Twenty-two, twenty-two.

Zong Qiqi hurriedly grabbed my arm, a scene that caused other passing students to turn and stare.

Liu Yan'er blushed as Yang Ming led her along for a distance; she held back for a long time before finally squeezing out a single sentence.

The old woman nodded and brought over two crutches. The elderly couple then leaned on them, holding hands as they walked forward.

The giant who had been shot had mouthed two silent words to her at the end; she now realized those words must have been "danger."

The ghost messenger turned his gaze to his own hands, and the more he looked, the more familiar the idol seemed.

It was a spacious room, lavishly decorated, clearly having required a great deal of effort to furnish.

Sun Fugui looked at the only two knife-carts blocking the doorway side by side, leaving channels of over three feet on either side, and let out a heavy sigh.

Daniu was also frustrated. Being a powerhouse reliant on brute strength, he had previously looked down on the Mohist mechanical arts. He had only paid lip service to Yang Ming’s warnings, never taking them to heart.

The Hanging Gate members had no habit of using firearms; the reason was simple: they were a martial arts gang built by traveling warriors who disdained the use of Eastern weaponry.

While he was struggling with a cookbook, Feng Yao’s phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, he shuddered with a guilty conscience.

"Scoundrel! How dare you ruin the facade of my Meng family?!" Second Master Meng stepped forward, pointing at Qin Mu in a rage.

It was precisely for this reason that Fan Yuanjie had never known how to walk, only managing to do so at the age of five by enduring pain that felt like stepping on knife blades.

The refining of medicinal pills was extremely difficult, and the success rate was low. It was only through Qin Mu’s help that they could achieve today’s scale of production.

Next, after both sides banned Master Yi and Jax, it was time for them to start selecting their heroes.

Several paparazzi on the border noticed this scene and immediately dropped their cameras, choosing to flee as if they had gone mad.

As a result, Ye Tang had only managed to say four words before Liao Liang was already using spiritual energy to make his chopsticks fly through the air.

Now, looking up, he noticed that for some reason, Dashan was carrying a bamboo basket on his back, the kind used by mountain folk to collect herbs.

Su Yanyu secretly wondered if her grandfather was hoping that Li Wenliang would act arrogantly at the Qiao family estate, just so Grandfather Qiao would misjudge him.

Although there were the Mysterious Hidden Guards in the palace, one could never expect any nation’s royal court to be clean enough to have no spies planted by outsiders; sometimes, being too clean was not necessarily a good thing.

"What do you mean by that?!" Ming Jing stared at him, asking, her expression tense. Her younger brother was scheming again; even she felt that he was acting a bit dark-hearted at that moment, and she was glad to be the elder sister.

Fei'er lowered her head, smiling without a word. Shi Xiaofeng could not suppress his impulse and leaned down to gently kiss her cherry lips.

"So that's how it is..." Angela wore an expression of sudden realization; she finally understood the reason for Su Jun’s demeanor.

Suddenly, with a loud noise, Mu Zhang felt his foot hit empty air, and his entire body fell into a trap.

"Absolutely. Captain, let's step aside and talk." Shen Tong and Shen Yaoqing went to a secluded spot.

Ever since the Shaolin, Nangong family, Wudang, and Zhang family joined the Special Operations Group under the Dragon Protection League, more martial artists had joined one after another. The current Special Operations Group boasted thirty-eight warriors, each a martial artist with unique skills and immense individual combat power.

Ye Zhen felt uncomfortable watching them, as none of the three sought him out. Although Ye Zhen didn't play much League of Legends, he had played a couple of games before. The private room was simple, intended only to avoid being disturbed; there was no restroom inside, as it would be too troublesome and less profitable, so naturally, they used the public one.

Gao Guxuan was a man with a sensitive nose for news. He immediately realized: did Zheng Zhefan’s words mean that he had saved them from a potential air disaster?

Sun Heng patted his pockets and gave a bitter laugh: "I am penniless right now. Not only is there no money on me, there isn't even a scrap of paper..." He suddenly stopped speaking and lowered his head into deep thought.

Ye Zhen brushed the dust off his gun. Lan Kun was already pinned down; he held his Scarlet Blood Sword, killing one after another, until suddenly a large rat bit Lan Kun on the hand.

From going to the Turks to save his father, to gunpowder, then to Da'an Ward, Chang'an Academy, the navy, and finally the C-section—when had Tang ever spoken empty words?

I transmigrated here as a fifth-rank official with a beautiful wife in the Zhenguan era, yet I am expected to lose without any backbone or dignity, just to be humiliated and disgraced?

No matter what she wanted to do, there was always someone acting in the Emperor's name to suppress her, and always someone pointing a finger at her head to tell her that a subject’s duty was to protect the royal family.

Thus, most of Tang Heshang’s dull state had to be attributed to that voice he had heard in a daze.

Almost everyone in the capital knew that the Su family’s talented young master, Su Jinnian, who was covered in military honors, had returned from the frontier. Today’s archery tournament had gathered everyone’s curious gazes, and simultaneously, secret alliances were being formed behind the scenes.

"Suxin, did you bring the medicine I gave you?" Yu Feiwan looked around at the people in the courtyard and asked.

"Familiar strangers: the most familiar of strangers, using the coldest words to pierce the most fervent hearts."

Lu Manman could not understand why such a wonderful city as Daoxiang would be despised by so many people.

"Killing out of spite is very common. How many young people have committed extreme acts just because they couldn't swallow their pride or save face? Go back and think about it yourself." Wang Chong saw his guest out.

Suddenly, Tian Xing felt the wisp of spiritual consciousness in his mind emit a slight heat, continuously flashing with a silver light, and this "Time-Breath Space" actually began to resonate with Tian Xing’s heart.

In fact, in this family, it wasn't just Mo Yinuo and Ye Chu who shared a close bond; their parents, Mo Xiuyuan and Lu Manman, were also very close. Every time they returned, it felt as if love was particularly easy to find and sustain, yet whenever she thought of herself, she could only sigh that love was something that depended on fate.

She did it only so that one day, when she found her family and her lover, she would have enough strength to protect them.