Fifty-Seven

Observant Xu Jingxian noticed that among the dishes cooked by Song Tian, two were her favorites, two were Ning Qi's favorites, and she presumed the remaining ones must be Lu Zeyuan's favorites.

Zheng Xuandu held Tantai Xuefei's hand as they walked toward the back, smiling as he said, "Pay them no mind. They lack talent yet refuse to work hard, and with the academic pressure being somewhat heavy, they often utter nonsense to comfort themselves." From behind came the dissatisfied protests of the two.

How could he not understand? He simply did not want to burden Su Wanqiu with such an extra weight. If that were the case, he believed Su Wanqiu would not want to learn so much about this from here at all.

Han Yu picked up his phone and slowly pressed the answer button. After a long moment, Xiang Na spoke, "Umm, Yu, there is something I don't know whether I should tell you or not?"

"Xuanxuan discussed it with me to come up with a wealth-generating idea for Huiniang's and Qiuniang's families, so that they will also have a source of livelihood in the future!" Xie Qingshan said.

Song Tian accompanied Lu Zeyuan to Chen Shuiling's room on the farm. The farm workers had already bandaged her wounds, and at this moment, she was lying on the bed, sobbing softly.

With that, he directly clinked his glass against hers, then burst into hearty laughter. Looking at him like that, Lin Nan continued to maintain a harmless smile on his face.

On the steps in front of the ancestral hall stood two gray-robed elders, full of vigor with their sharp light restrained within. One was serene and calm, the other solemn and composed. One had his hands folded across his abdomen while the other stood with his hands behind his back. Both were clan elders of the same generation as Jin Chen's great-grandfather, one named Zheng Jingguan and the other Zheng Jincha.

This girl was just like this; no matter how big the matter was, when spoken of from her lips, it always sounded as if nothing were wrong at all, which made Chen Ruoxi feel an exceptional pang of heartache.

Her own age could practically be considered a secret. Probably only the masters within her traditional Chinese medicine hall knew exactly how old she was, and even then, they might not know her precise age.

"Of course there is. I want you to help me kill Ding Yao of the Triad, but you are not willing," Begonia said casually as if by chance.

"Shi Qiang, this is just because Xiao Han insisted on competing with me a moment ago," Nangong Lengce said weakly upon hearing Shi Qiang's words.

Shen Qian gathered spiritual energy in his nose, and his sense of smell instantly became dozens of times sharper. He was able to discern the scent on Chen Lingmei and pursued it continuously along the trail.

"Boss! Ma Jun and Ah Hong have also come in," Chen Yalun motioned toward the direction of Li Er's wine cabinet.

"Rest assured, Nalan Rouruo, I will definitely return!" Xiao Han turned around and said to Nalan Rouruo.

"Try this. This is the tenderloin from a first-rank Mongchiro, and there are only a few kilograms of it on each beast. It is worth a fortune!" Nibel placed a plate of meat before Wallin.

Upon waking up, the husband and wife began to familiarize themselves with the courtyard. Although the estate was purchased by Lin Ruoro, it was also her first time here, so she had to get acquainted with it first. Otherwise, getting lost in her own home would not sound very flattering, would it?

The address of their manufacturer was only printed on the flour bags. Those people who consumed the flour were end customers and probably did not know their factory address.

The next moment, a thought flickered in his mind again, and his figure vanished from the spot, arriving beside Nibel high up in the sky.

Howling Wolf and Christopher remained expressionless, completely unmoved by Augusta's hysterical roar.

His body flew backward while his sword light flew forward. His body crashed into the wall behind, and his longsword nailed itself into the tree in front.

"Who wants to settle accounts with you? I want to get out of bed, I take it back." Su Qingge turned her face away, trying to push him aside.

The grand circulation ran through Huo Deqiang's body for thirty-six cycles and finally stopped again at the position of his heart. By this time, Huo Deqiang was at his last gasp, his hair hanging in strands across his forehead. His breathing had also become extremely faint, almost imperceptible.

His hands could not reach him, and watching him covered in blood on his head and body, lying there at death's door—how I wished all of this had fallen upon me instead.

At this moment, Wei Zhongxian was no longer the director of the Eastern Depot, but merely an ordinary old man. He pulled his two grandsons to his side, looking at them up and down with an indescribable fondness. It took him a long while to snap back to his senses, and he hurriedly had Ximeng and his brother pay their respects to the various officials behind him.

Nalan Heng did not even think before rushing out, plunging straight into the curtain of rain. It turned out he was not dreaming, nor had he misheard; it truly was her.

Following a fit of coughing, he could no longer hold it in. The cooked rice entered not only his nasal cavity but also his trachea. He began to cough rapidly and frantically, spraying grains of rice all over the room.

Leng Ying was expressionless, while Li Dan in his arms wore a half-smile, mocking her biting off more than she could chew.

Yiwei? The title of the Western Qin princess. If this were the case, then... Nalan Heng's brow furrowed unconsciously. Then Yin'er's identity would be even more complicated.

Erzi gently pushed Huo Deqiang and asked, "How is it?" Huo Deqiang showed no reaction, so Erzi hurriedly pushed him once more.

"I am sorry, everyone. That thing was too hard to find, and I did not capture it!" Shen Lianxuan said, preparing to leave.

Thinking of this, Yingtao and Suier exchanged glances, having already made their respective decisions in their hearts.

The high temperature could not be distinguished by the naked eye; one could only glimpse its existence through the heat-distorted air and the repelled rainwater.

A bad-tempered Leopard-clan contestant intended to step forward and fight Tiger to the death, but was grabbed tightly by the supporters behind him to prevent him from causing a catastrophic mistake.

After each medicinal bath, his tolerance grew stronger, which meant his physical endurance was strengthening, changing bit by bit.

"That being the case, once Jiu'er finishes her closed-door cultivation, I will accompany you to the Xuan Ghost Sect first," Beihu said.