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Lin Xiu held out his palm and waved it before her eyes, and only then did she come back from her shock.

“What is it that cannot wait until tonight? It must be said now.” Lan Xin knew Li Bai well; he was quick-tempered, and if his wishes were not satisfied, he would stop at nothing to get his way.

Su Jinyu blinked lightly. Rising, she curtsied to the imperial consort. “This fault is mine. I should not have let a moment’s childish amusement cause His Majesty injury. I beg Your Grace to punish me.” With her head bowed, she stared without moving at the marble floor, quietly counting the patterns on it.

The two of them walked slowly along the riverbank. The river wind was cool and pleasant, and with one major matter settled in their hearts, their steps too became leisurely and at ease.

Luo Bing and Chen Chen bathed together, while Li Bai took the hose outside and gave himself a cold shower in the courtyard.

The black fat man could not see them and could not guess what those behind him intended to do. He panted hard, breathing like a bellows.

Xiao Tiancheng still had some cunning. At this moment, he very wisely chose to draw the elders present over to his own side.

Before leaving, Uncle Wu taught Wu Ming how to use the television remote, hoping that through watching TV he might come to understand life a little more.

“So, what are your plans for the future? You’ve been coming to school just to loaf around all day. At your age, you should already be thinking about what comes next.” I shook my head, and suddenly felt a little lost. Even when I was in the army, I had never thought about such things.

Wen Nuan shook her head, then handed the cup in front of her to Lin Wei. Lin Wei hesitated for a moment, then took it and held it to her lips to sniff. After taking a sip, Lin Wei realized it was plain water, faint and clear.

Only after asking around did they learn that Old Master Liu Wu was preparing to go into the market to buy a calf to raise. This time, the old man had made up his mind; no matter what, he would never again buy those scrawny, bristly cattle.

“Bing...” Nana seemed to be urging him on, but for some reason the voice sounded oddly soft... Surely this rain was not acid rain, was it?

All the way, his mind had been fixed only on Ye Zipu’s words: “Yingying and I are about to leave Liaoyang.” His hands clamped tightly around the steering wheel, his foot pressed hard and unrelenting on the accelerator, and the jeep sped through the streets like a startled beast.

Gu Bai drew out the steaming red knife. Blood dripped from the blade as his eyes fixed on the shifting figures on the television, and he gave a dark smile. “Just you wait.”

Kachel Ahoy had once again assumed the grave bearing of a mature man, though the clothes burned through all over his body looked anything but proper.

With both hands suddenly gripping the back of the chair, the young man’s gaze was jealous and mad. He stared at the direction in which Liu Hua had vanished, and the bestial light in his eyes was almost too fierce to look upon.

Xiang Yuting cried out and threw herself into Li Dongyang’s arms. The terrifying, soul-shaking battle just now had left her with no thought for anything else, and now that the street was empty, with only devastation and corpses left behind, the fear and sorrow within her suddenly burst forth.

After Tongtian finished these matters, he felt entirely at ease. It was said that a few years later, a man appeared in City X, traveling everywhere to denounce games as causing numbness in the hands and feet and even inducing hallucinations, becoming a warrior against online gaming.

As for Liang Chen, who rode home by car, he felt his body somewhat weak, as though he had just gone through some strenuous exercise. Shaking his head, he silently thought, “Wine is a poisonous blade that cuts through the intestines.” He became drunk at every drinking, and if this went on, even the strongest body would not be able to endure it. As for the latter half of the saying, “Lust is a steel knife that scrapes the bones,” he selectively discarded it.

Master Zhang’s words suddenly echoed in Tang Chuan’s ears: Tang Chuan, do you know what fate is? Fate is a circle! The harder you struggle, the more the hand of the god of fate will push you along a vast and unbounded arc, until a cycle is completed.

Even if he was not the blade sovereign, Chen Baxian still had his own pride. If they wanted him to serve contentedly as a retainer and give his support, Jiu Qian also had to show some strength.

Forget it, no need to say more. This master’s lying-tiger skill actually comes from the Flying Tiger family of Jiangcheng Prefecture. If you have spiritual talent in the future, you may perhaps try joining the Flying Tiger family.

“If you wish to see your elder brother, then from this day forward, you cannot remain in the band of misfits.”

The voice seemed to come from a noisy road; the wind was strong, all kinds of sounds tangled together, making it hard to hear clearly.

At the same time, he could also immediately send hawk messages to Miao Daqi and the others in Zhanzhou, telling them to convey to the Six Desires Demon Sect that Guan Zizai was about to make a move against Ling Yinyu.

The icy water jolted him awake. His eyes were red, tears clinging to his long eyelashes.

The first child was named by Qiao Sangning, and Mu Zhixian wanted to name the second; he even wrote out three pages. Though there was not yet any sign of a second child.

From now on, he would never say such things again. He had only meant to express his satisfaction with the company; in television dramas, bosses all seemed to like that sort of flattery, and after hearing it they would even raise your salary. When it came to him, though, it had nearly gotten him a pay cut instead.

After coming out, Gu Yun glanced at the blazing sun overhead and decided that it would be better not to go out and play after all, but to go home instead. It was too scorching.

“Liu Guoqiang, I will stand up for you, and I hope that from now on you can trust me.” Han Yanyu spoke each word firmly, his gaze locked tightly on Liu Guoqiang’s face.

Zhou Yi stepped forward, his body charging in with inconceivable speed; he had actually broken through the sound barrier, and the short distance between them could be closed in an instant.

“Very good. Everyone’s preparations are excellent. Now listen to my command: attention, at ease, and count off!” A middle-aged instructor with dark skin walked onto the training field, and after a glance of inspection, he spoke with satisfaction.

Not only well-known musicians, but even those in the music world had long since developed the habit of offering songs at friends’ weddings, as though it were an established custom. Perhaps this was what people called the shared nature of musicians.

Ever since his Tai Chi had reached great mastery, Qiu Xuan had rarely used it. Usually, his own strength was enough to solve any problem, and he had not encountered any opponent far beyond him, so he had never formally used it much. Apart from sparring with others, this time, exerting himself to the fullest, Qiu Xuan did not see the might Tai Chi ought to have displayed.

Yet there was one cry of agony that was especially clear. It was the shout of a man, who was tightly embracing his alluring dance partner; and while his partner kissed his neck, he let out a miserable howl.