40. Who Confesses Like That?

Her originally shoulder-length hair was swept back, revealing a delicate face, with a few strands naturally falling over her shoulders, adding a touch of lazy elegance.

Somebody had stepped on the candied hawthorn stick; the bright red fruits were stained with a layer of gray, losing their glossy, crystalline appearance.

Having never seen them react with such intensity before, Cui Qingxue also wanted to see what was written on the card.

Clearly, she had not been all that good to her, frequently giving her the cold shoulder. From her perspective, having a mother like her or not having one seemed to make very little difference.

"In these steamed buns of yours, is the white one milk-flavored, the red one made with brown sugar, the yellow one corn, and the green one spinach?" Lü Caixia asked.

"I'll take you to try on the gowns right now," Luna said as she made a U-turn and drove off in the opposite direction.

After taking a shower, Sheng Kuang felt much more awake. With a towel draped over his head to dry his hair until it stopped dripping, he walked over to the bed, reached out an arm, and picked up his phone.

Whether by coincidence or not, the moment Tiantian opened her door, Bai Chu, who lived right next door, also stepped out and let out a stretch.

"What on earth is going on here? That elixir actually possesses such miraculous effects?" someone couldn't help asking, clearly contemplating whether to acquire one just in case of an emergency.

He took out some more tools that looked extremely precise yet differed from earthly elements, and resumed his repairing work.

It was Ji Jingyuan. He had constantly been searching for Ji Tingye's Achilles' heel, even going so far as to have his own wife, Wen Chuyi, approach Ji Tingye.

A battle was underway overhead, and Su He was in no position to help. The members of the Formless Sword Sect had all arrived on flying swords and were at least at the Spirit Opening realm; Su He's intervention would only invite attacks and disrupt Qingyuan's rhythm.

No longer able to worry about Commander Tianlang, the City Lord of Tianmen had no choice but to face the fury of the two beast kings with all his might, exchanging blows while simultaneously communicating with them through spiritual force.

Her existence was incomplete, and her comprehension of the Great Dao had long surpassed her current realm. Unfortunately, her physical body could not condense the Great Dao, leaving her stuck at the Fourth Realm Immortal Venerable stage without a single inch of progress.

"Master, what on earth is going on? How could my heart be gone, and why was I completely unaware of it?" Xu Ye still found it hard to accept.

The others looked at him in silence, able to roughly guess that Fellow Daoist Ge's dragon-turtle disciple probably had an unstable state of mind with a vulnerability, and Fellow Daoist Ge was at a loss as to what to do.

However, Bai Yanyan only held thirty percent of the shares, five percent less than her own, while the remaining portion was scattered among various shareholders.

Yet Bai Yue'er was still a minor and could never win arguments with them on this matter, so she simply stopped returning home and lived directly at the school.

"The organizers are Japanese, but the majority of the members are young people from our own country," Cuckoo said.

In the back kitchen, although the ingredients for the gold-wrapped silver, lotus-pod stuffed fish, and green-stream soup had already been prepared by Qi Hao in the morning, he was still spinning in circles over the next few dozen minutes without a single moment to rest, and didn't even have time to clear some of the tables.

"Mister, smoking is not allowed in the school," a teacher emerged from the classroom to stop Wei Renwu.

I do not know how much time passed, but eventually everything was packed up, and it was time for me to leave. Just like when I first arrived, I hoisted my gaming helmet onto my back, pulled a large black roller suitcase stuffed with clothes, and prepared to depart.

Just as Bai Yi was letting his imagination run wild, Zhao Fanfang lowered her binoculars during a momentary pause in the field preparations, cast a scathing side-eye at Bai Yi, and left him sweating profusely. Good grief, he had just been despised like that; truly, Bai Yi really wanted to explain the other meaning of a ricochet to Zhao Fanfang.

It was Wei Renwu's first time in Beijing, but this first impression did not leave him with a fond memory. Before coming to Beijing, he had always thought Chengdu was the city with the worst smog, but upon arriving in Beijing, he realized how shallow his experience truly was.

Xu Nian was Yue Ming's person, and He Shen was currently there as well... so asking him for a favor was a perfectly normal thing to do.

While his wishful thinking clicked away like rapid-fire abacus beads, I depressedly tossed my phone aside and lay down on my side.

Hearing this, I hurriedly grabbed a piece and shoved it into my mouth. The nectar was fragrant upon entry, salty yet sweet, crisp and juicy, tender and fresh—truly more delicious than anything my father made himself.

Thick swarms of fierce ghosts hovered around Qingxi Village, their boundless resentment and yin energy shrouding the settlement. The sun was blocked out, and come nightfall, supernatural encounters occurred with alarming frequency within the village.

Holding the red silk ribbon, the bride and groom walked together through the main gates of Prince Jin's mansion. The bride's shoes stepped over the brazier, and the moment her feet touched the ground, she suddenly felt her footing slip. Had Shan Liancheng not caught her hand and steadied her in time, she undoubtedly would have landed squarely sitting inside the brazier.

"Regardless of whether you reach a conclusion, I certainly will not let this rest," Fern Jerome knew he was at a disadvantage; though filled with reluctance, he was forced to swallow his pride.

Sun Wukong's shout had been quite loud, startling Tang Seng out of a sound sleep. Blinking his hazy eyes open, he saw Sun Wukong brandishing the Golden-Hooped Rod and striking straight down at him.

He reached up to grab his own face, tearing at it frantically as if trying to claw his way out of this nightmarish reality.

"It's a pity the aura isn't stable enough... I don't know why either; it should have been a supreme-grade Dharma artifact, but something must have gone wrong somewhere... Never mind, I didn't plan on keeping it anyway. Whatever happens, let's just sit back and watch the show," Zuo Feibai said.

Naturally, for a trial-taker, as long as they weren't dead, injuries could eventually heal. But the question on Wei Liang's mind now was how to break the Four-Pillars Formation and push further ahead.

Si Hanyu shook his head. "Not necessarily. There is still room for its value to appreciate. Besides..." At this point, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.

Tang Wanru felt extremely nervous. She knew just how exceptional this man was, and she was even more certain that if she could spend her lifetime with such a man, her life would not have been lived in vain.