36 Ever since then, He Si had not been quite himself.

"That would be fine then! I wouldn't have to worry about her. But in reality, she is being coerced, and I must help her," Xiangye replied.

Because he had been focused on administering acupuncture to Muxue, requiring absolute concentration, Jiang Tian had not paid any attention to the beautiful scenery before him.

Yan Yan glared, "Qiao Sizhe, are you courting death?" With a shove, she pushed Qiao Sizhe to the ground.

Upon returning to the hotpot restaurant, he impatiently knocked on Li Yucai's door. Thanks to "Zhao Ming," he knew she hadn't gone to bed yet and was browsing the internet, so he wasn't worried about disturbing her sleep.

Yanyu looked up at him upon hearing this. If not for her uncle telling her that her enemy was his father, she would surely have poured out her life story to him at this very moment. She didn't want to lie to him or hide anything from him, but now... she had to painfully bury everything deep within her heart.

However, they didn't stay long. Qiu Yingle, Zheng Lijun, Vivian, and Lin Qingxia traveled together, embarking on a tour of Europe. Starting from the Czech Republic in Eastern Europe, they swept all the way to Norway in Northern Europe, a journey lasting over ten days.

The snowfall was heavy; pearls as large as beans fell onto the glazed tile roof, pattering and rustling loudly.

Leifeng Pagoda is a very famous landmark by West Lake, renowned for a legend—a legend about a "White Snake Spirit." The legendary story of Lady White has become a household name, further popularized by a hit television series.

Except for infants who couldn't walk and the elderly who were too frail, almost everyone came to catch a glimpse of the bare bottoms.

Xing'er gently closed the door. Hearing the latch, Qin Han turned and looked back at the house. Outside, the wind howled and the rain poured in the dark of night, but inside, the room was bright. He sighed softly, and after a long while, he finally vanished into the rainy night.

However, with the Hongmen now striking with overwhelming force and the deep-seated hatred between the two sides, there was simply no possibility of reconciliation.

He wanted to begin his internal energy cultivation right there, but he realized he was still within the Dragon Clan. If he were to cultivate internal power, he didn't know how much trouble it might invite, so he extinguished the thought and prepared to descend the mountain.

"Next time you see me doing something good, remember to stay far away, or else I certainly won't just bite you once," the man warned, pinching his subordinate's slim waist hard before releasing his iron grip and walking away without looking back.

I didn't know what Chu Mo meant by this, and a flicker of hesitation crossed my face, but Chu Mo smiled with great ease, looking at me very earnestly.

Because he was also the type who only knew how to eat, drink, and be merry, they were lazy and hated work, going to great lengths to join gangs and become someone else's lackeys—wasn't that exactly why they did it?

"Agreements? To hell with agreements! Ao Yu is a dear friend of my Demon Clan, and the Fox Sovereign resides within his true soul; in no way can I allow him to be harmed in the slightest," the Flying Jade Tiger Sovereign roared.

Xu Lang was also ruthless. Three days later, Tang Zhentian would send someone to the estate to tutor Zhiyuan. Xu Lang used these three days to change how Zhiyuan had addressed him for six years.

If one day this steamed bun shop didn't open, the people who bought buns would certainly be unhappy, because it had already become a habit.

In my memory, the Changxing Marquis Mansion only had one son born of a concubine; the other branches did not live with the Changxing Marquis Mansion.

How dared Qian Zou glare at me viciously at a time like this? Damn it, do they think I'm a sick cat just because I don't show my claws?

The setting sun slowly descended, and Liu Bian and his party marched back toward Luoyang, their spirits high as they faced the morning glow.

The Yang family's alignment drew a large number of court officials to stand with the He family. The situation seemed so favorable that some ministers already believed that installing the He family was a done deal.

Zhou Ran was drawn in by a thick atmosphere of gossip. She immediately stopped what she was doing, held her breath, and began to eavesdrop at the door.

It turned out that, just as Mo Shang had originally guessed, Bai Li was not from the Holy Spirit Continent but from the Immortal Realm.

For the next two days, Lu Yu also cultivated, absorbing and refining many spirit stones; his cultivation had neared the late stage of the ninth level of Yuanwu.

Mo Shang snorted coldly and grabbed the top of Zhao Wuji's head. Secretly channeling the Spirit Coffin Earth Lamp, a gray vortex immediately appeared in his palm, within which the Nether Ghost Fire burned fiercely, emitting a powerful suction force that extracted all the zoomorphic mysteries and Yin-Yang laws from Zhao Wuji's body.

The silence was so profound that even Mu Chuchu wondered what Qu Mingxiao was thinking. After going to such great lengths to invite her out for a meal, now that she was actually sitting here, he didn't say a single word.

The redness at the tips of his ears might have been the shyness of a young man; boys at this age, puberty... well... it was understandable.

In the afternoon, Huo Mo woke up. His first thought was to go to the hospital to see Cen Man, Huo Li, and his grandmother. Mother Zhang took Huo Mo to the hospital. Huo Mo had assumed his mother would be busy with work and not at the hospital, but upon arriving, he saw Cen Man lying in the hospital bed.

Yun Tian reached out to take it, lowered his eyes, and opened it. The screen displayed a photo she had secretly taken of him while he was sleeping.

Although Shen Xi was materialistic and had a pile of flaws, she knew that if Shen An continued to act this way, he would eventually ruin the entire family.

Qing Yan sighed in relief. In fact, he was more worried about that Shaoyi of the Qingyang Clan. Xuan Yi's childhood injury had relapsed, which was a fatal wound that should have been certain death. That she had no issues after sleeping for two hundred years meant Shaoyi must have intervened.