Fifty-Three

He truly is a master of psychological warfare. Not only does he want me back by his side, but he also wants me to return willingly.

Shortly after, the Eight-Diagram formation gradually reached saturation, emitting a faint glow. The fire-element spiritual root became increasingly translucent, vastly different from before, seeming far more refined and powerful.

"Well, I suppose I'll just have to lend a hand." She mustered her courage and stepped forward, comforting herself internally: It's fine, it's fine. If you've never jumped off a cliff before, you'll get used to it after a few tries. I've never delivered a baby either, but at least I've seen it on television. What do traditional midwives usually do?

As soon as I came out, I found Zhu Xun and Zhu Qian setting out breakfast on the coffee table in the living room. Patterned Tiger was nowhere to be seen—he must have left last night. However, Ruan Qing, whom I had bitten just moments ago, had suddenly vanished without a trace, leaving me puzzled for a moment.

People kept approaching Huaisu Cun for various reasons to exchange pleasantries. Although Victor currently held the momentum of favorable timing and was heavily favored by everyone, Huaisu Cun remained exceptionally powerful. Consequently, there was no shortage of optimists or fence-sitting moderates coming over to express goodwill.

Standing on one leg before him, with a pair of bovine eyes as large as copper bells glaring straight at him, Yu Minghai hurriedly conjured a pair of hammer dharma treasures and smashed them fiercely toward the Kui ox.

Thinking of Jueyiyan's ethereal, god-like face, her heart hardened once more. He was the man she loved; Moyueyou merely possessed a slightly better talent while remaining at such a low rank—what qualification did she have to love Jueyiyan?

"Zhao Qiuran! You fool, don't provoke him!" My expression changed drastically. The arrow towers were temporarily out of action, and Ge Youmin's cavalry was so close that they might genuinely storm the city at any moment.

"Nalan Shu, Prince of Qin, you shameless wretch! It's already giving you enough face for me to cooperate with you in a political marriage with the Bohai Kingdom, and yet you're actually assigning me tasks!" I roared up at the heavens.

She stared at her phone without speaking, plunging the atmosphere into a eerie silence. On the other end, Xi Xianrui watched the livestream and refrained from calling back.

Dropping out of school always carries a sense of helplessness. With an opportunity as golden as Peking University, who would willingly choose to give it up under normal circumstances? Were it not for extenuating constraints, who would have the heart to sever their own dreams and embark on another path that might not even be to their liking?

In late September, the weather began to grow cooler, and the filming of Journey to the West Part 3 was gradually drawing to a close. At noon that day, Taohua was strolling in the garden under the blazing sun.

As a spiritual cultivator, Bai Shuyun possessed a physique vastly superior to ordinary people, further bolstered by the wood-element spiritual energy continuously infusing her with strength.

However, if she were to sign some unequal treaties with Lou Zhensong just for the sake of Chen Bin, she certainly wasn't foolish enough to let herself be exploited.

In her dream, she saw Gu Shiyi. Although she had expected a joyful encounter, to her dismay, Gu Shiyi appeared covered in blood, his face so blurred it was unrecognizable.

"Even though I'm very happy, from the perspective of outsiders..." "We live our own lives, why should we care what gossips say?"

Madam Su simply acted as though Madam Dong did not exist. Getting angry over such a person on such a fine day was not worth it, but she made a mental note of it; there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.

Gathering the seven-colored orbs, commonly known as the "Dragon Balls," would complete the mission, allowing a return to the hotel.

Yet if she were to flatly and repeatedly refuse, she feared she might not survive her uncle's scrutiny, incurring his displeasure and leaving herself with no foothold in the prime minister's estate.

Other visitors coming to handle affairs at the branch station saw the two sitting in chairs, talking and laughing heartily, occasionally waving their arms to emphasize their points or breaking into mild arguments, which naturally amused them greatly.

Su Qin spoke as he popped a piece of flatbread into his mouth, closing his eyes to chew vigorously. Then, tilting his head back, he swallowed it down with a loud gulp.

Xiaotian pulled his bald head out of the gravel and let out an angry roar, while Long Hao tumbled over with stars dancing in his vision, spitting out mouthfuls of sand.

Of course, he could also spend money to hire a professional prospecting company to do the work for him, but that approach would be somewhat costly.

Xia Ruge was usually a woman of few words, but she valued emotional bonds above all else. If such a crisis were truly to befall them, she would undoubtedly trade herself to bring the child back.

With the arrival of the Dao Scripture's nine-fold seal power, the Heavenly Stele imprint right at the center of his forehead instantly manifested.

Sensing Laifu's slight despondency, Chen Fan smiled helplessly, raised his left hand, and patted him twice on the shoulder.

As Yan Tong departed, the convergence point of those myriad sword beams naturally shifted directly onto Long Hao's body.

Not far away, Meng Sheng watched him impassively, his face still frozen in an expression of desperately suppressed laughter.

Stepping through the gates, one immediately felt as though the inside and outside belonged to two entirely different worlds, with all the clamor and commotion seemingly blocked entirely beyond the threshold.

At Xia Feng's remark, a smile that was both breathtakingly lovely and extremely dangerous instantly bloomed at the corners of Yun Xi's mouth.

Right at that moment, a faint scent of blood drifted through the air, causing Tang Fan to pause mid-step just as he reached the door.

Ji Lingsheng was left speechless. Upon careful reflection, he realized that hardship has never truly been a refinement; it is merely a euphemism coined by the successful. For those who fail to endure it, it is simply the sun they will never see tomorrow.

Once an inner-city resident began using white sugar, they inevitably developed a severe dependency and addiction to it. Coupled with the high price of white sugar within the inner city, some individuals would exhaust all their savings to purchase large quantities just to satisfy their cravings, and complete financial ruin was a common sight.

Today was clearly the joyous occasion when Academy City routinely distributed student subsidies, and even a bank robber had emerged to join in the "festivities," yet just minutes before heading out, he had managed to break his ATM card.

Next, Xu Yinglong whispered softly into Yang You's ear. Though the exact words were unheard, Yang You merely nodded, a look of satisfaction dawning on his face.

This was a hidden weapon technique Tang Fan had mastered—a method capable of achieving eight-fold multitasking, allowing him to hurl eight hidden weapons simultaneously flying in eight distinct directions.

"There are currently only one hundred and twenty disciples in the Immortal Academy. Those who reach the Body Tempering and Qi Condensation stages enter, while those who reach Foundation Establishment leave. It is said that even during its most prosperous era, the number never exceeded two hundred disciples," said Shen Zhuangda.

Dian Wei, following closely behind Liu Qi, walked toward the generals' seating area and took his seat. The others followed suit, sitting down one by one and turning their attention to Liu Qi.

Due to the disparity in their heights, her head could only be buried against his chest. Feeling the steady, powerful thumping of the man's heartbeat, she could not help but reach out and wrap her arms around his waist.