49 Jinjiang Literature City 49

Rong Jin shook off her hand, intending to leave. Having finally found him, how could Shengge let him go like this? She reached out to hook her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoes, and proactively pressed her lips against his.

The man pressed his lips together in silence and merely shifted his body slightly, causing the blanket that had been draped over his legs to slide down with his movement.

"Guard Yin, please convey my apologies to the Princess," Zhen Zitao said, raising his head and shouting toward Zi Yin's retreating back.

Fu Hengzhi shook his head, his gaze darkening. "Not for the time being." He would handle everything properly before having his family members come over.

A white jade cup flew past the top of Lan Zijie's head with a whiz, sending a sudden shudder across his scalp.

To be honest, I really couldn't comprehend how such a massive palace could be built suspended in mid-air. Could it be that more than ten thousand years ago, humanity had already mastered anti-gravity technology?

Biyu did not dare to come and check on Bai Zhi until Sima Jinghong had left. Seeing that Bai Zhi was still asleep, she chose not to disturb her and instead slipped out quietly.

Mo Lan lay on the ground, panting heavily. Having just killed a tiger, she was covered in wounds and lingering on the verge of death.

The sensation of alternating between freezing ice and blazing fire gradually faded, leaving Chu Cangyan with a surging, inexhaustible reservoir of strength within his body.

However, no sooner had this thought popped into his mind than the giant blood-red frog violently spat a mouthful of foul, bloody mire toward the sacrificial altar. It rushed forward like a torrential flood, causing everyone to panic and huddle together nervously, shrinking back behind the altar.

Although this realm spanned only a few hundred miles in circumference, if one failed to comprehend the power of space, one could swim until death and still never find the boundary.

The shadow clones searched everywhere for the existence of Nether Soul Stones and Soul Infant Flowers, while conveniently scouting out the locations of the nether spirits for Fang Hao.

Although Fu Anruo was wearing a standardized racing suit, her face was simply too striking for anyone to forget. Mu Changning walked forward and cheerfully waved at her.

Fang Hao had no intention of keeping this matter from Long Xi. After all, the person who traded the demons with Fang Hao knew Jiang Xuanying, and Jiang Xuanying might already be aware of it.

"Just take it," Xiao Hong said, her lips twitching. In her heart, she had long known that this woman was calculating, good at reading people's expressions, and always ready to trim her sails according to the wind.

It was common knowledge among the aristocratic families in the capital that Lin Jiayi was fond of Prince Cheng. Initially, due to the gap in their social standing, no one said much—she would at best enter the Prince's Manor as a secondary consort. However, after trouble struck the Empress's maternal family, the collateral branch of the Lin family was elevated into prominence.

Over the past two years, relying on his exquisite makeup skills, he had wandered through various cities without a single person recognizing him. He had even smoothly handled police interrogations on several occasions, which made him somewhat complacent to the point that he did not even carry a weapon for self-defense.

Third Master Tang pressed his lips together with a gloomy expression, instantly silencing the Third Mistress. Linking her arm through his with a sullen look, she followed him into the Prince's Manor.

From the moment he awakened the Pupils of Truth, there were only two kinds of people in his eyes: those who ought to be arrested and those who ought to be killed.

Once his rationality returned, he rubbed the space between his brows and glanced sideways in the direction where Zhang Haoran had long since vanished without a trace.

Yuan Qiu originally could not fathom why Shang Xia continued to advance despite knowing the immense danger ahead. Yet, watching himself fall behind Shang Xia once more due to a moment of hesitation, a jolt went through his heart, and he hurriedly rushed to catch up.

Zhang Mingchang raised his kitchen knife and slashed toward Deng. His wife lunged forward and grabbed onto him desperately, while Deng panicked and dodged, instinctively grabbing the bedside lamp and smashing it directly at Zhang's head. Zhang instinctively tilted his head to the side to avoid it, and the lamp crashed into the wall with a loud bang, shattering into pieces.

"Many thanks for Sister's concern," Shen Jing's voice was flat, devoid of the warmth she used to show Liang Yicong.

He was A-Jiu from the St. Filbert family on the outskirts of Azure City. Lan Xi had always called him Ninth Aunt, and he was also the Third Young Master's own aunt.

Holding the hard-earned Longevity-Sustaining Divine Pill in his hand, Han Feng began to ponder how he should make his choice after his spiritual awakening.

"This subordinate thanks the Young Master on behalf of Qingyu first." Huan Cheng's typically stern face actually softened by a few fractions.

In truth, calling her a child at her age was not inaccurate, but because she had to look after herself, she forced herself to act like a mother. Throughout the journey, she had been extremely mindful of her words and deeds, unlike this moment of unguarding.

After Chen Xu nodded in agreement, Xie Lan finally put down the woven bag she was carrying, took out an apron, gloves, and grease-cleaning supplies from inside, and headed into the kitchen.

With the electric-arc-crackling Feiyu Thunder God Glaring Mace in hand, Han Feng faced the thousand-degree heat of the Primordial Void level without a trace of fear.

This jackal was probably overfed, its belly bulging roundly, making it the only one left lingering outside the cave. It paced back and forth restlessly near the entrance, seemingly trying to digest the excess food in its stomach.

With the help of his reconnaissance bees, Lu Yu successfully targeted the other enemy sniper ahead of time. As the two fired in succession, Lu Yu immediately concealed himself after shooting, but the enemy sniper was not nearly as fortunate.

Yet, this was ultimately someone else's family affair, and she had only happened to run into Yunbao today. Fortunately, Yunbao had now been taken away by his tyrant father, which set her mind at ease.

The matters within the underground city remained unresolved, and now another crisis had emerged, weighing heavily on his heart.

A good singer can be much more than just a singer; there is entirely room for development in film and television. Li Bai possessed a decent image, and transitioning from singing to acting was by no means impossible.