Plan 36

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Early winter had arrived, and though all things appeared desolate, the season held a unique charm. The two of them were enjoying a stroll by the lake when, quite unexpectedly, the first snow of the year began to fall.

"Haha, well then, I won't refuse. I really haven't had breakfast yet," Doctor Zhou replied, putting aside any pretense of formality.

"Listen until I finish," the old man asked Zhao Zixian. "You only know of the koi that leap over the Dragon Gate to transform into dragons, soaring straight into the heavens. But there are only a few dozen each year. What happens to all the koi that fail to make the leap?"

"It wasn't until I met Zhao Zixian that I realized how pathetic my own strength was. I want to have more self-preservation skills for my next mission; I don't want to fail, and I certainly don't want to die," Ming Ke said, her logic sound.

The warrior's power was spent, and he plummeted toward the earth unprotected. Xiang Ye rushed forward to catch him, but he had no way to slow their descent.

In the ordinary prison cells, the sounds of complaints and laments faded, and the voices of Mother Xu and the others gradually drifted into the distance.

The three of them began to bustle about in the kitchen. They were busy making beer-duck hot pot—a beer-duck hot pot that could truly trim away a beer belly. Of course, Yan Hong had already had the head chefs and sous-chefs prepare the ingredients and seasonings.

One must understand that carving a piece of jade into a finished object requires a series of meticulous procedures. If the work is rushed, it might take three to five days, but for fine craftsmanship, it is perfectly normal for a single piece to take three to five months.

"I told Matron Liu to urge you to rest well; it wouldn't have been too late to come another day. Why did you rush over in such a hurry?" Lady Xuan took her hand and made her sit by her side.

"Alright, alright, Shuang'er. Since your grandfather won't let us leave through the main gate, there must be another way." Seeing that Shuang'er had agreed to leave no matter what, Yin Wan felt relieved. The only thing she wanted now was to carry out her plan early and avenge Shuang'er's father; then, she could die without regrets.

As for that silly girl Feng Lingyu, she truly showed no partiality to her own kin. Perhaps she hadn't put any thought into the matter at all—anyone with a desire to enter the palace was simply allowed in.

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The young man followed it, not knowing how long or how far he had run. It was likely around midnight when the seven-horned monster zipped into an earthen hole in the mountainside.

He hoped no one nearby had noticed; otherwise, they would likely mistake him for a drug addict in the throes of withdrawal.

Meng Changye did not know why Lin Yan spoke that way, nor did he understand what had passed between Lady Yin and Lin Yan, but he believed Lady Yin was not the ruthless, vicious person Lin Yan made her out to be. Caught between Lin Yan's resistance and Lady Yin's entreaties, Meng Changye was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

"Having courage that exceeds that of ordinary people is certainly a good thing, but if one does not know how to judge the situation, it only leads to harming others and oneself," Zhang Jing remarked.

At this moment, Angel was in such an incredibly awkward situation in front of the crowd. Was she really supposed to take out her phone right there in public, dial Yi Yang's number, and say, "I want to break up with you"?

After Special Assistant Liu finished his report, he saw that the President had no intention of dismissing him, so he stood stock-still, waiting for Long Zhanting to speak.

Merchants prioritize profit. Having filled their coffers, they were now feeling quite smug, convinced that their investments and fifteen years of painstaking effort had not been in vain.

Master Yu’s deep hypnosis was always like this; if people told him to move his left foot, he would move his left foot, and if they told him to move his right, he would move his right—he was nothing more than a puppet.

"Go to hell..." The tip of the blade was nearly upon Dong Zhuo, reaching him in an instant. Wu Fu could not help but reveal a look of surprise, a sound like the roar of a beast erupting from his throat.

"You’re the type who wishes the money deposited into your salary card every month would never be touched. Why would you be willing to spend it on a wedding now?" Huang Fu’s recent actions were somewhat abnormal. Li San immediately suspected he was getting married; otherwise, someone as frugal as him would never spend his savings.

Once in the taxi, she couldn't wait to pull out her phone and dial Nuo Mingyu’s number, casting a cold glance at the unconscious Ouyang Yingqi.

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He had lived for more than half a century and had never heard of a mirror that could see a hundred miles away. If such a thing truly existed and were placed here, wouldn't it attract crowds of onlookers? When that time came, there would be no need to worry about a lack of business.

He ordered the Ministry of Military Affairs to discuss how to reassign personnel based on the new requirements, but before that, the details of the rewards had to be finalized. Once the troops returned in triumph, it would be a matter of action, not just empty words. Thus, Tianqi rushed back to the palace to discuss the funding with the Empress.

"Oh no, it’s Jia Jing!" Yu Sheng realized it was Jia Jing's mental energy. He grabbed his Twin Flying Blades and bounded toward the magic teleportation array, but before he could finish chanting the teleportation spell, Jia Jing’s mental energy returned and swept over him.

Since nightfall, he felt as if the sky had lowered by a few feet out of thin air. The oppressive atmosphere pressed down on his heart like a stone, leaving him inexplicably agitated.

Huanyue was a person who needed love, so he gave her special love; Yueru was a lonely person, so he gave her daily joy; Qingxue Piaoluo was a person in need of help, so he gave her special assistance.

"Yes!" Being soldiers themselves, the display by these people in the military academy had long since infuriated Dong Zhuo's personal guards. Hailing from Xiliang, these guards had fought through blood and carnage alongside Dong Zhuo; the fierce, intimidating aura they radiated forced the soldiers of the Upper Military Academy to involuntarily clear a path for them.

Long Jun took a deep breath, trying his best to calm his heart, before continuing to focus intently on twisting the silver needle.

Once discovered, it would be a matter of life and death, but they simply couldn't stop themselves. One time, after being caught by the latter, they thought they were done for, but to their surprise, the latter acted as if nothing had happened and simply walked on by.