Master Xiao Makes His Little Darling Cry (27)

[Host, host, keep pushing! The corruption level is about to reach 20%!]

Hua Mi wandered through the walk-in closet of the villa, almost every day being forcibly carried back to her room by Yan Jiu.

She admired her new clothes in the mirror and even discovered a few new poses that could both conceal the red marks on her neck and make her crying look convincing, paying no attention to the system at all.

The system was anxious. Ever since the corruption level dropped to 30%, the frequency of the host and the male lead sharing the same room had increased.

From the standpoint of the rules, demigods were essentially divine reserves; they were all divine beings with no major special differences among them.

“I don’t want to.” Su Yue sat down, opened the wooden box she carried with her, and took out the healing ointment and bandages one by one.

Zhu Gui happily ran out of the Agricultural Department’s mansion to report the good news at home. Lü Bu and the two examiners continued to assess the candidates, most of whom were highly skilled in farming techniques. There were also some who knew how to make farming tools and others who understood pest control methods—a mixed group.

As a kitchen assassin, perhaps she should offer a prayer, hoping her culinary skills would improve in the future—at least to avoid burning the stove.

Jiang Hui established Glorious Films, actually to complement Tudou Network. The relationship between Glorious Films and Tudou Network was like fish and water, mutually beneficial. Going it alone would make things much harder for both.

An elderly man with a kindly face stood in the tea pavilion; behind him were rows of lush, green tea bushes under a blue sky with white clouds.

Ye Su flipped over the jealousy jar—this was no trivial matter, especially since the night before had seen a breach in their delicate relationship, each retreating half a step.

Zhang Mengze’s glowing Weibo post read: “Heard that President Jiang personally took the stage to introduce the Glorious phone product. So rare! The male idol actually exposed himself to the spotlight—how much love must he have for the Glorious phone?”

When the clothing carriage arrived in front of the Han residence, Madame Li hurriedly sent Ji Chun to assist, and Ah Huan followed. Together, they helped Wang Fuling down from the carriage.

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Although Wang Fuling didn’t believe Xuan Ye was a true monk, at least he was openly a monk and generally observed precepts. The southern border king surely understood Xuan Ye’s status in the Great Xia and could not be unaware of his current identity.

Everyone recovering from a long illness experiences this feeling: unable to tolerate incessant chatter nearby, which only fuels irritation.

“This is a seatbelt, to be used when the plane takes off or lands!” The flight attendant patiently explained again, serving every customer with professional ethics. Facing such passengers, she could only comfort herself in this way.

“What do you want to eat?” It had been a long time since I saw Yue Heng; he seemed thinner, which made me a little distressed.

After Bonnie witnessed Elmer’s death, Xie Tong seized the opportunity in her momentary lapse, shouted “Nine Heavens Divine Thunder!” and completed a series of complex hand seals. Suddenly, a purple lightning bolt descended from the sky, striking directly on Bonnie’s head.

I cannot lose this friend; I must make things clear to her. Coming to my senses, I realized that the determined motion had caused me to clench my fist subconsciously. Long-neglected nails dug into my palm, leaving several marks of varying depths.

The old Taoist enumerated a long list of ingredients for his practices. Aside from some I recognized, he mentioned several very exotic items. Zhou Shi carefully memorized everything before stepping outside.

After much hesitation, Sun Xue extended her trembling hands and gently grasped the door handle, her heart rising to her throat. Lin Mei behind her was no better off.

I decisively refused Wan’er. Now that Bai Ling had been rescued and was no longer in danger, there was no need to quibble further with Wan’er.

Ximen shook his head helplessly. Sister Liu, sitting beside Ping’er, couldn’t help but laugh at Ximen’s defeated expression, never expecting such a cute side from him.

I smiled faintly without refusal. Whether I could truly let it go was another matter, but since she said she wanted to repay my favor, why should I pretend to be proud and decline?

“More than a box,” Cao Peng answered casually, then focused his gaze on the art school students dancing in the ballroom.

The “Dragon-Tiger-Phoenix Combination” tactic of the Bronze Age was a strategy that combined the strengths of three mythical beasts: snake, cat, and chicken. The greedy snake, the elusive cat, and the digging chicken. However, upon seeing this combination, Yang Bian’s mind was filled only with the thought of a fragrant stew, his mouth watering uncontrollably.

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“Involving matters of the Tao Lord and Demon Lord is beyond my authority! If you are truly targeted by those two Demon Lords, you can always seek refuge in the ancestral mansion under the protection of the Old Ancestor of a Hundred Flowers,” Zuo Qiu Lexian replied with a smile.

What Su Yang intended to do was truly unfathomable; any slight disturbance might alert the tomb guardians.

The swift and sudden changes left the cultivators in the stands dazzled. The seemingly refined Yi Xuan also possessed a ruthless streak, adopting a tit-for-tat strategy that swiftly counterattacked the once-arrogant Mao and left him seriously injured.

“But Commander Leng Ye, as the head of the Imperial Guard, must always protect the palace’s security. I’m afraid he can’t spare the time,” Lan Bingyue said.

“Senior Brother Yingbo, please forgive me. I am new here and hope for your guidance!” Yi Xuan, seeing Yingbo’s easygoing nature, sincerely sought friendship.

From thirty, one blossoms into their prime; at forty, one reaches the realm of the Venerable; and at fifty, one achieves the rank of Martial Emperor—a truly formidable individual.

However, Gao Ang was skeptical of such claims. In his view, it was more likely that some divine beings created certain external aids to gain greater power, and these aids later mutated into viruses.

Using Earth’s surface as a reference, magnetic fields vary with altitude, and gravity changes with height.

In the high sky, towering, grotesque metallic mechanical figures hovered silently amid a rain of blood. Twisted cyclones spread beneath their feet as they stood poised.

Upon seeing Qi Xue, these people first froze, then quickly made way for him to sit.

If Gao Ang could upgrade the “Dragon God” set to SSR quality, even with inadequate skills, he would certainly be much more at ease.