Volume 1, Chapter 29: Painting a Portrait for Your Beloved

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Madam Zhou stepped forward to take her hand, her manner so self-assured that even Ye QiaoQiao found herself convinced.
Ye QiaoQiao took a step back and shook off her hand.
“Comrade Zhou, I already have a fiancé. If you continue spreading nonsense and ruining my reputation, don’t blame me for calling the police.”
Ye QiaoQiao lightly brushed her sleeve, showing clear disdain for Madam Zhou’s grasp on her clothes.
Madam Zhou, angered by this attitude, stammered, “You… you… QiaoQiao, I only want to help you by letting my son marry you. You’re not even grateful, and you push me away?”
“Could you stop living in a dream? Do you really think your son is a golden treasure adored by all? He’s just a scoundrel. I have no intention...”
I don’t want Chandler to give the latest mining machines to the Alice family for free; that’s simply a fantasy.
Because twenty years ago, King Zhao died unexpectedly on his return to the capital; he was a meritorious official of Dayin with no sins.
“Zhou Jiahao, you wretched bastard!” She leaned on the couch, clenching her only remaining hand into a fist and pounding the surface in hatred.
Back at the Jade Pavilion, Ye Chenyu’s mood was deeply gloomy. She lay face down on the table, her eyes vacant and expressionless, while her mind was in turmoil.
Gu Rumeng, who had been busy in her room sharing pregnancy care tips with Yingying, immediately rushed out upon hearing her husband’s shout.
Having stayed at Taoran Garden so long, Zhou Jiaqing had long taken on the role of a senior family member. He threw a tantrum every few days but never once lost his temper with her. Today, to be scolded in front of the maids was unprecedented.
“Old Doctor Xu and Old Doctor Zheng’s medical skills are top-notch in Qingzhou; this is well-known!” Chu Yunqin’s assistant praised from nearby.
“There’s nothing more for now. You should go home, rest well tonight without burdens, and come back here tomorrow,” Ye Qingyang said.

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“Oh, then I’ll give you five minutes. I checked; it only needs your electronic signature to finalize. After that, can all the time be mine?” Gong Yan tilted his head, speaking leisurely.
Fang Jueqian suddenly felt a splitting headache, utterly weary of everything before her, so tired she just wanted to close her eyes.
But that doesn’t prove anything. After all, when the Heavenly Martial Emperor was still a half-emperor, he never possessed any of the nine supreme essences. These nine supreme essences came from his attainment after enlightenment, not from the half-emperor realm.
While the waiters placed dishes, Dong Ye occasionally directed them on where to put things.
Qin Yun’s potential was immense. During his time in the Primordial Universe, he truly felt it. He realized that as this universe evolved, it was on the same tier as the universe he previously inhabited. This meant Qin Yun’s future achievements would surpass even the Ancestral God.
Lin Feng sneered, lightly stroking the Spirit-absorbing Ring. A flash of light appeared, revealing the figure of the Fat Yi Emperor.
Fang Rui happened to open the door and brought several makeup artists and their assistants from outside the courtyard upstairs.
However, Zhang Zhengfan hadn’t expected that Ling Zhengdao had already mulled over these ideas countless times. The difference was, while Ling indulged the Qizhuang industry, he never saw it as the leading sector of the High-Tech Zone.
If Xing Fan agreed, they could merely exchange rings before a priest in a simple chapel.
At this moment, Lin Gengxin showed great respect. If Qian Suhang knew that the person he just called was now treating Xia Ming with such reverence, one could only imagine his expression.
“It seems that with just the two of us, success is unlikely. We need to find a few helpers,” Daoist Changsheng said softly.
Long Haoran had come today to clarify his doubts and refused to stay any longer. When Long Shaoyan spoke, Long Haoran naturally took the opportunity to suggest leaving. Long Jinyu left with him.
“As long as there’s no corpse, he isn’t dead. I believe in him,” Qiu Ziliu said. They had been comrades for years and wouldn’t die from a few pursuers. His worry was that if the northwest lost contact, his situation would worsen.
Just like the warrior system, those who could reach Raphael’s level within twenty years were so rare that Satou could count them on one hand.

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“I’m not here to fight you. If you have the ability, pick a day to come to the Dark Forest. I will fight you in my true form.” The Blood Bat giant beast barely suppressed the fury upon seeing his enemy, reminding himself of his purpose for leaving the Dark Forest.
Or rather, those facing the current crisis perhaps truly demonstrate whether what they say is happening is genuine.
This must consider their actual capacity at this moment to confront the changes and what truly needs to be done.
He had witnessed the great army of the Pingran realm massacre defenseless new entrants into the Death Domain. At that time, he only fled, without further anger. Although later, during the Dark Forest years, his master explained the purpose of the slaughter, the scene still haunted him into cold sweats at night.
At least in Nagato’s understanding, often taking such actions shows how much possibility there is in the measures faced at this moment.
Prince Ning stopped his movements, remained silent for a long while, then slowly rose from the warm chair, standing by the window with hands behind his back.
Still in midair, Shangguan Wen without hesitation plunged both feet toward the very rear of the broken sail left in the sea.
The sun had been obscured by clouds for some time; a cold wind rose. In the blink of an eye, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and the long-awaited rain began to fall like pellets. On the martial platform, Jian Xiang watched solemnly as two figures tangled in combat.
Overall, among the Ten-Qi Demon Army, her branch was considered upper-level strength: nine demon tribes at the shape-shifting stage, ten thousand at the spirit-communing stage, five hundred thousand at the core-forming stage, five hundred thousand at the body-refining stage, and none at the spirit-gathering stage.
“By the way, Uncle Liang, there’s something I need to ask you.” Yun Xuan gently released Lin Jiayi from her embrace, his expression growing serious.
Yun Shu was born in the north, with a burly and tall northern man’s physique. His bronzed face bore the marks of time, faint stubble on his chin. His hair was casually tied back, without a crown or hairpin.