unstoppable.
The deeper they went, the dimmer the lights became. By the time they reached level minus nine, the lighting was almost gloomy, yet the scene inside was still clearly visible.
Pinyi swiftly retracted the imperial edict marked with the tribe’s insignia and knelt down sharply, knocking his knees on the ground. “Your servant pays respects to Madam Xu and greets Young Madam Xu.” A chill ran through his heart; he had always believed he would never make a mistake.
Duanmu Deshu withdrew her fingers from the zither. No matter how many times she practiced, even if her technique was perfect, she still couldn’t evoke the true essence that Zizhi had infused into the instrument’s sound.
Her feelings toward Lian Zimo were unclear even to herself. She neither wished to confront nor to release them, so she chose to avoid it.
Heaven knows how devastated she was when the lawyer placed that divorce agreement before her. She only learned about it that morning from the internet and newspapers. She never imagined that overnight she would become the target of public condemnation and scorn.
In her previous life, Gu Qing spent almost half her life devoted to medicine to treat Panpan’s illness. Though Panpan was never cured, her medical skills were honed to perfection.
Aunt Yun was frightened and deeply regretted letting them enter the house, but she could only helplessly wait for Chang Geng and the others to return.
She ordered Li Chaogu to take action. Li Chaogu agreed readily but did nothing at first. When he finally moved, not only did Gu Qing avoid being burned alive, but she was also caught off guard.
Lin Feng’s words were meant to dispel the other party’s worries. He knew the reason they had come to find him in his room was simply because his sister’s illness could no longer be delayed.
It could be said that all expenses for this department were paid out of Du Jia’s pocket, while those receiving aid were offered services free of charge.
“But it was my oversight. We should have bought you a scarf on the way,” Ming Yeqing frowned.
“I don’t know where he got the luck to obtain this tomb palace key. But if you can’t keep it, what use is it?”
Qin Xiu roared, twisting his neck awkwardly. His trembling fingers curled into claw-like shapes as he grabbed Su Ruoshi’s hair and dragged her forward.

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His deeds had been widely publicized, and in people’s hearts, he was a divine figure.
They already had an idea: since these two were not handling the Planning Department director’s business, they could easily be pried away.
“Wei Lao said, whatever I do, he’ll fund it. You go ahead and do as you please,” Qin Ping imitated Director Lin’s tone.
The industries involved covered every aspect: real estate, internet, various physical businesses, and technology companies.
After dinner, Shen Jingyi accompanied Du Jia to watch some television, seemingly waiting to see if he would invite her to stay, but Du Jia showed no such intention.
With Wang Yu’s capabilities, venturing to Qingdi Pass was a near-suicide mission; this punishment was extremely severe.
Before he could finish speaking, Leng Dianchen stood up, disregarding Mo Qianning, who was still frozen in place, and turned to go upstairs.
The elderly man playing chess with Father Xu didn’t care; he was about to lose and would not tolerate any disturbance. He quickly shook his head and waved his hand, scattering the chess pieces.
Drawing aside the heavy curtains, a series of understated yet luxurious dresses were instantly revealed before the two.
“Qiao Anming…” Du Ruo couldn’t help but call out, her voice trembling with hope, but the only response was the sound of rain outside the window.
Su Nan’s expression grew even more unnatural. The first image that came to his mind was Misaka Mikoto, the “Railgun,” dressed in leggings.
When Wang Changlong said this, the driver dared not speak further. He shifted the gear to first and slowly coasted to a stop in front of a barbershop that had already closed, about 200 meters from the lamb restaurant. After parking, Wang Changlong rolled down the window slightly and fixed his gaze on the entrance to the lamb restaurant in the distance.
That night, after returning home, I took the initiative to tell them about my hospital visit. I feared that Chen Jie would speak first and exaggerate the story; I didn’t want a misunderstanding with Ye Hansheng over something fabricated.
That afternoon, a Toyota SUV stopped in front of Erwei Barbecue Shop in Heishan Town. A middle-aged man with closely cropped hair stepped out, clutching a handbag, and strode into the barbecue shop.

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At this moment, Su Nan sat on the edge of the rooftop of Building Four at school. Holding a cigarette in one hand, he gazed at the sky with a face full of sorrow.
“Brother Feng!” Yun Yu shouted fiercely outside the door, pounding the private room’s door with her fists. However, the door was forged from refined black iron and was not easily broken open by Yun Yu’s blows.
After speaking, his body was once again engulfed in countless flames. Just as he finished, a gale swept through the forest. Yan Bin felt a flash before his eyes, and when he looked again, his opponent had transformed into a massive blaze rushing toward him.
Fairy? Divine beast? Luo Yun’s expression flickered as he glanced at the plaque, smiling wickedly. Had there been progress just as he said there wasn’t?
“I’m reading the character. Just tell me my profession,” Emily immediately wrote a single character. Divination phrases were mostly scripted and memorized; character reading tested one’s immediate ability.
Fan Er cheered. Once placed at the table, he eagerly sat down, pierced a coral fruit with his nail, let the juice drip, then squinted as he ate the red fish soaked in the coral juice. His adorable look made Feng Lie want to swallow him whole.
Liu Chen nodded. Having just stepped into the Divine Path realm, he needed time to stabilize his cultivation. But now, he had no time. He was eager to return to the Purple Emperor Sect to see what had happened.
Though they harbored the urge to kill Zhao Long, as core members of the society, they had to consider all aspects for the leadership and the organization.
“I wonder where our Purple Emperor Sect’s Sky-Rending Divine Sword ranks on the Ten Thousand Artifacts List,” Liu Chen mused quietly.
Soon, several elders sealed the valley with a prohibition spell. Disciples from the inner sect mounted their cranes and soared away, while outer disciples dispersed. Luo An would not stay either; he mounted his sword and headed toward the sect.
However, before Wang Hao could think further, the primal energy within him churned and surged violently. Deep within his body, a spiritual seed began to tremble intensely.