Engagement

Su Mo burst into a hearty laugh and made a gesture welcoming him forward, a motion that gracefully brushed aside all previous discord.

"Not only that," Tang Yuefei smiled knowingly, "once the hypothesis of spirit mediums is established, it neatly explains the phenomenon of visiting dreams. Such individuals are already masters who have penetrated the mysteries between the realms of the living and the dead, so it should not be difficult for them to exert a slight influence on the mortal world even after passing away."

Wang Weijun told me that I had run a high fever for three days and remained unconscious for a full week. He had tended to me over that week as meticulously as a husband caring for his wife during her confinement. Still somewhat dazed, I listened as Wang Weijun recounted what happened that day.

After boarding the public bus, Liu Mengmeng continued to ignore Yan Yetian. She paid her own fare and found a seat without the slightest concern for whether it was Yan Yetian's first time riding a bus or whether he had small change.

Yet now, it seemed that visiting the set was the most important thing of all; Bai Yuchen's arrival here today was entirely and exclusively for her.

As a physician, she saw a small amount of dark red liquid still flowing down the gastric tube into the negative-pressure drainage bottle, making it easy to deduce that Huo Shaochen's gastritis had worsened and progressed to internal bleeding.

Although the brother and sister felt a pang of heartache seeing so many fine treasures completely scavenged by this young man, they dared not utter a word. After all, he had saved their lives; even if he had stripped them of everything, that was simply the survival rule of this world.

Though Zhang Zhen could not see the light of merit, he could sense gusts of chilling wind frequently swirling around him. Yet none of these eerie breezes could come near his body, entirely shielded by the radiant halo of merit above his head.

This was neither reality nor a television drama; the concept of borrowing a corpse to resurrect the soul was not something just anyone could readily accept.

The night market in Suzhou City was truly breathtaking. Jiang Luoning seemed to have completely forgotten everything that happened earlier in the morning, excitedly pulling Shang Yuluo as she darted from one stall to another. Noticing a crowd gathered around a stall ahead out of sudden curiosity, the two of them squeezed through, only to find the stall entirely filled with various lanterns.

"You child, you're terrible at lying. If you have anything on your mind, just tell your elder sister, and I will help you!" Adair patted Angela's head and said.

The Ba army pursued for over ten miles, but their commander, Ba Xiu, ordered them not to press a desperate enemy too hard. They turned back, captured the Chu army's provisions, burned their camp, and swiftly retreated to Badong.

The white fox selected a few outfits from the wardrobe and put together an ensemble for him. Mou Yichen offered a bitter smile to himself as he looked at her, feeling as though his ability to care for himself had vanished completely ever since she came into his life.

Without knowing what scheme she was plotting, Shen Yiqing did not refuse. She could sense that there was no malice in her.

After pondering for quite a while without coming up with any answers, Bai Yi shook her head and forcefully cast the doubts aside for the moment.

Judging by its decor, the room was quite luxurious, comparable to the residences of white-collar professionals in ordinary cities. Normally there would be nothing strange about this, but finding it here—inside an underground tunnel—forced me to feel a sense of bizarre wonder. Perhaps the person I was searching for was no longer far away.

Ye Zhen instantly attempted to dash into the restaurant, and the man gave chase. Anticipating that he would try to stop him, Ye Zhen whirled around and delivered a punch charged with inner strength. To his surprise, the man's body felt like sponge, actually rebounding half of the force back at Ye Zhen. Having tasted half of his own blow, Ye Zhen immediately spat a mouthful of blood.

The hundreds of employees at Yujing Industrial, regardless of whether they were previously convinced by Shi Xiaofeng or not, were now completely won over.

The bus had been traveling for a long time. Although it was already nine or ten o'clock at night, the gorgeous illuminated scenery along the road truly opened their eyes. The city looked as though it were covered in blooming neon flowers, twinkling and brilliantly resplendent.

"Have you never thought about surviving? Do you think that by sacrificing yourself, many people will remember you, and you will become a so-called martyr?" Her tone was chilling and devoid of human warmth.

Kali kept shaking his hands at Karete, then offered a nonchalant, mocking smile, putting on an expression of utter indifference.

This was Liufeng's first time encountering Lin Meimian face-to-face, and his heart was hammering wildly. Lin Meimian kept telling herself to stay calm, to remain calm, but upon hearing him admit it with his own lips, she still found composure impossible.

No one understood better than Murong Zhi how lovely and charming even the faintest starlight could be in the midst of gloomy years, resembling a distant mother. No one had ever told Gu Lingge where his mother went after death, nor had anyone ever suggested she might have turned into a star or anything of the sort.

"Hmph, Third Brother is right. This time it really is Fourth Brother's fault, otherwise we would have captured the Nest-Empty Bird long ago!" Bai Sheng also chimed in with a grumble.

Kali repeated softly, a ripple stirring through his heart as his cold, striking expression faded slightly, replaced by a trace of desolation.

Seated cross-legged upon the back of that green ox was an ancient immortal with his eyes closed in meditation. He had snow-white hair and a beard, a complexion as ruddy as the morning sun, and was draped in a bright red Taoist robe. Strapped to his back was a massive bundle, which at first glance resembled a prominent hunchback.

Nevertheless, the residual might of the Thunder Prison still struck Liufeng. Yet his reaction was somewhat bizarre, like a scarecrow caught in a gust of wind; completely weightless, he fluttered away more than a dozen meters, cutting off any possibility of Ding Huo pursuing him.

Few people truly knew where Qingfang was, but some did, and Jiutian was one of them.

"Greetings, Commander Fan. Three hundred soldiers of the Special Operations Unit report to you." Seeing Liao Fan come out to greet him, Huang Changsheng saluted him.

Ling Qiuyun was quite confident about securing a draw. Under normal circumstances, she would have jumped right in, but the stakes of this so-called wager were simply too high. Better safe than sorry.

Yet, after multiple matches, Wang Xiu had already accumulated a certain amount of experience. In reality, during level-one team fights, what mattered most was output rather than positioning.

With that, Qin Yuan cast a shy glance at Wang Xiu, her demeanor and expression growing increasingly unmistakable.