57 Is it starting again?

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Shou Wushuang and Gu Xi made their debut. Exiting the restaurant, they saw Aaliyah and Jack's lover in a dilemma ahead. Below, a string of balloons floated in the air, flanked by several flashing fairy lights that flickered brilliantly.

Qin Jinyu squinted, unable to clearly see the person before her. Yet, the embrace felt intensely familiar, convincing her that the man right in front of her was Su Heng.

East Coast School is always like this. Zeze smiled slightly, and sometimes when he smiled, he really did seem much easier to get along with.

Normally, she paid little attention to members of the opposite sex because those around her were already the finest of the crop. Consequently, she was not skilled in using terms and descriptions for men, and for a moment, she had no idea how to describe this particular person.

Zeze lowered her legs slightly so that he could lean in to observe her facial expressions without pressing down on her.

If she remembered correctly, last time Feng Lu had even thought of touching the concubine grandmother, thus offending Tang Qishan. Now, was Tang Qishan willing to entangle himself with Feng Lu once more?

Nearby, a dedicated attendant stepped forward, took off Chi Zao's heavy coat, and went to hang it up properly.

Meanwhile, Li Jihing was painting with his phone placed to the side. Even though he heard it vibrate twice, he didn't even bother to look.

Until they entered the house, the two maintained a faint smile. Chen Manli stared unblinkingly at her and Zeze, completely ignoring Professor Chen's continuous coughing nearby.

"So, what do you want?" Su Wushuang stopped what he was doing, feeling bewildered as Aaliyah suddenly came over to praise everything he had done.

"Fourteenth Brother!" Even Dorgon looked towards Dazhan with a cold and unkind expression, leaning heavily towards rebelling against the Great Ming and engaging in a complete confrontation with them.

This was already the absolute limit of what the abbot could compromise on. After all, Shang Jingxing was one of the chief culprits who triggered the war and caused the deaths of hundreds of millions of Buddhist cultivators. If he were simply released because of a few words from Six Precepts, his master's position as abbot would have been for nothing.

Pity that neither of them understood her well-intentioned efforts. As the words fell and time froze, both Gu Xinan and Yan Shao were hoisted into the air by Xiangliu, each caught by the neck.

After getting everything settled, he went to her bedroom, brought out that plate of egg fried rice, and placed it before her. "Eat properly. I'll clean up." With that, he went to deal with the messy floor.

All along, there had been three fierce beasts residing within his dantian. Although he had captured quite a few more subsequently, he hadn't absorbed them into his dantian. Seizing this present opportunity, he intended to make an attempt—an attempt that no one had ever dared to undertake.

At this moment, several other Spirit Glory Sect disciples rushed over, dressed identically to Shang Jingxing—the exclusive attire of the Spirit Glory Sect's Law Enforcement Hall.

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Qi Zuoheng's face darkened as he spoke harshly, "I said, not avenging the murder of my son means I am no longer human! The order of the Demon Extermination Society... well, that can wait until after I have taken my revenge!" As he spoke, he looked towards Li Zhichen.

When this sound echoed, both Yan Shanhu and Lin Dongyun felt goosebumps erupt all over their bodies, their fur standing on end in waves.

Tailoring surveillance was Nayas's greatest specialty; the monitoring device could not only record sound but also observe the surroundings of the target, making it extremely covert.

However, since everyone knew he was the commander-in-chief of the Tsarist Russian army, how could Ji Feng possibly just watch him escape?

Baili Lian was stunned. Ji Xiang must have said something to her this afternoon; otherwise, she wouldn't have asked so earnestly whether his affection for her was genuine. Should he deceive her—trick her into giving him her true heart so he could use it against Ji Xiang?

Li Gengxin walked up to Ah Jing, lowered his head, and stared coldly at her. In just an instant, Ah Jing involuntarily stopped talking.

Upon seeing Gao Wen's figure, Old Madam Xu instantly switched her stern expression into a warm, smiling, and kindly demeanor.

Since half of the city guards were stationed at the City Lord's Mansion, the three of them still had to put in some effort to break in. Guests at the banquet were fleeing in all directions, and those who resisted were executed on the spot. Blood stained the red carpets, and corpses piled up across the floor. Seeing that the situation was turning sour, Liang Yan took Madam Liang's hand and fled toward the back gate, while Ren Chuanyun tore off his wedding robes and brandished a saber to kill the enemy.

When Liang Qinmo's stubborn temper flared up, no one could persuade her; when all was said and done, she and Wei Jingyi were somewhat cut from the same cloth.

If Li Gengxin hadn't let his benevolence get the better of him and shown such indecisiveness—if he had simply knocked that man unconscious or killed him outright—he could have escaped completely.

"He's always like this. He's used to shouting a couple of times at home," Yu said, her face softening for the first time with a rare gentleness and a faint smile as she spoke of Steward Li.

Then, Li Gengxin took out Li Zhaohui's phone, performed a series of operations, and propped it up in a position facing directly toward him.

The first choice might sound like a fantastic answer to the public, but to Li Gengxin, it was clearly far too fake.

"Why don't you ride a horse to his place? I don't have time to take care of you," Ye Shuiyan said impatiently, holding the reins of a steed. It would be fine even if Ye Shengge got kidnapped; vanishing forever would be even better, sparing her from being an eyesore.

She instinctively pulled her wrist back, only to find that Shen Qingqiu was gripping her wrist tightly, making it impossible for her to break free.

"It seems the Fan clan has deep roots in the State of Chu, and their faction has already spread throughout the imperial court?" Fan Li thought casually to himself.

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Marriage was far too distant a concept for him; it had never appeared in his plans nor been envisioned in his future.

Although she had mustered the courage to audition, she was still somewhat afraid of facing everyone's pointing fingers and gossip over a short period.

Fu Hui came from a good family background, was handsome in appearance, and kept himself very disciplined. Before meeting Lin Jiajia, he hadn't even been in a single relationship.

While Yang Hao was still on his way back, Li Heng, Yu Liwei, and the others were already discussing Yang Hao's subsequent training schedule.

His calls wouldn't go through, she blocked him directly on WeChat, restricted his access on Weibo, and even moved to a new home. She had shut him out completely from every possible angle, leaving no room for opportunity.

It was precisely these repeated brushes with death that stimulated his ultimate potential and allowed him to break through realm after realm consecutively.

One reason was that he hadn't controlled his first two steps properly, taking steps that were too long and made it hard to exert force; the second reason was that his start wasn't fluid enough.

Unfortunately, Dijun had never found a way to retrieve the flesh and blood of the Demon Ancestor. He could never have imagined that this opportunity would deliver itself right to his doorstep.

"Not for now, we'll talk when we get there." Mingzhu did not mention her arrangements regarding Cui San to Prince Consort Cui, but instead boarded the carriage directly.

Speaking of which, she truly was a living Lei Feng—worrying about what others didn't worry about and acting with a sense of urgency where others felt none. She was truly, genuinely too kind.

Mingzhu let out two "hehe" laughs, forcibly suppressing a hunger that was driving her to the verge of madness, and turned her gaze toward Aunt Mu, who stood beside the Empress Dowager. Receiving her silent cue, Aunt Mu nodded imperceptibly and gestured toward the north.

"I'll leave you to it, then." Feiyan looked with a smile at the fallen youth, leaped up, and delivered a kick straight to another youth attempting to rescue his companion.

Immediately following that, the blade sliced across Xiyue Ye's left wrist, and nine drops of blood were about to drip down.

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