Twenty-nine thousand and twenty-nine

“Why do you have to put on such an air?” Pamies shot Otro a half-annoyed glance.

After both sides disappeared, they must have reached some kind of consensus elsewhere! Two years later, when the Mist-Hidden Sword Sect withdrew its people from the Nine Continents, that too was surely part of the agreement.

“Six,” Tong Jing struggled to say the number again—six years old. She remembered when Bai Yang called her his wife at six, and that unguarded kiss.

Du Yiyu landed at the stairway on the second floor and couldn’t help but sigh, feeling sorry for that sound system.

“That’s because, under the fierce assault of our elite troops on the western front, they were forced to retreat. It’s a blow to their great nation’s face, so they want to make up for it on the eastern front.” This explanation made everyone at the command center suddenly realize the situation and become greatly excited.

“Stop searching. Let the shop sweep away the ashes; let’s continue eating.” Qianshui Qing said coldly.

When Isabel and Bella returned to Yagami’s room, they just caught sight of Yagami pushing the door open and stepping out.

Retracing her steps to the cave entrance, she twisted the bloody snowwater from the scarf, rewrapped it in clean snow, and placed it beside him. Her heart raced, breaths sharp and tense.

After seventy or eighty rounds of fighting, Kumiko’s momentum had fallen by more than half. She thought, “My goodness, luckily this one still has a core. She said she came to seek guidance, but who knows how fierce she really is?”

Ling Yue watched Yuling’s retreating figure, raising an eyebrow slightly, unable to tell whether there was truly something in the basement or if Yuling was playing some trick. She decided not to think about it and just stay close.

The two nearby Arhats stood too close and were affected by the Heavenly Altar’s power. The formation, originally composed of thirteen people, suddenly loosened.

---

Luo Ming had been by Ye Zifan’s side for ten years as his capable aide. Their relationship was naturally extraordinary; some intimate gestures were expected, so it was probably just her overthinking.

Originally, the child would only undergo testing at age three and be sent to the Taoist palace to study at six.

Su Qingge dodged aside. “Heh, don’t worry, big brother.” If she were ever truly in danger, it would be like the sun rising from the west.

In the past, Shen Yang handled reception for domestic and foreign professional athletes alone, but this time he entrusted the work to Li Chun, who had the authority to negotiate prices directly. Shen Yang only arranged the training tasks.

Lu Ling explained to An Ruo, thinking this was something that had to be done in the dark. Of course, it was an agreement with Mr. Weil; to be part of the family was to abide by this rule.

This was just her guess; it might not even be true. But Ling Yanxiao would not let it go easily.

“Wife of the Thunder God! No, they’re not — I am, I am…” The jellyfish screamed sharply, her voice no longer beautiful, her face covered in blood, just as ‘Li Hai’ said—this was the blood of Bing Xinlian, the blood of thousands of Thunder God’s wives.

I’m glad to have you along the way. Sunshine slanted across the desk, filtering through the hairline and casting dappled shadows, yet it could not dispel the chill.

No one said a word now, not even Lu Shan, who was hiding behind the workbench secretly watching Kong Yixian. What could she say? Xian came back with a barrage of scolding, and the first arrow hit the bullseye—what could she possibly say? Looks like she was going to the championship.

At this moment, after seeing the situation before him, Heng Yanlin relaxed his expression slightly.

Invisible An Qi helped Lin Ke to his feet. Only then did everyone notice An Qi, as light as air. Mei Jiao comforted, “An Qi isn’t afraid. I believe once this demon dies, your curse should be lifted, and you’ll be like normal people again.” She then looked at Xue’er with an inquiring gaze.

---

Queen Wang pondered deeply; though reluctant, she eventually agreed. She probably believed her son only desired Han Dongji, whom she saw as merely a toy her son adored.

When we finally left Qi Yue’s territory and looked back from afar, I knew I had won the bet, and that she would, as she said, devote her whole life to loving Lian.

“Third Royal Brother, Ming Jue, Crown Prince Song, and all generals, let us ascend the city tower together!” she said calmly.

She wasn’t following some big scoundrel but someone who was healing her future team member. Moreover, this member was likely the genius who would crush Professor Bai’s team.

If the poisoning incident was truly orchestrated by the Crown Prince, harboring rebellious intentions and factionalism, the Emperor would never let him go. Even if the situation forced him to slow down now, the thorn in his heart remained, ready to become a deadly bramble at the slightest breeze.

Unexpectedly, he was caught red-handed by Gu Qingcheng. Since it was all the same death, before dying, he might as well give Liu Dong one last hard time.

Inside the No. 1 Middle School campus, during lunch break, Zhao Shanhe walked together with Ye Xiuyue. Both were prominent figures, naturally attracting many whispered conversations behind them.

Ma Yang didn’t know that when He Sanshi saw the stone, his pupils instantly turned one black and one white. Forming hand seals, he held the crystal in his palm and entered the house to begin secluded cultivation. No matter how his grandfather called, he made no sound.