Volume One, Chapter 25: Yunxi Gets Her Wish

Thus, Mo Li now appeared in a certain place, and that inheritance naturally appeared in the same location. Because Yun had masked Su Tangtang’s intense aura, the only person Mo Li could find who bore a striking resemblance to her was Mo Li herself.

"I don't know how to tell you this. I don't know if you will be disappointed in your mother because of this, or if you will come to fear her. I am afraid. I am sorry, I am so sorry. Mother was wrong," the mother said.

After finishing the car escort mission, Jiang Bai punctually switched back to the game interface, picked up the delivered supplies, and used a high-level movement technique to fly toward the NPC responsible for receiving the quest.

However, with her right there in front of him, no matter how much self-control he possessed, his heart inevitably stirred because it was her. The Heavenly Emperor held back with all his might until he could endure no more. He swept her up into his arms, placed her on a nearby blanket, used his spiritual power to dry her clothes, and then hurried away.

"You are Yu Qianche’s strategist, the greatest intellect in the world. You should understand the stakes involved better than I do," Yue Lin said languidly.

The charm technique still held sway over them, but Su Guo’er could no longer control them as freely as she once did.

Murong Xiyue tugged at Yu Qianche’s sleeve, terrified that what she had just said might have angered her father.

All she needed was a provided identity; Su Tangtang did not really desire anything else.

A slightly flippant smile hung on the man’s face, and his pale golden eyes were particularly striking under the setting sun.

The cavemen did not know why they were moving so slowly, and after observing for a while, Hua Yueling and the others stopped watching and turned their attention elsewhere.

Looking at the outside world, earning a thousand yuan for a single task is trivial for the children of the wealthy. Never mind a thousand—they could make a single phone call and come up with hundreds of thousands in minutes.

She naturally would not tell Chu Jun the content of the conversation; otherwise, he would surely get angry. If he went back on his word then, what would she do?

The sudden movement made Lin Mu’en stumble back several steps. Thinking Gu Xijie was eager to be with her, she slowly walked back to him, took his hand and caressed it for a moment, then let her fingers crawl up his arm bit by bit, finally coming to rest on his chest.

She still wore a polite smile, but Song Ruosheng had an ominous premonition, feeling as though she were planning something.

"But why is this dragon pattern so similar to the one on my wooden hairpin? This Retired Emperor also looks very familiar... Isn't this the old man who sold me the hairpin? How did you suddenly transform into the Retired Emperor?"

However, the child rolled past it again as if by some strange compulsion, just like playing a game they had played countless times, always managing to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat at the very last moment.

Yet, the feeling he gave her was truly familiar—so familiar that she couldn't put it into words. Seeing him made her want to be close to him, made her want to cry.

Seeing that Xu Shenghe wouldn't even glance at her, Fang Hui stroked her own hair, then wiped her hands with a handkerchief. Once wasn't enough; she wiped them a second time, over and over, as if she were carrying some kind of virus.

Serious, the corners of her mouth curled into an arc. She pulled her feet onto the sofa, tilted her head, and leaned back into the chair, her eyes fixed on that focused figure, admiring him.

"Heh, I just happen to like your fiery personality. Come here, this isn't up to you." Once the Emperor finished speaking, he lunged toward me. I dodged with all my might, and after chasing each other for a few laps, I finally ran out of strength. The Emperor pinned me down, and I struggled to push him away.

The Yin-virtue energy in my body surged into the magic sword, and the sword’s aura formed a membrane of light that expanded outward.

Wu Ming had tested the water temperature first and found it a bit cool. Although it wasn't bone-chilling, it was fine for Ye Tianfeng; as long as it wasn't boiling hot spring water, it was acceptable.

This night-walker was now like Columbus setting out to discover a new world. The center of this tiny patch of wild chrysanthemums was certainly not like the vast ocean; since nothing could be found on the surface, the only remaining possibility was beneath the ground.

Although he tried his best to relax, his facial muscles still twitched violently, as if he were enduring immense pain.

Gu Lanxin’s eyes crinkled. The happiness and warmth between her brows radiated a soft glow under the reflection of the sunset, leaving Chu Yunfeng momentarily stunned.

I didn't waste words with Yu Quan and hurriedly unleashed a ribbon of Yin-virtue energy to support Wang Jiuyang and Granny Tianhua.

In places that have existed for a long time, many details remain unchanged, while others quietly shift and change, subverting memories in an instant.

Rong Hua had not expected things to turn out this way and hurried back. Every estate of the Yan family had a magic array, originally intended to defend against external enemies; today, it was likely being used for the first time to defend against a "civil war."

Shen Tianye was fortunate; there were still empty stone chambers available when he first arrived, so he didn't have to wait in line. After spending 500 contribution points, he went right in. Four hours later, the stone chamber opened automatically, and Shen Tianye walked out feeling refreshed.

He was not a general about to go on a campaign, rushing into marriage and then working hard to procreate just to leave behind an heir.

After all, hospitals are the places with the most people. If Jiang Chen ran to the hospital every day, he might as well just live there.

Just as her lips, which had been kissing him, were about to pull away, Su Qing’s fingers pinched the nape of her neck, passionately and fanatically deepening the kiss.

Taking two deep breaths, the Shadow Yama finally settled his restless heart. As for the contempt of the Zang family, he chose to ignore it.

Li Hu’s eyes were clear, and Li Feng tried hard to catch her own reflection in them; although it was not as clear as a modern mirror, it was still better than the water in a basin.