Chapter 159: Disregarding the Code of Martial Honor

"Who is your founding master?"
"I don't know. Maybe Shi Qian."
Fine, he wins.
After he finished paying his respects, he actually tossed the key to me, pointed at the window of that room, and said, "The window is open, no need for a key. I'll go in through the window and get the things."
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While the deep male voice was speaking, the wall covering the doorway moved aside, driven by the mechanical gears.
Just as the audience was immersed in Jiang Yu's gaze, Xu Meiyuan chimed in with a folk-song-adapted rap.
"Are you really not going to say anything else to me? Don't you remember?" Song Yimian still refused to give up.
He also swore that he would love her forever, that once he went to college he would write to her every week, that after graduation he would bring her to the city, and that they would be together forever.
Song Yimian did not reach out immediately, nor was he intimidated by her title. Instead, he calmly lowered his gaze and sized up the hand Xu Haojing had extended.
Neither Lin Xuan nor Wang Weizhi had experienced war; naturally, it was no easy task for them to write top-tier war poetry, and they could not be compared to Chu Yun, who had actually been on the battlefield.
At these words, the eyes of the princes and princesses all lit up, yet in the face of such a setting, no one dared to speak out of turn. They all looked toward Dezi the Second, the excitement in their eyes already impossible to suppress.
In this scorching heat, taking a spoonful of fresh, sweet, cool, and smooth lotus root starch into the mouth left the mother immensely satisfied with Wang Bing's filial piety.
The man walked and texted at the same time, as carefree as if nothing had happened—no secret rendezvous with Lan Xinyu, no accusations in the elevator.
"Huihui, Huihui, do you still remember me? I'm a good friend of your eldest sister, and I used to go to your house to play all the time!" Wei Qingcao asked him with a smile.
"Of course, it's better than anywhere else. If it weren't for school, I wouldn't have come out of the mountains!" Momo wrinkled her nose, stared fixedly at her own hands, and felt a pang of longing for the director and friends at the orphanage.
"Alright, alright, alright, I won't leave, I won't leave." Wu Ming was helpless too. Yet, his heart truly ached for this girl Xiao Chuchu. Seeing that Xiao Chuchu refused to let go of his arm, Wu Ming had no choice but to let her be. Wu Ming sat right there by Xiao Chuchu's side, and before he knew it, he too fell asleep.
As the violent storm descended, Xie Yuangong stepped down with his left foot, and a long, deep, resonant roar was heard. His figure transformed into a gigantic fierce beast, charging head-on toward the tens of thousands of descending weapons. Amidst the surging waves, he radiated a supreme majesty that made all beasts bow in submission.
Young Master Ye looked at Liu Yue, gently shook his head, and thought to himself that once anyone fell into the hands of those intelligence peddlers, not a single one failed to regret it.
Great-grandfather took the order and departed. In a fleeting moment, a patch of white mist suddenly rose inside the room, only about three feet high. A middle-aged man who looked to be about the same age as great-grandfather appeared alongside great-grandfather.
Na Ze's gaze shifted from her face to her hands, staring at the spicy sandwich for a long time without saying a word.
Except for a portion that returned when auctions were held annually, the rest of the time this place was as quiet as a graveyard.
Naturally, there was no shortage of the surrounding group of men using their leering eyes to grope the delicate bodies of Karina and Mely.
That was a middle-aged man wearing a tall crown and flowing robes with fluttering sleeves. Having failed in his initial strike, he did not give up. He strode forward, raised his sleeve, and struck Jiang Yao's chest amidst the rolling sounds of wind and thunder.
Consequently, Dali discovered in despair that suddenly he couldn't even enter the front door of apartment 3701.
Because he had felt somewhat embarrassed earlier under the scrutinizing gazes of Old Man Zhang and the others, Jun Yunchen appeared rather reserved afterward. After finishing his porridge, Jun Yunchen helped Lin Zhaoxi carry the bamboo wares and tofu made by Lin Jiande. Bidding farewell to Old Man Zhang, he hurried away from the Lin family home in the company of Lin Zhaoxi.