Twenty-seven

The villagers did not view Ye Zetao as an outsider; they were fond of sharing everything with him.

Liu Yihua beamed, raised his glass, and said, "Alright, let's drink first, then play billiards. As for what comes after... we shall see." There was a profound undertone to his final words.

He had been severely wounded during the siege and had yet to recover, leaving him looking rather gaunt. What he desired most was to guard the northern frontier and engage the Liao forces in direct combat, rather than fighting against rebels and traitors—yet if the rebels were not purged, nothing could be accomplished.

Driven by such dark thoughts, the director waved his hand and said, "No more office work tonight. We'll deal with whatever it is tomorrow!" With that, he turned to leave.

Li Mochou’s lightness skills and footwork were extraordinary. Seeing Wang Li’s "Dragon Claw" hand reaching for her, she retreated rapidly, simultaneously changing her direction and shifting through over a dozen different movement techniques.

Ye Zetao was also concerned about Su Dachang's intellect; he feared that by helping him, he might inadvertently do more harm than good.

What is it called when things go against one's wishes? Before Qian Mengru could find a moment for a heart-to-heart with Yun Mu, a sudden interruption threw everything into disarray.

The city guards were all listless, dozing against the city walls with half-closed eyes, drool pooling on the ground under the sun as if they were lost in pleasant dreams.

Inside the cave, there was a pool of clear water. Thinking about how he hadn’t bathed in a day and feeling sticky and itchy, Liu Yihua immediately stripped off his clothes and leaped into the pool.

"I really didn't! That person in the photo isn't Brigitte Lin at all!" Zhang Shaojie stammered in a panic, speaking without thinking.

The man, still unsatisfied after his cursing and beating, dragged the semi-conscious Ruan Youning toward the window.

"If that’s the case, why did you have to test me and nearly get me killed?" Elena asked, pouting in frustration.

Qinglian flew past Jin Zhao’s eyes. Following her lead, she tossed two explosive talismans into the mouth of the Ice-Flame Rhino and then retreated with a leap.

Dabai was sleeping with her mouth agape when something was inexplicably tossed inside. She startled awake, her tiger eyes wide and alert as she scanned her surroundings. Realizing it was a false alarm, she only then noticed that what had fallen into her mouth was a celestial fruit. She chewed it twice—it was actually quite sweet.

After discussing it with Jiang Yanzhi, they decided to employ a large-scale illusion array on the battlefield. This would serve to severely intimidate the incoming Xiao Family Army without harming the soldiers caught within it.

"Why are you coming down looking so clean? We'll be done in a moment," Yang Erdan refused.

She didn't cry out; instead, a stubborn smile played on her pale face, giving her a fragile appearance that stirred pity in the hearts of others.

He slapped me twice more, turned the old house upside down, and then set the place ablaze.

Once her feet touched the ground, she happily ran over, stood on her tiptoes, and reached out to stroke the newly crafted nanmu plaque.

Perhaps it was because there was a powerful entity right by her side that it didn't dare to emerge?

The Four Families Exchange is an annual grand conference hosted in turns by the Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li families. Its influence is significant, and several generations have upheld this tradition.

Yin Feng was driven to distraction, unable to listen any longer. He knew that if this Soul-Nourishing Water were taken outside, even sect-level powerhouses would fight tooth and nail to claim it.

The remark about "how many people she would have to engage in dual cultivation with to make up for that lost cultivation" also touched a nerve in him.

In truth, they had long known that the Princess of Wei’s illness was not genuine. They had only exaggerated it to Chu Lian so they could invite her to the Wei Prince's mansion.

The highest-level player I unlocked in Lingzhou was a level 24. This is just a town, so it's a bit disappointing. Looking at Wutong’s highest level, I can't even bear to look—it's only level 9. After finishing this quest, I should return to the town and focus on developing it.

"Yes, sir!" Luo Fei and Chen Jinsong retreated a step and saluted Lin Hu.

Sili turned around in confusion, just in time to see Darui loose an arrow. With a violent sound of air friction, the shot arrow was nothing more than a blur, its force remarkably fierce.

Tang Feng’s car had just come to a stop when he received the call. He walked from the back door of Glorious Years directly into the private room, with Gu Dabao and Lin Chong following closely, while Wang Gequan and two other shadow guards stood watch outside.

If things truly went south, Lin Yi would return to the Old Monster’s side immediately. With him there, he would be safe, with nothing to worry about. This person was mysterious and clearly had a significant background.

Halfway through the journey, the group began to chat. That was when they learned that Xiao Chen and his companion were also heading there for the carnival. When they exchanged their server names and aliases, the three were shocked, and Xiao Chen’s group was slightly taken aback as well.

That afternoon, Pei Ran took Pei Jing out shopping. Pei Jing spent the whole time buying things, while Pei Ran picked out nothing for herself, even though she bought only the best for Pei Jing.

Typically, calls to the house would be transferred directly to Yan Zhuolang's bedroom. But this time, the staff at the company seemed to know something about the media swarming the Yan Corporation; they dared not report directly to Yan Zhuolang for fear that the big boss’s bad mood would result in collateral damage, so they only asked Uncle Yu to pass on the message.

Jin Yao had already made arrangements the day before. They went straight into the interrogation room, where the two kidnappers sat handcuffed and bruised. Jin Yao and his group didn't go in; they were outside, drinking tea with some police officers.

Ming Xuan paused as he closed the car door: *How did that schemer Qiao Ye come back? I haven't even managed to undermine his relationship yet.*

The sedan chair carrying Xia Jie moved away under everyone's gaze. Wu Juan, ignoring the blood flowing from her hands and knees, chased after it. About an hour later, the thugs followed the plan, released Uncle Chen, Da Niu, and A Yue, collected the remaining money from Concubine Xia, and left.