From now on, I'll call you Big Smart.

Regardless of who became the ruler of the Ghost Realm, they had to sign certain treaties and agree to specific conditions with them for the sake of the Ghost King's Seal. However, my appearance completely disrupted this status quo.

Mofu struggled to crawl up, but her legs were weak and her back ached; forget about coaxing a child, even getting out of bed was a major challenge.

"Alright, Grandpa." Xu Mingan had previously thought Grandpa Wang was a wonderful person, but now it seemed that faces could be deceiving even if hearts remained unknown.

At this moment, let alone summoning Han Lu and his party, he couldn't even gather his own spiritual energy, so how could he possibly save Mofu?

"I transferred to the senior year of high school. Due to my needs, I chose to skip a grade," Ji Yunxi replied with a smile. The other person was a former classmate; although they hadn't spoken much, they could at least exchange greetings when meeting.

The man couldn't feel the pain in his back at all. The slaps merely jolted him into a slightly clearer state, though his consciousness remained hazy and adrift in the clouds.

To take a step back, even if Chuchu were not the biological daughter of Empress Shangguan, why would the Empress have gone to such great lengths to bring her back? What was her underlying motive?

Mi Yong couldn't even be bothered to argue. Contradictions were universal—did not everyone have disputes with others? Was one supposed to beg him?

Old Lyon didn't mind the dark expressions of the Windsor family members standing behind Old Brown, but Guderian could not afford to ignore them. If they were truly provoked to the point of action, the situation at the scene would become even more chaotic.

Gu Qingnian, unaware that Xu Zhu had secretly learned to be mischievous, shook her head. She had thought Xu Zhu would demand something substantial, only for it to be nothing more than this.

Yet, as she was right now, seeking revenge on the Zhao family and serving as a stumbling block for the Hu sisters was clearly beyond her capabilities. Rong Lan stared anxiously at the sky; at this juncture, her top priority was to hide at home, feign pity, and wait for news from Zhuzhou. However, she truly detested being locked up in the courtyard day in and day out like a mushroom.

"Very well, since you are Yang Qishi's disciple, I will trust you just this once." Naturally, Han Qiye had never trusted Yang Qishi; their personal matters would have to be addressed later.

He paused for a moment, then said in a relaxed tone, "My lady, look at this long, desolate night fraught with dangers on all sides. Naturally, I must find some amusement..." Amusement? Did this amusement... refer to divination, or to her? Could this fellow be deliberately teasing her, just to watch her put on a serious face while spouting nonsense?

She witnessed the laws of nature: scorching heat and bitter cold, the strong preying on the weak. She also saw the other side of nature—the ocean embracing a hundred rivers, which represented her grandfather's spirit of "tolerance."

Old Madame Lü had always held a favorable impression of Madame Qin, née Ning, not only because of her distinguished and noble birth, but also because Ning's demeanor and actions were graceful and gentle, and she showed her the utmost respect. She had never expected that this incident would reveal her true character beneath the surface.

He had already told Tang Lin to leave this place, yet Tang Lin still insisted on continuing to wander around. This baffled him completely, but unable to stop him, he could only drag his listless body along behind Tang Lin, yawning step by step as they walked.

Even if there weren't two, there should be at least one, which would amount to twenty Dao patterns. Across the entire cultivation world, there would hardly be any rival left!

The next day, Madame Zhao brought the items prepared for her two sisters-in-law and headed to the Ministry of Punishments prison. Carrying the token given by Hu Jiagui, the chief jailer recognized at a glance that it had been authorized by the Marquis of Anguo, so he raised no difficulties and directly led her inside.

For anyone, a separation by mutual consent was a major event. Even if Qin Xianniang did not show it outwardly, her inner grief could not be concealed from someone experienced like Li Jingyi. She also advised Lady Lan to let go, allowing Qin Xianniang to leave everyone's sight and spend a couple of tranquil years, and wait until the matter blew over before returning to the manor with little You.

To his surprise, Mengzhu did not arrive in Yunzhou as scheduled because Shi Keyun had intercepted Mengzhu's family halfway.

The moment his voice fell, several battered armored vehicles behind him roared to life, slowly crawling upward along the gentle slope. Liang Zhaodong and several companions erupted with golden light around their bodies, transforming into streaks of rainbow light as they charged directly into the valley.

Yuan Xiuyuan had seen the plump maid before and could only offer a wry smile at her disdainful expression, but when he laid eyes on Cheng Lulu, the look of stunned admiration in his eyes was unmistakable.

Behind him, the two-meter-square solid wall directly opposite had no defensive firepower deployed. Two thick, door-shaped alloy panels retracted to both sides and then swiftly snapped shut. At the same time, a towering black giant over one hundred and ninety centimeters tall appeared before Zhao Gan.

"My heart is in complete turmoil; I always feel like something is about to happen!" Song Daou lifted his bloodshot eyelids, emptied the ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts, and finally voiced the doubt weighing on his mind.

The dim sun sinks heavily toward the mountains, and evening birds chatter as they enter the imperial park. At twilight, after enjoying the remaining sights, the imperial carriage turns back, while I still remember dismissing a hundred pieces of gold to aid the common folk.

"What happened, Mengzhu?" He reached out to stroke her face. Her skin was icy cold. She hadn't let the Young Marshal's mansion driver pick her up and must have taken a rickshaw back instead. With such fierce winds outside, how could she not be cold?

Yet she had never imagined that while she could abandon a happy home for his sake, in the end, he would tell her that she was nothing more than a plaything to him.

Ye Chengzhi looked at her with a helpless expression and could only nod in agreement. The two exchanged a smile, temporarily forgetting all their troubles in the moonlit, clear night.

The May sun was somewhat dazzling, and her mind went entirely black, leaving her with only the desire to sleep on indefinitely. With this thought, she slowly collapsed toward the ground. Ru Si saw her swaying form and hurried over to catch her.

Beyond that, even if Wu Jinxiong went to the hospital for examination and treatment, there was simply no way to eliminate the bumpy nodules on his face.

Because she had to prove that, regardless of the circumstances, she needed to demand justice for this child.

He was well aware that the Beacon Group was whitewashing itself, transferring all illicit income to the name of the First Terrorist Organization, executing a covert strategy of swapping beams with rotten pillars. They still extracted a cut from the transactions, which in no way affected their mutual ties.

Until the medicinal potency in the elder sister's body was cleansed, wherever she went, she would ultimately be drawn right back to Helian Chun's side.

The primordial imperial spirit of Taixuan was reincarnated as Ying Zheng. He had known about this jade slip ever since Ying Yiren carved it, which was why he had not accepted it then.

A flash of crimson light directly pierced the back of a master from the Green Mountain Sect. The expert stiffened, his eyes wide with fury, and he died filled with bitter reluctance.

Yet Zhang Zibin stubbornly insisted that she had attempted to defile him—this was an utter insult to his personal dignity.

Perhaps Chen Zixiang's straightforwardness had moved Li Boguan, or perhaps she simply favored Chen Zixiang's attitude. After hearing those words, Li Boguan nodded.

A moment later, an exasperated nurse hurried over, tracing the noise directly to this spot. Yet when she arrived, the surroundings were astonishingly quiet, though she had no intention of letting the matter drop so easily.