Chapter 106: Qiao Zhengshan's First Love Was Her

Qiao Muting dropped Qiao Zhengshan off at his own home and, without pausing for even a moment, drove toward the city. The dinner originally planned to welcome his mother-in-law and sister-in-law was completely disrupted by Qiao Zhengshan’s unexpected arrival. Yet when his car reached the dormitory building and he glanced up at her room, it was still shrouded in darkness. Had they not returned yet?

Qiao Muting waited beneath the streetlamp for a long time, until finally he saw Qiao Zhengshan approaching from afar in a black sedan.

“Uncle Gu, Aunt Liu—”

“I took some time to visit the Bathing Buddha Hall, and saw that seven volumes of scriptures you donated were still enshrined there,” Yan Zheng said, looking at Wangshu who was reclining lazily on the day couch, before sitting beside her.

Before him was a sprite with pale blue fur; the area where its tail joined its body was a deeper shade of blue, giving it an ethereal air.

When Stussy notified him about what was happening here, she had already mentioned that Padres would be present, carrying out this mission alongside Sword.

In that instant, a surge of unease swept over him. Ye Chen quietly gathered his strength, preparing to adapt as circumstances demanded.

Huo, upon entering, found Huo Yao’s sword scabbard and returned the sword. When he came back out, he saw Huo Yao eating apricots.

Song Guoming didn’t know much more than that. What he spoke of was common knowledge throughout Chinatown; he hadn’t been in country D long himself. Though he’d managed to save some money, he had no idea when he might return home.

The Empress Meng murmured, “It’s not the same. Lady Lan’s hands are clean, but mine…” She lifted her own hands, always feeling as though her palms were sticky, as if stained with countless traces of blood.

“Tsk tsk~” Loka looked up, and seeing Machino’s obedient and gentle demeanor, couldn’t help clicking his tongue.

Since she had no intention of going out, Yue Wangshu had simply braided her hair into one thick plait, now grasped in her hand—black and robust, she nodded in satisfaction.

To be honest, with the frequency of nightly revelries, considering the emperor’s current prowess, it was only natural that she should be expecting by now.

The last rays of the setting sun spilled across the Hopeless River. Ruoli’s silhouette was almost transparent. Her body dissolved into shimmering golden flecks, swept away by a melancholy breeze, vanishing into the orange sky.

“Chen’er tried to run away from home, but Jingbei saw him. How could you, as his mother, be so careless? Did you not notice anything wrong with your child’s mood?” Qixin scolded Ruoli relentlessly.

Ordinary experts, upon reaching the Longevity Secret Realm, would retrain their divine abilities, abandon the bad ones, refine their innate celestial manifestations, and then strive for immortality.

Such conversations occurred daily, yet it was always just her speaking. When tomorrow arrived, she would drink the bitter medicine without a word, as she always did.

There was no doubt that Chen Xuan intended first to understand how far humanity’s “gene technology” had advanced.

In a fleeting interval measured by one Planck time, Loki wore a look of terror and panic, Odin maintained his javelin-throwing stance, and Thor still resembled the actor Xu Jinjiang.

Su Xiuyi let out a guttural cry of pain. Countless branches of the world tree bound him completely, draining his power. The divine art of the Grand Reincarnation had already collapsed, and the soul, vital energy, and everything else in this incarnation were being frenziedly siphoned away by the world tree.

All things in the world—be it yin and yang, black and white—are divided into opposing halves. Never has there been talk of opposites merging into unity.

“As you wish.” Li Ang twisted his neck, watched as his opponent leaped out the window, unfurled his cloak like a bat, and gradually disappeared into the night sky.

Every animation director harbors a certain obsession with their own work. They strive for perfection, but funding is limited, so compromises must be made.

These days, she kept herself deliberately busy, for fear of encountering Gu Xiaobei, nervous that Gu Xiaobei would ask her about the past. She was no longer afraid of saying something wrong and being reproached by Li Haonan; what she dreaded was facing Gu Xiaobei.