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Xiang Qing couldn't help but admire her mother’s memory; after all these years, having met him only once, she actually still remembered.

He could tell the difference between when his young master was truly angry and when he was merely putting on an act.

Scanning every inch, after two minutes, he confirmed this was a sealed area with no other exits. Therefore, the point where Brother Liang and He Jianguo had slipped must be above the exit discovered just moments ago.

Kuitou’s first thought once again was to flee. As for the noble mission of fighting the fire, he felt it was hardly the duty of a king in his lofty position. After taking the reins from his guards, Kuitou vaulted onto his horse and galloped straight toward the North Gate.

With this thought in mind, Su Jinghui stopped paying attention to Xiang'er, returned to her bed, and lay down to drift off into dreams.

If she could have Li Mofan’s child, then in the future, Lin Weiwei would surely become a defeated rival beneath her feet.

Yet every time she recalled it, the memory remained incredibly clear, never fading in the slightest despite the passage of time.

After analyzing everything, the final conclusion was that it was either the monarch himself or his trusted confidant; regardless, it was closely tied to the throne.

According to the enemy pilot regulations, if a pilot was forced to parachute into hostile territory, the first rule was to destroy all personal documents. This was the very reason enemy pilots were issued hand grenades.

"Commander, the enemy is on the move again!" Hearing the soldiers’ shouts, Fang Tianjue and Li Zhuguo jumped to their feet.

When the brilliant, iridescent top-tier magical treasure was poured out of a tattered hemp sack by Liuhuo, everyone gasped in unison.

This was not the main point; the point was that Young Master Chen was actually exuding waves of the "Ghost Matchmaker’s" aura. Furthermore, his complexion looked rather ghastly—abnormally pale, as if he were suffering from some sort of illness.

Liu Long’s words were directed at Old Zhou, but Old Zhou had long since turned up his collar to hide his face and slipped into the crowd of civilians. Among the sixty or seventy people who had left earlier, Old Zhou was not one of them.

"Stop lying to me! If Xuan hadn't forced you to stay, how could you have gone back? You know I want your heart to forgive Xuan, not just your physical presence!" Su Can roared in a low, furious voice.

Just as he hung up the phone and turned to get into the car, his pager beeped again. Although the number was unfamiliar, he happened to be standing by a public phone, so he returned the call. It turned out to be Mo Fusang, asking him who exactly he was picking up. She demanded their name and physical description; otherwise, how was she supposed to know who to meet?

"You really do weave a good story. To be able to say such things without even blushing or missing a beat—truly impressive," Kano said, clapping his hands in admiration.

Nana seemed to have some resistance toward the two masters. After hearing Master Zhao’s words, she turned her head away to face the window.

This contrast made everyone feel a genuine sense of pity for the princess, because a life that was perfectly ordinary to a commoner was a luxury beyond reach for her.

Delivering newspapers was the duty of the gatekeepers. Wufeng Street had always employed three elderly gentlemen for the role. Although the requirements were higher now, to address employment issues and avoid escalating tensions, the three men had remained at their posts.

"Not bad. Although the bloodline within you is not pure, I can still sense its origin, but..." Xuan Shuang trailed off, suddenly hesitant. Her light blue, beautiful eyes rested quietly on the slightly handsome youth before her.

Because she was clutching a pillow, it obscured most of her slender figure, creating a hazy, partially hidden allure.

Before Huang Feng’s blade could strike, a flash of black light erupted from Wang Linhai’s right foot. With a powerful stomp against the ground that sounded like an explosion, his body flickered and retreated backward.

"A very interesting idea. And you?" Faced with Gu Nianhang’s aggressive and unwavering conviction, the Pope offered a gentle, humble smile despite having been rejected and lectured. He turned his gaze toward Xiao Legong, waiting for his reply.

Zhao Wuya nodded, a flicker of contemplation crossing his profound eyes. Though he had suspected that Luo Yu’s identity was not simple, he truly could not fathom why, if Luo Yu belonged to such a grand power, he would come to learn at a sect like the Sky Sect.

Yet he noticed that Su Qing didn't seem to hear his words; she was watching the stage with undivided attention.

As soon as the words fell, the crowd erupted into chaos—a massive free-for-all. Gu Yun was somewhat surprised, but his face remained impassive. He simply edged closer to Ling'er so he could look after her at a moment's notice.

Once, they had mocked the audiences of various variety shows online, ridiculing them as actors—how could anyone possibly cry just from listening to a song?

Just as Lin Yuanyuan was shamelessly expounding her naive and childish views on love, Director Lin Chaonan pushed the door open and entered.

Even though Ming Lie was calculating against him, the way he did so was strangely moving.

The boss brought over a pile of small change. Fu Chengjue was usually quite fastidious, so when he paused, Qin Huan reached out to take the money and stuffed it into her own pocket. "I'll keep the money. I'll pay for things later."

Luo Chenyang always had a way of leaving her breathless and confused. It was just an embrace from behind, just a moment on horseback, yet she had nowhere to escape.