Picnic (2)

Driven by something akin to an obsession, Hong Ye forced herself to wake up at 4:00 AM, rushed over to Gao Jingqi's place, and ended up sleeping right beside her.

While Feng was deeply respectful, it did not mean he held the same attitude toward her family. He might be slightly polite, but the only person he truly obeyed from the bottom of his heart was Yun Feng alone.

"Now, let's talk about your problem." Unlike Qiu Zhihao, Nie Wei's attention remained firmly fixed on An Yun.

"Audacious!" Li Tan immediately rebuked loudly. Using a preemptive strike to throw someone's thoughts into disarray was the most common tactic for a Censor like him, but the very next second, his expression changed drastically. His anger, previously three parts genuine and three parts feigned, turned instantly into shock and dismay.

"Software downloaded successfully!" Within just a few seconds, a reply came through. Immediately afterward, the phone in Ning Ning's pocket indeed vibrated.

"I won't leave! I want to stay with my son!" An Yun had never considered abandoning her child.

Using elemental fusion again was out of the question, Yun Feng pondered inwardly. Given that Reder had been wounded by her previously, it was impossible for him to have recovered to his peak condition in just a short month. His situation should be no better than hers; otherwise, he wouldn't be so single-mindedly bent on escaping.

To lessen the pressure on the undead army, they even demanded that the dozen or so human disciples with them not protect them, but instead charge directly into the ranks of the undead to fight.

My eyelids were also twitching wildly, and I couldn't help stepping forward to stare at the golden withered skeleton. Cold sweat poured down in cascades, and my body trembled almost uncontrollably.

Since one is playing this game, acquiring various materials and props through the current character as much as possible is where the true entertainment lies.

Jin Ye violently clutched her chest, and a mouthful of blood spewed out! She had to steady herself with her sword to avoid collapsing directly to the ground.

Tao Yao and the others grew increasingly fluid and proficient in their attacks, and because they were all wearing Leisure Stones, they didn't have to worry about their spiritual energy depleting.

The lineage of the Soul Moon Valley was already sparse; as long as Xie Lingfeng did not touch his bottom line, he would not make a move against him.

She could not clearly tell whether those emotions belonged to her original self or to her current self, but she truly didn't care much anymore about that slap she had given the Chen family woman.

The moment they saw Shen Bingrao disembarking from the giant back of the Spirit Swallow, they all cheered and rushed forward, crowding around her and affectionately calling out to her name.

That's right, the news that first place in the Twelve Lesser Nations' Healer-Mender Tournament had actually been snatched by a healer from a wild territory had already spread throughout all the lesser nations.

The most pitiful and innocent ones were naturally the two children. They knew nothing, not even understanding what kind of existence their mother and they themselves were. They wept bitterly in terror, subconsciously crying out to their parents for help, but it was completely useless.

At these words, Xie Yixiang was startled once more, and could not help glancing at Old Man Qingzhu beside her. Could it be that what Old Man Qingzhu said was the truth, and that the "Xiangxi Corpse King" Lu Santong had indeed died long ago? Or perhaps, the Lu Santong before them was actually impersonated by someone else?

She was still as innocent and pure as before; that was his sweetest memory, the very first time he kissed her—soft, warm, and carrying the fragrance of her favorite osmanthus cake.

Her light ink-colored eyes held neither emotional fluctuations nor any other feelings, remaining as detached as ever.

Consort Xi could not argue with her and chose to remain silent. Waiting things out like this wouldn't change anything, so why bother stirring up extra trouble? It was impossible for them to find those people, and since that was the case, why waste breath entangling herself with Chun Xi?

Lu Yan clenched his fists so tightly that the veins stood out. This was not the answer he wanted to hear from Chen Xue, but what could he do? Chen Xue had already answered him this way; could he possibly demand that she say it all over again? That was obviously an impossibility.

Cheng Jilin and Cheng Ye also sensed that today's events were extremely disadvantageous to them. If this meeting continued, they wouldn't gain any advantages. Just as Dong Kun announced the end of the meeting, the father and son exchanged a glance, stood up, and left to go home and plot ways to deal with Cong Jiajia and Dong Kun.

No one continued the previous topic. From Nan He's reaction, Di He already knew she didn't want to answer that question, so he didn't press further and smoothly shifted the conversation elsewhere.

Yinglan understood that after hiding for ten years, her end had finally arrived. She realized that her life and death at this moment were far too important to Tong Ruofei. If Tong Ruofei found out she wasn't dead, he would undoubtedly pull out all the stops to have people storm the mountain stronghold and ensure she met a miserable end.

"For the sake of us being together, I am willing to do anything." Song Chenfei turned his head. Passionate kisses fell like raindrops on Cong Jiajia's ears and cheeks, fierce and scorching, as if he wanted to release all the emotions he had suppressed for so long.

Therefore, his gratitude toward Lu Yan went without saying. Without Lu Yan, who else could have captured Chen Bian and handled the matter so flawlessly?

Nan He had originally thought there would be some earth-shattering, soul-stirring story behind this, or at least some extraordinary deeds. Who would have thought it ultimately boiled down to such a simple reason?

Today happened to be his day on duty. He had originally been pondering how to obtain assistance from the Yang family to help him keep this lucrative post—after all, it was precisely for helping Yang Hexuan that he had ended up in this state.

"Old Liu, can that spot by my doorway be cleared out for use?" After Department Chief Gu left, Man Jun cast his gaze toward Old Liu. There were two people surnamed Liu in the antique market management office; the older one was called Big Liu, and the one before him was Second Liu.

Gan Ning also understood that the primary target was now Chaisang City, so he had no choice but to withdraw his troops and turn back to engage Lü Dai. Besides, Cai Mao was still lying in ambush ahead.

Although it was his first time meeting Tianxie He, he regarded Zhu Tianpeng like an old superior and respected him immensely. Old Zhu likewise admired his gritty spirit and could not bear to see him lose his life here.

Old Zhu did not rush to open his eyes; he was pondering a question: Was it possible that he had all along been under the control of the Buddhist sect?

Seeing the expressions of several men, who were still recovering from their fright, Liu Ying laughed inwardly. He thought to himself that a piece of song lyrics well known to everyone in later generations could make these great Confucian scholars make such fools of themselves; if this were recorded down, it would probably drop the jaws of the entire world.

Upon entering the KTV, Song Wuqiang flashed his identity, instantly prompting a manager to come out and serve them with utmost flattery.

Just as he flipped himself up, preparing to go rescue Su Puyan, the black fog rolled mid-air and, accompanied by an angry roar, charged at him once more.

"Father! You..." Liu Xun simply could not believe these words were spoken by his own father. To give up the family foundation just like that? His heart ached as if being sliced by a knife.