37 Boss, I'm so cold.

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In the past, most of these tasks were handled by Miao Jian, his personal attendant. However, ever since Miao Jian left, he had grown accustomed to organizing things himself. After all, having spent so many years together, it was hard to find another servant who shared such a tacit understanding.

Given the current circumstances, returning to the North Garden was undoubtedly the most appropriate course of action. Remaining here offered no advantages and posed a constant threat to his life.

The guards at the Huo residence naturally recognized Huo Chengjun. They were less familiar with Liu Bingyi, but seeing him arrive with her—and noting that he did not look like a palace eunuch—combined with the vague memory of his previous visit to the estate, they were sufficiently impressed. With a nod from Huo Chengjun, they promptly invited them inside, while another guard went to inform Huo Guang.

Once that was settled, I hurriedly carried Ma Wulong into the hospital lobby. After a brief examination by the medical staff, they rushed him into the operating room.

It was hard to blame her; Jupiter was as elusive as a ghost, and his expression colder than a glacier of ten thousand years.

The next morning, Lin Yin, accompanied by the monk Xuanqing and the master and disciple Qingyuzi, set out toward the north. They were currently in Lushan County, Henan, quite close to the Yellow River. Qingyuzi intended to follow the river to the sea and then head south back to Danzhou.

Lin Yin could clearly hear the conversation between the three people outside. She vaguely understood that An Qingxu intended to commit patricide and fratricide to seize the throne, which struck her as utterly absurd and ridiculous. Yet, realizing that she had overheard such confidential matters, she feared her chances of leaving were slim, and her heart felt desolate.

Madame Dong stood to the side, covering her mouth to hide a proud smile. Everyone had always called her precious son a wastrel, but it seemed those wayward days were merely the mischief of youth; now that he had grown up, was he not showing his potential?

Fang Ting let out a silly laugh, then sat on the bed to light a cigarette, gazing out the window with a mournful look in her eyes.

Fate, it was all fate. It was as if a pair of hands behind the veil of life controlled human destiny. The gears of fate turned silently and ground ruthlessly, crushing people’s longings and stirring up painful memories of the past.

Xuan Potian sat cross-legged on the ground, a long sword thrust into the earth beside him, immersed in a mental rehearsal of sword techniques.

By all accounts, with Gu Han’s current cultivation and combat prowess, he could walk unchallenged in any minor kingdom, and even in the most powerful kingdoms, he would be considered a top-tier expert.

The one who had promised to protect her for a lifetime was now across the ocean, on the other side of the globe. Even if their hearts were close, he could not help her solve her current predicament. Moreover, she did not want to rely on him for everything and cause him worry.

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Murong Qiufeng was momentarily dazed, while Youxiang and Yuntian were left bewildered by his startling words.

"No, that’s not right. Zhongyi, I just remembered something. You mentioned earlier that the wizard in that painting might be that withered, mysterious old man, right?" Jenny asked, her eyes wide.

Yan Chenchen sensed Mo Wanli’s gaze and felt deeply uncomfortable, for it was a look of pity. He detested such expressions; he had no need for anyone’s sympathy.

Fan Tianluo cursed inwardly once more. This fellow knew that these things were her greatest weakness; he truly was a suspicious man.

"Since that is the case, why not let us understand your true purpose?" Zhao Yan looked at Zhang Lingjun and asked.

After spinning around eight or nine times and coming to a stop, Lan Duoduo lay sprawled on the ground in an 'X' shape, motionless. She was so dizzy the whole world looked like gold. She had no idea where the bell in her hand had gone, and something in her bosom began to squirm and crawl out.

As expected, even though the spirit realm was not yet full, being forced to divide half of his spiritual power meant that his absorption speed was now more than twice as fast as before. Before he knew it, Lin Chen’s cultivation had broken through.

This was also related to the breakthrough in his mental strength. As his personal power increased, the Spirit Master’s need for sleep would gradually decrease. Once a certain level was reached, meditation could completely replace sleep.

With the conclusion of this assembly, the morale of the entire town, which had been somewhat low, surged instantly. Every commoner and soldier was filled with determination. No one needed to be urged to work; everyone became earnest and diligent.

In the evening, at the hotel restaurant, Qin Hao booked a table to treat Lin Xun to dinner. There were five or six dishes—very ordinary, simple, and plain.

His popularity was now far greater than Wu Fan’s at his peak. Every move he made landed on the trending topics, let alone working as a director to film a movie.

"My son should not interfere in this matter, but since it concerns the life of my child, I truly do not know what to do."

"What use is that wretched place? The key is the purification technology for snow salt!" Campbell said with a cold snort.

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"Father, tell me, is Mother still alive?" The original owner of the body began to cry. General An turned back, and as the original owner followed him through the door, General An sat down.

It is said that this Netherese language was created during the Arcane Empire by great arcanists who combined Draconic, Elvish, and Celestial, crafting a language suitable for human mages.

Could the strength of a human wrist actually reach such a level? The Japanese and Western reporters were utterly shocked: Was this the power of those mysterious superhumans?

Slung diagonally across Jiang Fan’s body was a canvas bag, bulging and stuffed. Inside was the money he had borrowed from Luo Ze and the others today—not ten thousand, but thirty thousand.

"Dean John, why have you come back? Is there something you need to instruct us on?" the nurse in charge of reception in the first-floor lobby asked.

Lin Fei couldn't be bothered with him and prepared to get in his car and leave. Encountering such a meddlesome person was truly troublesome.

This man was none other than the old man from before. He had covered a distance of over ten kilometers in less than ten minutes—what exactly was his strength?

Realizing this, Shitian Jiao and the others were left both dumbfounded and amused. At the same time, they felt a sliver of pity for the Blood Commander. Of all the people he could have encountered, he had to run into this young man whom even they had to treat with deference.

Ye Wudao cupped his hands in a salute to Niu Die offstage, and Niu Die nodded at him with a smile. The man was also wearing a tuxedo today and looked quite spirited. Although they had started as enemies, they had now become friends and foes alike.

"If you have the legal authority to arrest me, I wouldn't mind being judged," Xiao Fei said calmly.

Taking advantage of the clear, mild weather, Su Wu spent his time digging three subterranean dwellings along the hillside where he lived. The roofs were constructed from sturdy timber and covered with thick earth, with solid wooden gate frames; they were sturdy and heavy.