Volume 1, Chapter 57: What if He Cries Stop Thief

Bai Xuanxuan stepped forward to take a closer look, identifying it as a button from a pair of overalls.

She returned to her room and rummaged through the children's clothes, where she indeed found a pair of overalls missing a single button.

The recent weather was extraordinarily abnormal, alternating between fierce winds and heavy rain. Not a single full glimpse of the sun had been seen in nearly two weeks, bringing endless misery to the forestry farm in Heqiu.

"Mm-hmm. But, Qingqing, once I've mastered it, you have to give me one, okay?" Mo Yuno said, silently adding a sentence to the depths of her heart: *As for others—if anyone else treats you that way, I will treat them as my mortal enemies.*

Looking at the old lady's expression of extreme agony, a certain place in her heart was inexplicably touched.

The Dothraki cavalry, a force feared by countless Essosi as terrifying tigers, faced a completely lopsided battle when confronted by Chen Mu and his companions.

At first, Gu Qingge did not understand, but as such occurrences multiplied, he inevitably grew suspicious. He sneaked into Liu Yan'er's bedchamber under the cover of night, only to discover a storybook inside, the contents of which detailed a romance between two men.

Seeing him smile like that, Ye Qingyun's face flushed crimson instantly. Why on earth did she think Qin Zijun's smile just then was ridiculously, breathtakingly handsome?

Before Guo Jun could retreat, two Lickers clinging to the ceiling lunged forward with blinding speed, pouncing heavily onto his body.

"Huh, how come I don't see Zheng Zeshi? Was he eaten by zombies?" Lin Yi kept slaughtering zombies while never forgetting to scan his surroundings.

It was impossible to calculate how much painstaking effort of senior intelligence agents had been poured into transforming such knowledge into practical, actionable skills.

Prior to the New Year, Yan Jinghua had taken a business trip. Song Shengxheng felt as though he was spinning in circles from busyness every day, and with a time zone difference between them and Yan Jinghua, the two of them barely even had time to chat.

"The Pei family has remained close to the imperial house for years without a single flaw; we cannot simply rely on this to conclude that they lean toward the Crown Prince," Yang Xuchen felt compelled to warn her.

Yang Xuchen shook his own head. He had never met the Young Master Wen in person, having only heard of his prestigious name in the past. Although their respective mothers shared a deep friendship, when it came down to their children, it could only be described as a distant acquaintanceship of kindred spirits. He did not even know what kind of temperament Wen Ziqing possessed, let alone how to guess his inner thoughts.

Soothing Tang Bingyu, and meeting her gaze filled everywhere with curiosity and inquiry, Zhou Zedong found her utterly adorable. Clearly dressed in such a mature and enchanting manner, those eyes alone were enough to make countless men's hearts skip a beat.

The demonic cultivator snapped back to his senses. Hearing him speak with such broad-minded detachment, his tense body gradually relaxed—despite how relaxed he had appeared previously, he had actually kept his guard up unconsciously all along. Yet at present, for reasons unknown, he had truly relaxed to a certain extent.

Following Su Yu's repeated and unyielding insistence, and after Su Yuanshan had questioned her on every single aspect of the matter, he had no choice but to compromise. Upon learning that she was leaving in three days, he dragged his ailing body along, insisting on cooking a delicious meal for Su Yu, which required yet another round of earnest persuasion and gentle dissuasion.

In this world, where on earth could one find a newlywed husband serving as a Left Guard General in the capital, while his newlywed bride had to return to a remote clan to serve her mother-in-law and ancestral tablets?

This was perhaps another manifestation of the adage, "The heavens are high and the emperor is far away." In the capital, the two characters representing the "Xie Family" would never be casually spoken aloud by anyone, but placed in Lingnan, far away from the capital, there seemed to be far fewer such taboos.

The missions she had received so far were only these few. Shouldn't the rewards obtained occupy a single inventory slot per mission?

Cultivators of the Dao, when situated in different locations, would find the trace amounts of spiritual energy within their bodies automatically and spontaneously adjusting to the prevailing climate, providing them with a correspondingly comfortable temperature.

If one were to speak of the architecture of Sand City, it was majestic and tyrannical. However, in terms of sheer prosperity and bustling activity, it fell far short of human society.