Chapter 27

"I'm curious about you... curious if there really is such a thing as 'virgin-boy power'." Cang Jiuyao's words trailed off, her tone shifting abruptly.

Lin Bixiao’s composure left Luo Qiran feeling a moment of uncertainty—uncertain whether the plan she had deemed perfect would truly unfold as smoothly as she had anticipated.

Questions like, "Look, I’ve tried so hard to live in the moment, why do so many painful things still happen?" often arise, leading one to wonder if "living in the moment" is just nonsense, because "not fearing life" is the true starting point for everything.

Sometimes, their capabilities are limited; they can help ten people now, but they cannot save the whole world. All they can do is strive to bring peace to the realm as soon as possible, ensuring the people have well-being, food, and warmth.

There is nothing worth fearing; or rather, it is not I who decides whether to be afraid, but whether the visual elements present the character as being in fear.

Feng Xichen kept his gaze fixed on Yun Tu’s retreating figure until she vanished into the sea of flowers, unable to look away.

The thought made Yun Shaofeng feel a prick of discomfort. Had he not possessed such immense confidence in his own standing, he might already be plotting how to distance Tao Ran from Yu Feifei.

To find the medicinal herbs required by Mo Ke, she had mobilized significant manpower and resources, yet even now, two types remained elusive.

After speaking, ignoring whether Liu Tian could accept it, Qin Yu decisively pulled out his phone and dialed Phil’s number. The call was answered instantly, and Phil’s respectful voice came through.

When she had just told Chen Aijia that the Zhang family had arrived, pointing out that they were courting death, she had been struck by the shock of it all.

Kublai Khan pondered for a while and decided to adopt Liu Zheng’s proposal to attack Xiangyang first. He appointed Dalai as commander-in-chief and Nuhai as deputy, leading a massive army to lay a strategic siege on Xiangyang.

The youth’s skin was snow-white, not with the pallor of illness, but with a translucent, porcelain-like clarity. His lips were as red as blood, and his features were deep and refined.

This phenomenon left the children’s parents filled with anxiety, unable to eat or sleep. Fearing that their native language would be lost, leading to the extinction of their entire culture, they kept their children home to work rather than sending them to school.

After delegating his work, Yang Changfeng returned to his office, but before he could even sit down, Chen Aijia came looking for him.

In 1194, King Takash of Khwarazm led his army to annihilate the western branch of the Seljuks, thoroughly burying the Seljuk Empire and expanding his territory into modern-day Iraq. A triumphant Takash began to style himself as the leader of the Islamic world—both political and religious—the Sultan.

Besides, whenever she recalled being surrounded by reporters that day, she knew that if it hadn't been for Pei Ruoyun, she would have crumbled completely.

She then beamed at the youth, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, her voice sweet and soft.

I tilted my head, my face exposed, while that man held me tightly. From an outsider’s perspective, I suppose it must have looked like two close brothers locked in a tight embrace.

"I think you are mistaken. Here, aside from you and your lackeys, there is no one else left." Qing Lian’s expression was ice-cold.

The Three Realms—it was a term from legends. To those who had never even left the Dragon God Continent, immortals and demons were ethereal existences. At least for thousands of years, no one had witnessed a true immortal.

However, as he passed by the hospital, he heard two very familiar voices. Looking closely, he realized it was Long Yan and his sister. Long Yan’s brows were knitted tightly, his expression grave.

"That’s the scent!" Chu Xinghan’s eyes flickered with surprise. Having ventured further on the path of 'Qi' than the others, he could see it clearly. Gongliang Haozang’s cultivation might not have changed much on the surface, but in certain aspects, he had undergone a profound transformation.

"Captain Hu, may I ask how we have offended you?" Yang Fan forced a stiff smile, trying his best to remain calm.

After all, everyone cares about their reputation, and Xu Fan was no exception. Today, after all, there were prominent figures from Shanghai present; if word got out, it wouldn't look good for him.

As for Dongfang Yupei, he vaulted onto the roof of the Ascension Hall, tossed the Welcoming Immortal Bell onto the ridge, and leaned against it. With a roasted lamb chop in one hand and a large wine jug in the other, he silently watched the sun lingering on the horizon, feigning melancholy and loneliness to appear profound.

Although Consort Si had brought it upon herself, the Empress Dowager’s ruthless methods were evident. Yet, after that incident, the Empress Dowager seemed to let go of the past, becoming kinder and easier to get along with each year, even beginning to observe a vegetarian diet and chant Buddhist scriptures five years ago.

"Uh..." Then, Ye Suman, her eyes covered, was pushed forward without warning, stumbling in her steps.

"Old Six, this isn't what I wanted, the Family Head ordered it!" The Eighth Elder looked innocent. Honestly, after uttering those words, let alone the Sixth Elder, he himself began to question his own intelligence.

However, because Rong Zhen knew this man was dangerous, she had always avoided him like the plague. It wasn't just her; the expressions of everyone present were equally grim.

The eldest sister from her memories—Zisu’s mother—had been a very weak-willed person, easily swayed and incredibly kind. As long as someone cried or made a scene, Zisu’s mother would inevitably pity them and help them fulfill their wishes.

Although the village might harbor hidden dangers, we had to pass through it to move forward. We exchanged glances, and seeing Liu Xuyang and Madman Dada showing no fear, we followed one after another.

"Is that so?" Huangfu Yu’s expression shifted slightly. Her eyes were no longer dull but flickered with avoidance, and she lowered her head, hiding her face from view.

His large palm caressed He Ying’s waist, and a wave of heat seeped through his hand into her skin. They clung to each other tightly, and Wang Cheng buried his head against the side of her neck.

"You’re lying! I could have gotten on that car too!" Che Yin was so angry her whole body trembled, her previously fair, pretty face turning even paler.