Are you trying to get me to date you?

After a short while, Daba was no longer under control. He staggered unsteadily for a brief moment before collapsing to the ground.

"Brother Jiang Yue, matters of the heart concern your lifelong happiness; you must be very cautious." Jiang Xiaoxiao knew that the heavy burden of the Jiang family rested squarely on Jiang Yue's shoulders, and he could not simply choose his life as he pleased. Yet, as his younger sister, she wished for his happiness above all else.

However, there is a saying that the moon is roundest on the sixteenth day of the lunar month, even if it is the fifteenth, so it is bound to be one of the two.

The boss finally gave up, and the man rushed out of the hospital in high spirits, completely oblivious to the fact that the actual boss was the one stepping up to take his place.

Picking up another silver needle, Uncle Zhang gently turned back the flesh around the wound. Seeing that the color inside was normal, he breathed a sigh of relief. He lit the oil lamp beside the bed, passed the silver needle back and forth over the flame a few times, threaded it, and began to stitch up the young man's wound.

"What do we have to talk about?" Yan Xiaoxiao felt an inexplicable wave of tension. She felt as though she could not even breathe freely in his presence.

With that, Guo Fu began to eat voraciously, and within just a few minutes, he had nearly finished everything.

Having spent the outside time entangled with those people, Yu Hu was drenched in foul sweat. He tugged at the collar of his tunic and sniffed himself, feeling a slight sense of disgust even from his own smell.

Quite a few people chimed in with agreement. Qingrang lifted the dark green hem of her skirt and stepped across the threshold, and the room instantly fell silent.

Just now, Lin Tianrao had merely been testing the waters. He had initially thought this monster was quite weak, not realizing it had a few tricks up its sleeve. When he threw his first punch, he had used only one percent of his strength. Yet he never expected the monster to be so arrogant as to mistake his restraint for actual power.

"Sister, you can rest assured. In this Undead Ancient City, Jiang Wei wouldn't dare to make a move," Wu Feng said with a smile.

William angrily said to Sunday, "Is there a telephone in the cabin? If so, please dial it for me."

The brightly shining Leo constellation icon clearly displayed their exact current location.

Things proceeded much as Moxi had anticipated. With decisive efficiency, he sent Wei Wei to prison and then came to propose marriage to Lin's father and mother.

Prior to this, the Beckett she knew existed solely as the male protagonist in Worth's stories, which, in Mera's view, inevitably contained elements of exaggeration.

Whoever wanted to fight could go ahead; in any case, he had made up his mind that no matter what conditions William offered, he would never agree.

A blood-stained cheek, a calm tone, and Beckett delivered those words without any superfluous explanations or gestures.

"How should I put it? A heartbroken man is never in a good state. If he doesn't fall into depression, we can consider Qingzhou strong," Shen Hai said, and at that, he actually chuckled.

"Ah-Yu, there's nothing pressing here for the moment. You should go back and change into dry clothes before coming back," Zhou Jin said, glancing at her slightly damp hem and shoes.

Glancing at the time on the dashboard—half-past two in the morning—Mera urged Beckett to get into the car, a gleam of anticipation shining brightly in her expressive eyes.

Of course, the most crucial data came from future eras, detailing plans for how those European industrial nations would progress.

Among the elders of any aristocratic family in the capital, not a single one was truly kind-hearted. The smiles they wore on the surface were merely masks, and when a genuine, raging fury erupted, it would transform into the most merciless and cold-blooded blade.

However, at this moment, Ling's competitive spirit had been completely ignited by Li Mingqiu. Even if he had to drink—he would finish this fight first! Surrender was a word that had never once appeared in the dictionary of his life.

Having figured this out, Xu Xiao was not discouraged. On the contrary, he felt that this set of sword-control techniques was truly miraculous. Even if he could not fly on a sword as he had imagined, merely mastering the art of flying swords would be enough to make countless people in the paranormal community regard it with awe and covetousness as a legendary feat.

Upon hearing this, Liu Qingshan almost spat out his drink. You're a member of the Dragon Team, aren't you? How could you possibly be this lazy?

Yet now, even if he did not want to, he had to do it. To truly merge as one with Su Rouniang—only in this way could their souls fuse completely and unleash the most formidable power of his true form. Mere physical intimacy was no longer enough to halt the invasion of the demonic seed's power.

Xu Xiao hesitated, ultimately deciding not to mention seeing Ling Mengyun inside the world of the painting. Lin Wanqiu did not know Ling Mengyun, and bringing her up would inevitably lead to a lengthy explanation.

By the end, her voice had lowered to a near-whisper, her eyes slowly closing as she drifted into a deep sleep.

Neither of them bickered as they used to; instead, they maintained this ambiguous posture, quietly watching television and serenely feeling each other's heartbeats—a sweetness too profound to be shared with outsiders.

Perhaps it was the combined effect of the spiritual field, wood-element abilities, spiritual dew, and spiritual spring water, but the cotton balls that burst open this time were visibly much superior to the ones Ming Xi had brought.

The spiritual sea, which had previously dried up, was replenished with spiritual energy once more, resembling a brimming lake. Ripples stirred upon its surface, spreading outward in successive waves from the very center. The speed of the ripples grew increasingly fierce until they churned into towering waves across the lake's surface, and finally, a pillar of spiritual energy surged straight up into the sky.

According to the information she had gathered from her past life, the ancient sword cultivator's legacy grotto-heaven was located in a perilous region. Without Foundation Establishment cultivation, even taking detoxifying pills would only mitigate the miasma of dark yin, failing to withstand the bone-chilling yin force within.

Although Cao Xuefang did not like her, and might even look down upon the gifts she bought, everyone else had prepared presents, and she could not afford to be left out. Furthermore, given her current relationship with Shen Hanshi, she hoped Cao Xuefang would accept her sooner rather than later.

The director's anger was not unjustified. Who was Yu Qingyang? Behind her stood the entire Yushi Group; she was a billionaire heiress. The reason she accepted a low salary was simply because she did not rely on this for a living—she genuinely loved acting and portraying characters.

In the next second, ferocity, cruelty, and mockery flashed through the eyes of that agile figure, who then leaped forward, darting toward Shan Huai like a flash of lightning.

This person wore a glazed golden robe and had jet-black hair. Though fierce gales raged around him, he remained entirely motionless. Around him, space shattered continuously like foam, resembling layer upon layer of genuine worlds where countless living beings flickered into existence and vanished into oblivion, while surging laws collapsed and transformed into raging flames.

The selection trials were subject to nationwide supervision, backed by a robust and comprehensive system featuring transparent, public pathways. The ordinary people of Lanyang could easily evaluate the strength of every single member of the Seven Masters of Lanyang.

"I'm ashamed of your behavior." Every single syllable was clenched tightly through her teeth, stopping just short of outright scolding him for acting like a scoundrel toward her.

"Old servant isn't quite sure when exactly it happened; I just heard it from the people over at that estate," Lai Sheng said, looking somewhat surprised that Jia Qing had not heard the news.

Every time, he would simply greet Captain Li, unlike today, where he forcefully usurped the seats of other spectators.