Volume 1 Chapter 30: A Summons from the Minister

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It is hard to fathom what she is thinking; she looks down on Noble Lady Liang, yet is infatuated with the Eighth Prince—a truly contradictory nature.
Unexpectedly crossing paths again, Shao Jun felt his blood surging. When he looked back, the man with the gun had already vanished.
Meng Ran walked into the mall and called Dimuti, asking, "I'm inside now. Where are you?" Dimuti replied, "We're at Beibei BBQ on the sixth floor, in private room number three. Do you want me to come get you?" Meng Ran declined, hung up, and stepped onto the escalator.
Jiang Yi felt a sense of helplessness, but just as she was about to speak further, the other party hung up.
Xiang Ze, however, was quite satisfied. The blade was about three feet long, a palm wide, with a thick spine and a thin edge, a curved tip, and a flat, round hilt—it was clearly quite excellent. For the final step, quenching, he did not use ordinary water, but "rootless water" collected from the sky.
For an eighteen-year-old girl, apart from imperial princesses, it is rare to remain unmarried at that age.
The soul skills bestowed by a God-Given Soul Ring can be said to be the most perfectly suited for a soul master. But initially, Shen Yu had a sudden inspiration: since a God-Given Soul Ring could be altered to match the soul master's will, why couldn't the type of soul skill be changed as well?
Beside a lake filled with lush greenery and rippling azure waves, Shen Yu sat, gazing into the distance at the calm surface of the water.
"Kha'Zix took two-thirds of Rengar's health in one combo, and he still has his ultimate." On the screen, the Lion King W recovered half his health, but it was not a empowered W, just a standard one.
Long Bufan stumbled, nearly falling to the ground. This guy was a piece of work; even he couldn't help but curse.
She could even feel every divine thought in her body yearning for the irrigation of that blood of gods and demons.
Setting aside the bond between an engaged couple, even the ties between the Huang and Li medical families that she spoke of were nowhere to be found in her.
Liu Chan blushed, embarrassed that her master had seen her completely bare because of the sword-shaped mark on her back.
"I think you should prepare yourself for the possibility of someone using your skull as a wine cup," Xiao Zichuan said with a straight face.

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"Junior sister, I, I..." Lu Geng was flushed red, his obsequious smile growing even broader.
"General, look, the unidentified flying object is fleeing," an officer nearby shouted, pointing at the screen.
While they were lost in wild speculation, Li Feng’s mind was a complete blank. What happened? Why hit me?
Ruan Shisan’s thoughts raced. Looking at Ye Feng’s consistently calm and composed face, he couldn't help but feel a shiver of dread.
A fear rooted deep in his heart made him unable to resist. Even though Su Yan still wore a smile, she remained as enchanting and alluring as ever.
"Who goes there!" The man with horns on his head revealed a murderous gaze as he stepped out of the carriage.
Surrounding and killing an E-rank plot character is quite difficult for most explorer teams; careful planning and reasonable coordination are indispensable.
Liu Jianing didn't take it to heart at all. He had expected this; given the vampire's personality and character, it was entirely possible for the guy to do such things and say such words.
The World Will immediately pointed out Zhao Gao’s status as a potential discarded pawn, seizing his lifeline and pulling the balance of power back to square one.
It’s no wonder Zhang Lin was complaining. After Li Lin decided to invest in Yang Dechuan's "Agritainment" project, the group spent the day discussing opinions, feasibility, and implementation. Half the day vanished just like that, leaving no time for fun.
Until now, since leaving Academy City, Yu Luo had traveled through worlds twice in total.
The vastness of the imperial palace truly gave Li Shen a headache, and the layouts were all largely the same. Wandering around, he felt dizzy; even though he had knowledge of the palace layout in his mind, it was useless for someone as directionally challenged as him.
"It seems... the world's inclusiveness is rising..." Before Saeria could finish, she was interrupted by a sharp blade of light.
After all, a beauty was sleeping beside him, and her figure was far better than the flat-chested body he now possessed. He had the intention of feigning intimacy that night, but Lin Ping had suffered such a disaster during the day that doing so would be rubbing salt in her wounds.

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He wanted to ask, but didn't know how to begin; he couldn't very well ask, "Old Master, what is your choice?"
Jiang Huaying’s words were not without merit. Escaping from a desperate situation relies on a calm mind and fearless courage, and Lan Rui’s situation had not yet reached that point; it only required a little composure and bravery.
However, his movements were no longer so rough; they had slowed down considerably, and his lips gradually fell upon every inch of her skin.
One longing, two places of idle sorrow. This feeling cannot be dispelled; it fades from the brows only to weigh upon the heart. Eighth Sister felt that, undoubtedly, her friend was a bit reckless. This was truly a case of "one longing, two places of idle sorrow," weighing on the heart as soon as it left the brows.
"Alright, alright, Mother, just watch who gets married first, and I will work hard!" Ziyun deliberately changed the subject with a joke.
Feeling his warmth, the slightly protruding stubble prickled her fingers, making them itch.
"His Highness the Prince of Han has truly inherited the essence of Fang Yi's teachings..." Cai Lü couldn't help but remind her when she said that.
This stopped the people behind from rushing forward; they were full of anger but dared not speak, staring at Li Qing with eyes burning with resentment.
This damn cold-blooded man. After all, they had been intimate once, couldn't he be a little accommodating?
The night passed without incident. By the next day, Shi Qian figured it was about time to return and reunite with Brother Wang Yue and the others, so he headed toward the inn outside the city.
"These days, everyone knows a few rich people, right? Rich second generations and 'demolition second generations' are everywhere now..." Ren Yan explained, feeling his reasoning was sound, and smiled at Chen Fa'er.