State your business, or I am hanging up.

Not a single faction in Dingcheng was qualified to receive an invitation, and Cao Mang certainly had no desire to stand in the courtyard like those sycophantic opportunists.

Silently, he took out a grenade, pulled the safety pin, and hurled it forcefully into the courtyard.

"Boom..."

The explosion rang out. Because he had pinpointed Mu Chunfen's location, several people around her...

If back then, Yu Wei and Hu Li hadn't used such despicable means to frame her, would Tom's recent situation be different?

Ye Miao belatedly realized—so Ye Miao was always bullied at school? She recalled when she had first transmigrated into this world; her head still ached a little. Grandma Ye had said she was pushed down, and those culprits must be the ones right before her eyes.

Sui'er acknowledged the order and turned to leave, returning a moment later with a small soft pillow in her hand.

"You guys go upstairs. I'll stay with Haohao." The man suddenly spoke up, his expression obscure and unreadable, leaving others guessing at his inner thoughts.

Following the sound, she glanced to the side and saw Outing, who had walked up beside her at some point.

When Ye Miao got up, Grandma Ye had already gone out to buy groceries. Two bowls of rice were covered with a pot lid on the table. Ye Miao opened it and saw that one bowl was egg fried rice, and the other was plain rice mixed with soy sauce.

Wei Yangzhi knew that Ma Qin was unreconciled, but some things could not be changed simply by unwillingness.

Duan Weiqi pressed some switch, and the concealment panels on all four walls retracted. The afternoon sunlight poured in through the glass walls, adorning the space like a golden hall.

Liu Mao was beaten to the point where he couldn't fight back at all. Looking into the man's eyes, he didn't dare to call out his name.

This was his realm, his subjects. So his rivers and mountains were actually this magnificent and vibrant, far exceeding the simple sentences in memorial reports from various regions. It was hateful that he had grown increasingly indolent over the years; nowadays, even walking around the palace felt laborious, preventing him from going out to witness this brocade-like landscape with his own eyes.

The Master of Demonic Sword Valley and Dao Tian could only barely fend it off. Behind them, the Wizard King and the Insect King did not hesitate, their figures flickering and vanishing. That radiance did not deal much damage to them; after a few flashes, they arrived behind Yi Bu.

The photograph showed a slightly plump man wearing a white shirt, smiling, and holding a black cat in his arms.

Behind the counter, the shopkeeper breathed a silent sigh of relief. These two scourges were finally leaving.

The clear sky turned into dark clouds. The windless calm transformed into fierce gales. The smooth water surface morphed into furious, towering waves. The churning dark clouds were a symbol of an impending storm—typhoons along the Pacific coast were always such unreasonable weather phenomena.

Chang Xi's face stiffened for a moment as she cast a pleading look at my way. I shook my head helplessly, and Chang Xi retreated with tightly knitted brows.

Wuya Tan was momentarily stunned, staring at him for a few beats. Xi Yan smiled眯眯 (narrowing his eyes with a smile), and Wuya Tan finally conceded, holding the box with an overwhelmingly aggrieved expression.

Seeing Qin Yi looking at her with a smile, Li Yan'er assumed he was once again harboring some filthy and lewd thoughts in his mind, and her disdain for Qin Yi grew even more pronounced.

That youth was none other than Ran Yi, a disciple of the Mohist leader. He had been dispatched by the leader Yuanzong to various states east of the Hangu Pass to consolidate the local Mohist forces and assist the Qin army in pacifying the realm. His destination this time was Boyang, the headquarters of the Qi Mohists.

Although these people possessed flesh and blood, being plump and fleshy, Yifan could still sense a faint aura of death emanating from them.

From now on, let the birds fly high in the boundless sky, and the fish leap freely in the vast sea. Who asked him to marry such an extraordinary wife?

The two of them had once sparred at the National Martial Arts Academy, but that was quite some time ago, and it ended in a draw, much like a sparring session between practice partners.