45 Pouring Out One's Heart

With a stable and promising future already laid out, where else could one find a place to settle and build a life if they hadn't won over the master early on with a few gentle words?

Summer Han truly was something else. Why invite the assistant of an ex-boyfriend out of nostalgia when she had such a shabby, impoverished air about her? To think she could even attend the Feng family’s wedding—it almost lowered the event’s prestige.

Those well-known haunted hotels and hospitals had all turned into game dungeons, where survival depended solely on escaping alive.

At first, the commander disagreed, but after she offered a bargaining chip, he agreed without even asking what information she possessed.

For instance, in matters of corruption, every official in the court was tainted, not a single one clean. Yet, apart from Chief Minister Huang Liji, few were ever dragged out for investigation or execution.

Abao’s face, bruised and swollen, gradually recovered its color, while his own complexion grew increasingly pale.

For the first time, Summer Han took the initiative, deeply and fiercely capturing his tongue, disorienting his mind.

After venting her anger, Li Anqi suddenly had a thought flash through her mind. Despite it being past one in the morning, she pulled out her phone and messaged someone she hadn’t contacted in a long time: “Dong Yu? This is Li Anqi. An Xi has returned to the country. We’re gathering in a few days. Will you come?”

From what she had observed since their acquaintance, it was clear that this was absolutely not Shen Fei’s character, which only reinforced Xiao Jin’s suspicions.

At this moment, Beimang County stood in stark contrast to the distant Western Lanjing Empire, neighboring the continent’s strongest nation, a testament to Beimang County’s prosperity.

“Crying and whining, where is the spirit of our Xiang sons?” Xiang Liang roared in anger, then strode out, his aura surging as he faced off with Chasing Wind.

Back at the main camp, Hang relayed what he had learned at Ruan Junxi’s home to his comrades. Shocked but unable to unravel the mystery, they unanimously agreed to set the matter aside for now. Their primary concern was Liu Yujia’s premonition about tomorrow.

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After calling a few times with no response, Su Meng simply tossed her phone aside and walked into the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

Stepmother Su had assumed she’d slept until dawn, but when she got out of bed and opened the door, she was taken aback to see the sky still pitch dark.

Su Meng was diligent in her studies, asking questions whenever she was unsure. However, nobody is perfect, and she had absolutely no talent for making pastries. Despite her efforts, the results were truly dismal—either burnt or undercooked.

“Well then!” Zhang Miao, though reluctant, was wise enough not to let her head get clouded.

“It seems we haven’t decided the winner yet. How about another round?” Lin Ruoyun suddenly suggested.

She wondered why the men of the Leng family, though appearing reserved, had such extravagant and flamboyant taste in naming.

But a second chance was difficult. The bed of Huo Ertuo Yin likely already held another man. If Young Master Zhong wished to take his place, he would need to use his charm to displace the current occupant.

Jiang Bin had grown somewhat accustomed to the temperature after frequently checking over the past days. He hadn’t noticed Deng Yue’s sweating and lost track of time. Only when Wu Yue shouted in frustration did he realize they had been inside for quite a while.

“That guy, using divine movement for such a short distance?” Chef sighed, turning back to take another path and leaving leisurely.

“What kind of trick is that? You’ve used several moves, yet there’s no technique to them. You didn’t learn this from your uncle, did you?” Wei Zhuang laughed, knowing full well it couldn’t be from Gai Nie but unwilling to miss the chance to mock him.

Such molten lava posed a challenge even for the eighth and ninth-rank Heavenly Immortals like Luo Tian. For him, it was nothing less than a death trap.

Beyond her stunning appearance, she was gifted with unparalleled talent in both singing and dancing.

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Our scholars and masters in the Dao Attainment realm were all tightly engaged, unable to spare a hand to assist.

Although the situation here was still unclear, Qingqing suggested to Han Liniang that they consider their options.

If appearance truly didn’t matter to you, then why were all your close confidantes breathtakingly beautiful?

Chen Fan knew it was too late to intervene and so watched the battle between the two sides closely with Wu Zimeng and the others.

When Wang Yingwei heard that Liu Ping forbade him from contacting her for an entire week, he was utterly shocked.

“Two young masters, there’s trouble! You both sent troops to Huang City without permission, angering the general. He wants to see you. You’d better run—head back to the capital to see your mother,” Qi Hu anxiously warned.

And yet, why was her focus on her appearance? Had she forgotten that just moments ago, the Ink Painter Shen came and warned her that only her mission would become more difficult? How could she be so unconcerned?

Hearing footsteps stop beside him, Xu Zuoyan lifted his head from the pillow and glanced at Ye Kaicheng. Pressing his lips together, he let out a snort and buried his head back in the pillow.