The Tacit Understanding Among the Three Families

An era of peace and prosperity—every household free from worry, everyone well-fed and clothed, a scene of harmony and contentment. Su Qianqian secretly wondered if there was another layer of meaning to this. For example, although Jiang Shufang had obtained the position of Empress, what she had lost and what she was yet to face would follow one after another, so she must learn to endure the cold.

The Myriad Emperors' Holy-Slaughter Tower, like the Myriad Emperors' Holy-Slaughter Diagram, was not merely a magical artifact but also the foundational anchor of the Myriad Emperors' Holy-Slaughter Formation. With it, one could deploy the formation, making it a tower of arrays—a terrifying power in itself.

The starter pistol in the judge's hand fell to the ground, revealing a face bruised and swollen from stings, with not a single spot left unharmed.

Yang Siyu was utterly astonished. After a whole day in the hospital without any leads, someone here could tell at a glance what was wrong.

The Demon King left the Demon Realm to contact the remaining three demons. Qi Yu was deeply cunning; he alone could handle Yu Ru, but he could not make up his mind. Victory or defeat did not lie in strength, but in strategy—an area in which Yu Ru was no match for Qi Yu.

“Daisy, do you know where Jian is? She just called me, but when I tried to call back, I couldn’t get through.” Thor asked directly, wasting no time in pleasantries.

Old Yu, fiercely protective, didn’t care if the other was the Regent of Night or some other high-ranking royal, and began to scold without hesitation.

Su Su pinched Ye Kai’s waist—this guy, with better things to look at, was instead staring at a random passerby.

Wild monsters were too tough to kill, NPCs likewise; time couldn’t be wasted. Better to crush the enemy players’ morale early to end the match sooner.

But if Ying Si chose another path and simply eliminated Kuang Xi, not only would the quest vanish, but Kuang Xi would die permanently, never to respawn.

“Tianwei! What do you think we should do now?” After learning about the Heart of Ice Fruit, Long Yuntian was in high spirits and decided to test his nephew.

The Mage Corps possessed abilities to reduce casting time, engage in close combat, and now also wielded powerful skills.

The assassins sent to kill Liu Tianci were all experts, ruthless in their methods. Whoever stood in their way, they knew only one word: death.

However, if someone accidentally killed their target in the heat of battle, the Palace Lord would not actually take their life for it.

In the sky, Nightblade and Zhong Li—one wielding a black token that danced with uncanny agility, blocking countless attacks; the other shrouded in a blood-red aura that formed an armored shell, protecting his whole body.

Even now, although many mages had broken through to level ten, their True Qi rarely exceeded 800.

This sense of rejection was not born of unfamiliarity, but of genuine disdain and contempt. It seemed as though their arrival was a desperate plea, while the others merely doled out charity.

“Two million four hundred thousand!” Nightblade’s voice was cold. If the bids kept rising by tens of thousands, who knew when the auction would end. If others still participated, the final price would be beyond his control.

Others watching the scene were somewhat startled. Like me before, they only knew Shen Duo’s family was wealthy—never realizing just how powerful they truly were.

With such complicated thoughts, Cheng Huan drifted into a deep, muddled sleep, not waking until his phone’s violent vibration roused him the next morning.

The brown short armor he wore seemed ill-fitting, stretched taut, with a long, deep slit that drew the eye irresistibly.

No matter how wild his life had been over the years, his private affairs had never made the news, all thanks to the Pei family’s formidable power.

When Meng Wanzhou returned home that afternoon, she found Meng Wantang pacing anxiously in the living room. Now dinner was over, yet the girl was still lost in thought.

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Ruixue came out of the kitchen—wearing, to my surprise, my own pajamas.

By his logic, he should have bluntly made Meng Wantang give up on him by now.

“Chief, I’ve already reminded everyone several times. What you saw then was all business requirements. All enterprises seeking investment must be received according to hospitality standards.” Zhao Dehan still intended to conceal the truth.

“Weren’t you supposed to make every word count? Why didn’t I hear a sound?” Xue Jinyan strode up to Ning Wanyin, sneering down at her.

Many family members like Raymond, lacking both people and land, received their first assets from Marquis Orens.

With Lin Yun’s current strength, if Ju Yingyao set his sights on him, he would have no power to fight back.

Just a single silhouette was enough to ignite Yang Chen’s heart with such intensity he could hardly bear it.

Well, He Yutian felt his words were wasted; after a round, no one cared about his opinion.

It turned out these three petty thieves were actually relatives of the factory workers—apparently quite well-connected, able to command the security department.

This only made him more certain he should remain in Chengping County and get closer to the other party.

She knew better than anyone how the spiritual energy of the Tianlong Continent had lasted until now—and that there was absolutely no way it could endure for more than three more years.