Volume One, Chapter Forty-Six: Kneeling in Gratitude, Never Forget Those Who Dig the Well When Drinking Its Water

“Sister Eagle, it was just a small favor!”
“As long as you like it, that's all that matters,” Su Le replied calmly.
“I love it, I truly do!”
“You call me Sister Eagle, so from now on, I'll call you little brother!”
“Is this song really for me?” Sister Eagle asked, her face full of expectation and even a hint of nervousness, fearing Su Le might change his mind.
“Sister Eagle, a promise given is a promise kept!”
“To have you sing a song I wrote is my honor,” Su Le said once more with humility.
“Nonsense…”
“With your talent for original music, the international masters I've met are no better!”
“Little brother, why didn't I meet you sooner…”
“Come on, today…”
Once Lin Ruotong finished speaking, she placed her hand on Lin Xiao’s arm—a gesture that was both comforting and suggestive.
As for tonight’s gathering, if there were still no business opportunities outside, it was likely the event would soon be held again.
The function [Mysterious Treasure] could uncover treasure even where nothing was expected, and sometimes, even in a place with treasure, nothing might be found.
Yun Youran had no idea what the Empress was thinking. And even if she did, she probably couldn’t truly understand the thoughts of someone who had already become a mother.
There, a pair of rainbow-colored floral shorts fluttered in the wind, their softness and breathability standing out distinctly from the stiff clothes beside them.

She felt embarrassed to continue her conversation with Chen Zheng about this topic, so she focused on driving to Mansion No. 8.
Ling Hao hadn’t forgotten that before carrying out this mission, he had his own special training tasks to arrange.
At the fourth station, Ling Hao saw a large number of plainclothes officers there; anyone who entered was captured on the spot.
In the end, the snobbish interviewer dismissed them, Li Guangyao became a salesman, and Xiao He—having been distracted by other matters—forgot all about it until Li Guangyao reminded him.
He guessed that Shen Mengyao might have already returned, maybe even lingered at the door for a while, and, feeling it wasn’t the right moment to appear at the villa, had gone to the lake to pass time.
The fall of such a titan, especially from something as bizarre as a lightning strike, caused a sensation in East Sea Province. While the short-statured merchants of the neighboring country discussed how to report to the higher-ups of the Windward Hall, the Lin family of Dragon Country suddenly launched a full-scale attack against them.
Cheng Xinhang didn’t quite understand what was happening, and couldn’t bear to give up the bracelet to Qin Ran; as if entranced, she reached out, took both items in hand, and stood there, not knowing what to do next. Had these things really been given to her?
Along the way, there were several more “dung bombs,” which disgusted Kimura and his men thoroughly. Even the invading army became jittery; the engineers led the way, advancing cautiously, terrified of stepping on another “dung bomb,” which slowed the marching speed considerably.
Behind him, the Grand Magister of the Scepter Tower, Piru Manino, lay beneath a pure white shroud, quietly bidding farewell to the tumultuous world.
“Where is He Xuewei now?” Before the other side could speak, Feng Xue bluntly asked.
Seeing that the puppets had nearly finished assembling, only the last piece remained—his own position. Lin Feifan continued controlling his puppet to step forward, then bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of virgin blood.
The plural increase mode worked like this: every time, the maximum is ninety thousand points, and it accumulates in an additive way.
“That’s settled then! Go home, eat and drink as usual, and pretend nothing happened.” Li Jie breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand, indicating that was the decision.
Peggy ignored her boyfriend’s attempt at humor, her expression slightly grim, then silently opened the second video clip.
In fact, Feng Xue’s actions strictly speaking were cheating, since the bank’s glass doors were notoriously easy to bump into.
When the time comes, it may shake the entire court, because the crown prince has spent years cultivating power in the palace. Some of the Imperial Guards who protect the emperor could be used by him; the prince also has a thousand personal bodyguards—these are all his tools for usurping the throne.
Even though the words on the light screen were perfectly clear, stating they had successfully claimed the first completion of the “Cursed God Ruins.”
Yet after a day of barely eating, Sakura now only wanted a good meal. She glanced at Aino and Kurama, who were glaring fiercely at Jiraiya, and decisively handed over the task of grilling meat to the pair.

Sakura suddenly lowered her head and stared fiercely at Aino, startling her so much that even the burning pain at the back of her head was forgotten.
Wang Meng could keenly sense the black arrows formed from mist, coming at her one after another.
Ignoring everyone around him, he launched a tirade at Du Yanwan. Tears hung on Du Yanwan’s face, but a dark glint flashed in her eyes—just in time.
The spot where Gaara had been placed was now shrouded in dust. A twisted shadow was surging out of Gaara’s body.
Wang Meng, dressed in a black novice mage robe, turned into a shadow and dove headlong into the Misty Marsh.
The four were struck by the giant palm and instantly enveloped by the aura of death, their bodies quickly consumed by it.
Alchemists are divided into nine ranks; after the seventh, the difficulty increases sharply, and only those with divine-level cultivation can be considered advanced.
Gu Yanqiu removed Qin Huan’s shirt to examine the wound on his chest, but what she saw left her stunned.
Xu Lei, the chubby classmate, was trembling all over, his pudgy face jiggling as if a layer of oil might fall off at any moment.
Ye Qingtang paid no attention to the pleas for mercy from the King of Qi and others; her gaze was fixed solely on the half-open jade door.
The air conditioning in the private room was turned up high, making it warm. Gao Shishi wore light clothing, her cheeks flushed, hair sticking to her face with fragrant sweat, making her look even more alluring.
“Now, we can only give it a try. Otherwise, we’ll all perish in this Bloodbane Array.” Ye Qingtang’s brows furrowed deeply; at this point, all they could do was treat a dead horse as if it were alive.
Originally, these ten or so people were nothing to fear, but as more disciples from the super sects inhaled the strange scent and went mad, they joined the ranks of those ten.
“Sigh, don’t worry. Listen to me. We have four million now. I don’t think staying in a rental apartment is a long-term option, and our profession doesn’t require us to stay in Linhai City, right?” Pan An asked.