Pei Qizhou's Thoughts

Yao Shan suddenly stopped in her tracks, standing completely motionless as she fixed a cold, piercing gaze on Xu Miao.

Seeing Tazibu in such agonizing grief, the other Hunan Braves dared not say another word. They hurriedly helped him over toward the pile of hay.

Jiang He shoved the ice cream into Song Xiangmei’s hands, then pulled her out of the KFC.

Shui Xinlan watched Jiang He’s retreating figure, her emotions swirling and refusing to settle for a long time. In the past, Jiang He would never take a bath until he practically reeked, always requiring Shui Xinlan to nag him repeatedly. Yet this time, Jiang He had actually taken the initiative to go wash up. Shui Xinlan glanced up at the sky—was the sun going to rise from the west tomorrow?

Morning was usually the busiest time at the Hundred Herbs Hall, because after finishing their morning classes, disciples from various peaks would come to the hall to learn alchemy from the resident elders or venture out to gather herbs with others.

"Just a little bit less. If it's opened and not finished, it's just a waste. Another cup, I promise, just one more cup," Qiao Neng cajoled persuasively.

The solid restraints anchoring EVA Unit 0 were instantly snapped, twisting nearly ninety degrees like a braided rope under the giant mecha's immense strength. A whole batch situated at the stress nodes directly fractured, clattering onto the floor with a deafening crash.

Inside the conference room, the people who had just concluded the previous agenda turned their attention once again toward the surveillance monitors with all screens fully lit.

Nie Wanluo smiled and said, "Understood." Then her gaze shifted, once again locking onto the slender, well-proportioned figure by the railing. Compared to Qiao Neng’s triumphant demeanor today, Zhao Yuanhang inexplicably evoked a sense of desolation and loneliness.

The room was indeed in complete disarray; cushions, pillows, duvet inserts, and the mattress had all been stripped of their covers and piled up messily. Qiao Neng pressed Nie Wanluo down into a chair, repeatedly insisting that she didn't need to help. With a helpless sigh, Nie Wanluo watched as he hunted down a light gray bedding set from the storage closet and began fumbling with how to put it together.

However, since she had absorbed the life soul of the nine-tailed fox, its very existence was firmly grasped in the palm of her hand.

Sitting atop the soft feathers of the Kunpeng, Bingyue suddenly realized high up in the sky that she needed to start thinking of ways to earn spirit stones. Although she had the abundant resources within the Snow Jade Bracelet as her backup, she couldn't just sit back and watch them dwindle or let them go to waste, could she?

Turning around, she saw Deity Hanqing in the other room, staring blankly at the ceiling with a pair of infatuated eyes.

Nan Lingyu walked up to her mother, slid a plate of pastries a bit closer to her, and stated her purpose directly.

Hearing Su Qingqing's instructions, Sun Li waited a moment before silently walking out. Whatever method she decided to use, she could just handle it however she pleased.

"Greetings, True Monarch!" Banish her guilty conscience, Bingyue walked toward True Monarch Yiyan and, stopping five paces away, bowed respectfully.

"Go back, get some good rest, and then enter a period of secluded cultivation. Do not let the experiences of any of those hundred lifetimes in the Mirror of a Hundred Lifetimes go to waste. If you encounter any confusion in your future cultivation, you may come directly to me." Patriarch Huoyun set Bingyue down and offered these parting admonitions.

Fu Qiu rushed forward, half-crouching down, and calmly placed her hand beneath the old lady’s nose. There was still a faint breath; the person was still alive.

Just after finishing a meeting, Lin Xicheng suddenly heard his assistants discussing the trending searches of the day. Something about Su Qingqing and Mo Han—he hadn't caught the specifics. Now back in his office, he picked up his phone and opened Weibo to check.

"Pfft." As soon as she stepped through the door, Fu Qiu was so busy taking in the interior of the house that she failed to notice the smudge of black soot that had somehow smeared across Lin Junyuan's face.

From the bottom of her heart, Yang Chan did have a favorable impression of Ye Chen. This man was exceptionally warm and constantly surprised her, helping her forget many of her troubles.