20 Qingming Festival

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Well, it wasn’t until the seventh day that she finished two servings of steak, only then realizing she had once again neglected her own man, leaving him with just two vegetable dishes after devouring all the meat. Xiling Jing’s heart had already stirred into a tempest, his trembling fingers reaching out to brush aside a stray lock of hair that had fallen across Xuemeng’s face.

Shu Mo’s actions were involuntary, but what about her? She was willing, even when heavily pregnant, unable to bear the loneliness.

“Stay put and don’t make me angry, or I’ll be the first to take you down,” Ash spat harshly at Nan Lichuan, then kicked him before storming out of the cabin.

Xiling Jing frowned, looking at the distance between his room and Xuemeng’s as if separated by a galaxy, feeling quite displeased, yet his expression remained indifferent.

The voice rippled endlessly, the aura swirling ceaselessly, shaking the sky within a radius of thousands of meters.

Ruan Mingyue’s intention in teaching him Go was to cultivate his mind and temperament, not to lead him astray into the labyrinth of inner demons. Seeing his first move so tangled and uncertain now was completely contrary to her original purpose.

The once bustling street had grown sparse, and Leng Xianning wandered aimlessly step by step, the lonely starlight stretching her shadow long and far.

As for the reason, does the reader still recall the room, where a brazier of hehuan incense still smoldered, veiled behind a screen at the door, filling the chamber once again with its fragrance?

“Then, Mr. Jian, as you please. We’ll be leaving first,” Qi Junzhe nodded slightly to Jian Yiyang.

“Alright!” Tiancheng waved his hand, storing the crystal box into his spatial ring. After carefully sensing that no other creatures remained nearby, he flew out with the undead blood person.

Actually, when we first encountered soul collectors in Siberia, we had already warned Colonel Diming that the monks of Tianzhu might be colluding with overseas soul collectors. But Colonel Diming paid no heed at the time.

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I nodded. What was this all about? If I said what I overheard from Elder Zhao earlier, wouldn’t it scare Zhao Ji into a dumb dog?

Rushing forward to try to beat my father, I felt it was too late. That agonizing wail came again, clearer than before. No wonder it was so nauseating—it was the mournful cries of countless souls absorbed in the Yin River.

However, this idea belonged to Xiao Zimo, who was big-chested but brainless—no, more accurately, foolish but wealthy. It wasn’t practical yet. After much consideration, believing his plan flawless, Xiao Zimo gritted his teeth and took out a pill bottle.

“You’re still a country bumpkin, so I must be the city’s treasure! Is there a country bumpkin as awesome as you?” Though Jack was well-mannered, he still wanted to curse Tiancheng a bit at this moment.

At this moment, the most expressive face was Elder Zheng Xiangyu, who was inwardly cursing a thousand profanities, rubbing his eyes hard in disbelief that Long Yan had truly used a yellow-rank combat skill to repel Ye Xin'an—and even injured him.

She had heard many say that the cooks were not just good at cooking; in critical moments, they could instantly become a fighting force.

The Crimson Flame Golden Nian Beast did not disappoint either. A flash of white light revealed a piece of jade bone.

The remaining people fell into two categories: researchers called scientists, and operatives known as the Black-clad. Simply put, apart from the great scientists with lofty status who rarely leave the Defense Bureau, the Black-clad ran around the world carrying the equipment developed by them.

“If we talk about the most radical teaching method, and someone who has a good relationship with Qiu Ming, enough to make Qiu Ming step up to defend his students, who do you think that person would be?” Shen Lang’s eyes began to shine.

Mu Xiu paused, unable to explain to Bai Lingjing under her questioning.

This morning’s streets were already bustling, unlike the sparse scene last night, with all the shops along the road open for business.

At this moment, Xie Shi, in high spirits, said to the man before him, “I, Xie, am not talented but can read characters. Sir, please write down a character for me to interpret, as a way to repay your kindness in reading my fortune.”

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However, the assassin demon did not notice the gleam of sharp light that flashed quietly in Hule’s eyes.

The audience began confirming with their neighbors, and after nods of acknowledgment, their expressions grew even more terrified.

Lu Yilin sat in his office when the front desk called to say Mu Guofeng had arrived. He was puzzled. Why wasn’t the old man resting at home, tending fish or birds? Why suddenly launch a surprise attack on the Lu family?

“That’s right, it’s the Navy. Have him serve as a staff officer for Gan Ning, just a straightforward military advisor, without involving ideological matters,” Sun Quan said.

Lin Xian was shocked that his opponent not only had profound skill and formidable attacks but also a strong body protected by a set of low-grade spirit armor. Despite being wounded and his armor shattered by Lin Xian’s mechanical arts, his combat strength remained, ultimately breaking through Lin Xian’s great shield defense with magical attacks to win.

The Fourth Prince, Xiao Zhan, had cultivated spiritual energy to the fifth level of Qi Refining Realm. He believed he could easily trample over Xiao Fan in the Outer Mansion’s grand exam and even become the top of the Qingyun Outer Mansion’s Hidden Dragon List. At that time, even the Duke of Da Zhou would regard him differently.

Spring water was just a bit miraculous, not a powerful fertilizer that could make plants grow overnight.

“That thing is the mentor of the Dragon lineage? The power is indeed terrifying. Loki, what should we do? Intervene?” Akasha asked excitedly.

This statement caused an uproar. Everyone looked at Jiang Chen with fear, their hearts stirred by a raging storm.

At that moment, all the Han family members glared furiously at Feng Jiu, wishing they could rush over and beat him to death with sticks to relieve their pent-up anger.