63 Jinjiang Literature City 63

(1/3) However, come to think of it, Mengyuan had also become unusually jealous at some point, turning into a veritable jar of vinegar.

"Oh? What makes my elder brother say that?" Li Pojun asked, his brow twitching. It was true that Tibet would eventually become a grave menace to the Tang Dynasty, repeatedly harassing its borders for centuries and even capturing Chang'an City once—Li Pojun knew this well. But Su Dingfang was not a man of later generations; how could he possibly know?

At noon, the scouts reported that Huang Zu's massive army was about to arrive. Sun Jian ordered the wounded and Zhu Ran's four thousand infantrymen to guard the camp, while all remaining officers and men prepared to meet the enemy, forming battle arrays in advance. More than a dozen existing scout boats also sailed upstream, patrolling the Jushui River to prevent any Jingzhou soldiers who knew how to swim from escaping via the water.

To Songzi, the East was simply like an open playground that she could access freely and however she pleased, adopting whatever posture felt most comfortable without having to take any responsibility. It was perfectly suited for someone bold and unconventional like her.

"I really have no recollection," the barbershop owner said. "The shop was quite busy yesterday, especially after closing time. Customers came in one after another to get their hair cut. Having interacted with so many people, I genuinely don't remember."

"You needn't blame him. Feng Bingyi has already begged me to resurrect Feng Mifei," Chu Wangxian said calmly.

As for the killer, Madam Fang must have been involved, because she was almost the first to approach the kitchen. It was likely done to obliterate the impressions of the frame supports on the snow; stepping over those tracks would effectively erase the evidence.

Lin Jin nodded and took a few steps back. However, her already aching legs grew even more feeble from standing still for too long, and with a momentary lapse in concentration, she staggered and fell backward.

The elders of the three major sacred grounds and the nine immortal sects flushed with embarrassment and retreated sheepishly. Indeed, they had been blinded by panic! Entering the demonic realm was equivalent to reincarnation; even familiar people might not recognize one another, letised strangers?

Dongdan Zhaixing's personality matched her appearance—she seemed to possess two distinct faces. In moments of stillness, she appeared somewhat naive, foolish, and charming; once animated, she was like a nimble fox. "Close your thieving eyes!" Dongdan Zhaixing scolded playfully.

"That is certain! This is something our master has ordered us to guard, and there is no way we would ever hand it over!" the Tyrannosaurus roared.

Chu Hongyi brought a pile of nutritious breakfast items into the bedroom, wanting to watch Liu Dong finish his morning meal before leaving.

Just as Qi Ruihe's voice trailed off, to Han Jinyu's utter surprise, Qi Ruihe reached out without giving her any chance to react and snatched Qi Zhixi right out of Han Jinyu's arms.

The moment he turned around, I immediately looked around in all directions. The customer at the neighboring seat had only a tiny puddle of cola left at the bottom of the cup. I swiftly swapped their cup with mine, pretending to take a massive gulp of cola. Drinking someone else's leftover cola was truly sickening, but it was still infinitely better than drinking drugged cola.

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(2/3) Hearing this, everyone shuddered, especially the maidservant in charge of Baili Shihang's meals, whose legs instantly went weak as she collapsed to the ground.

"Instructor Chen, it's nothing! Just wanted to ask if you've gone to sleep, and whether you'd like a late-night snack!" Looking at the vomit all over himself and Murong sleeping soundly in his arms, Zhao Xin didn't dare let Instructor Chen see him in such a state, so he casually made up a lie.

Experiencing pregnancy for the very first time, she still knew nothing about it. Knowing nothing at all, she could only place her trust in Jiang Yu, the most authoritative figure around.

Her words melted straight into the depths of his heart, instantly soothing Chang'an's anxieties. He was deeply grateful for the tenderness she offered him at such a moment and instinctively pulled her into his embrace.

When Han Danmeng entered, an elderly woman was squatting by a well washing clothes, greeting her warmly and smilingly remarking how lovely the child looked.

Although the banks of the Red Silk Lake were far from matching the bustling, roaring liveliness of the Exquisite Illusion Realm, they were still teeming with surging crowds and numerous boats.

Bichuan, who had considered himself peerless under heaven, was completely stunned by the host's declaration and dared not issue any orders for a long time.

What met her eyes was the furnishing of the living room. The curtains were left unclosed, allowing a thin, faint moonlight to filter in.

"Hello, I am Sun Jia. You are truly gorgeous; I thought I was hallucinating for a moment." After saying this, her eyes were filled with envy.

Bellossom launched consecutive vine whip attacks, causing one Butterfree after another to tumble down from the sky.

"No way, you still have to help me bring New Year gifts back home. Besides, if you spend the New Year here, what will Grandpa, Grandma, and my uncle and aunt think of me?" Yao Jing resolutely refused.

The Mara River had tributaries crisscrossing everywhere, dividing the savannah into several distinct zones, and hippos lived not far from the crocodiles.

Therefore, morality is not human nature; in fact, under most circumstances, morality is inherently anti-human.正是 because morality is frequently anti-human that it requires a tremendous amount of guidance and constraint.

One hundred and eight thousand black hole celestial bodies simultaneously materialized, crashing down upon the sacred body of the Demon Swamp, shattering his rapidly expanding form directly into nothingness, with every single droplet disintegrating into the void.

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(3/3) Today, Mo Wang shouting at him so abruptly not only failed to summon his courage to give it a try, but instead made him feel that he could no longer afford to make a single mistake lest he implicate Mo Wang.

The production volume could not keep up! Because quality came first, many procedures that could have been mechanized were converted to manual craftsmanship, drastically reducing efficiency. For instance, attaching buttons: machine-stitching could finish a garment in 30 seconds, whereas manual stitching required at least five minutes.

Therefore, he dared not lightly choose to leave Kawhi Leonard unguarded; after all, the Cleveland Cavaliers' current lead was merely 5 points.

Of course, this Seventh Young Palace Master had only successfully assumed human form for a little over two months and had never been exposed to worldly affairs. While one might call her somewhat naive, she rarely grasped the underlying intentions of others.

"Hey, we're brothers, there's no need to be so polite. How is old Liu doing now?" Ever since he left Fengqiu, he hadn't exchanged news with Liu Chuan, so it was only natural to ask.

She simply sat day after day before the bustling tavern doors, letting the patrons brush past her like a rushing tide while she remained wholly devoted to continuing her drawing.

No one could guess why Chekhov suddenly changed his mind. In truth, Nan stated the facts plainly: "You work for China, and I work for Russia. Given the sensitive circumstances, both sides simply feign ignorance of all this."

"Let's cut to the chase," Ike said, sitting in his office chair, looking at Alan and Hollid with absolute confidence. "We've decided to distribute this film for seventy dollars plus a five percent box office share." His tone was exceptionally resolute, leaving no room for argument.

To her surprise, Jianyi's hand was large and warm. Though his gesture of patting her head was somewhat rough, it made her feel an exceptional sense of intimacy.

Only Yu Zishuang's attack managed to slightly arouse the purple-robed man's attention, yet he effortlessly blocked it simply by tossing out a magic treasure shaped like a human skull.

Fortunately, I can secretly contact my senior brother. Qianliu returned to her quarters with her expression unchanged and used a secret technique to contact Shen Yun, reporting the new developments.