Volume 1, Chapter 31: Tang Yun's High-Cut Swimsuit

Li An walked down the street, still puzzled. What exactly was Dong Hanxiang up to? Qin Ruofeng was a man of such fine character; how could he fail to move her?

"The Nan family? Why?" All of Gu Jingzhi’s memories stopped at the moment the fire broke out; after that, he had been adopted by the person who was funding the orphanage at the time.

Ye Fei tiptoed back into his bedroom and slept soundly. The next morning, he began bustling about in the kitchen.

In the Prime Minister's residence, Zheng Gao and Liu Ye gathered in the courtyard, where a stove had been set up. Zheng Gao stood by, instructing the servants to stir continuously with a ladle.

The man suddenly stood still and looked at Ye Fei earnestly. "Although I have no grudge against you, my superiors ordered me to kill you, and I must obey. However, seeing that there is something wrong with your head, I plan to report to them that you have already died by my hand."

"Hey... don't get excited... it hurts, it hurts!" I cried out as he hugged me so tightly it caused pain. Besides, we were outside in broad daylight; doing this kind of thing was really inappropriate.

A-Dong and A-Nan were preparing to continue drinking with Li An and Guan Sanyao, but to their surprise, Guan Sanyao couldn't hold on any longer and fell fast asleep.

What struck Yun Hao as strange, however, was that even though he had killed the Split-Headed Worm King, the system had yet to provide a notification.

Wei Huihui was, after all, a dead ghost. Even when I patted him, he felt as light and soft as a bundle of cotton.

The corners of his mouth turned up, his eyes filled with doting affection as he watched her silently without approaching. He held a bottle of wine to his lips, taking a few gentle sips, his gaze never once straying from Su Wushuang.

On the other side, Elder Tao, who had just been defeated, wore a look of profound shock. The members of the Tao family beside him looked at him in confusion, unable to understand why he was displaying such an expression.

Lin Cha was actually quite willing to have hot pot again, but seeing Qin Moshen’s sullen, unhappy face, she silently suppressed the thought.

"What is this situation? Who is 'Night Grand Attack'?" Nangong Junning, who never followed entertainment gossip, was completely confused. Why did it all sound so wrong?

"I'm not listening! Goodbye! No, it's 'never again.' Please don't appear in front of me ever again." Xiao Kai finished speaking and tried to hang up, but Fang Yiyi’s voice still reached his ears.

She had never appreciated his looks before, nor could she grasp his appeal, but ever since his skin tone had lightened by several shades, she felt that this guy was actually... quite handsome.

As for why Empress Sikong suspected Qin Jinyu’s gender, one must begin with Lin Chao, who was always overly concerned with his master’s major life events.

Ye Qianchong didn't want to know what the point of this act was, nor did she care to delve into it. Just as Han Yan had said, it was best to keep out of sight and out of mind.

Immediately after, she felt his hand grope for hers, effortlessly sliding something cool onto her finger.

He hadn't even paid attention to the countdown during his college entrance exams, yet now, with his wedding approaching, he found himself counting the days in his heart.

Xie Ke’s eyes felt dry as she surveyed the room, finally nodding to the maid who had led the way. "I like them all. Thank my grandmother for me." The maid acknowledged the request and withdrew.

He was naturally active and diligent in his martial arts, and his talent was quite good. Although he was not the most gifted in the Ning family, at twenty-six, he already possessed the physical combat strength of over thirty thousand.

"You should get up and sit. Take good care of the Princess." Meng Guqing saw that Yilede’s eyelids were swollen and knew he had been working harder these past few days, empathizing with the difficulties of his new role as a husband.

The selection system of 'Jue' was nearly draconian; everyone chosen was a true genius, far beyond those Ye Xuan had seen before.

"Boss, you are absolutely amazing. I don't know what great words to use to describe you anymore. Regardless, you have surpassed everything your peers have achieved," Crawford said with admiration.

The power of this move was unparalleled. Although it wasn't a standard low-level combat technique, it was a sword skill created by Blood Sword himself, and its power was comparable to a low-level technique.

In the remaining few minutes, neither side found any real opportunity to score, and the first half ended in a 1:1 draw.

On both sides of the hall, the Turkic officials sat in two rows, facing each other. Behind them stood Turkic warriors with swords hanging at their waists.

According to etiquette, they should have addressed Wuyunzhu as Miss Borjigit, but the people in the Qingning Palace, out of dislike, had never done so. Meng Guqing did not want to stop them and simply nodded.

The dignified Prince had actually taken up the work of a servant, merely to show off what a good person he was. Huang Taiji shot him a cold, disdainful glance.

His legs felt as if they were tied with two heavy stones; every step he took required a tremendous amount of energy.

Watching the tremor range of the Thunder-Galloping Qilin Step, everyone in the Xiao family was terrified. Even the great master Ge Ye couldn't help but gasp at the pressure of the technique.

"Sigh! During the first period after I entered, things were still manageable. Later, when they found out I was pregnant, they started poisoning my food."

The scene that took place at the Wang family residence in Luoyang today could only be described by the spectators as bizarre.

Even though the beast blade in his hand had been nurtured into a life-bound spiritual blade, its grade was only Yellow-tier; reaching the Profound-tier was nearly impossible.

Before he could finish speaking, Sui Buxiu had already plunged his sword into the back of the monster and began cutting immediately.

For the past six months, Jiang Li had spent every day in such busyness. She was constantly occupied with an endless stream of business, but she was very happy; she was full of energy and felt that every day was busy and fulfilling.

Li Bozhen knew this must be extremely painful—his leg had fused with the monster's body, and the meridians were connected. Cutting his leg out now was like cutting into his own flesh. Even for someone like him who had been crawling through the slaughterhouse for six years, he had nearly screamed in pain when he cut his own leg from the belly of the Swollen-Headed Monster before.

Zhou Zhigang had actually long hoped for acquisitions among the folk. This aspect required no great trouble, and he could even invite the inheritors along with the craft to join the group and serve its development.

The two walked one after the other to the side of the moat, where a row of willow trees had just sprouted new green buds, swaying gently in the breeze.

Ning Xi stared impassively at the man who was trying to get him to follow him. His face was as dark as Judge Bao’s—though Judge Bao was dark, he at least gave the impression of integrity. Him? He made one think of the King of Hell.