Chapter 28

It was clearly her mother who was at fault for the failure of the marriage, yet instead of offering counsel, he imposed these baseless accusations upon Lin Xiran. This caused rumors to swirl throughout the campus recently, and previously, even led some blindly following students to come and harm her.

Her habit of falling into conspiracy theories resurfaced. Lin Hansheng had taken Bai Jinghong away; if they were heading to Gebu, could one assume that Lin Hansheng’s relationship with Gebu was far from ordinary? And if Lin Hansheng were indeed closely linked to Gebu, what roles were the Lins and Bai Yanjun from the Duke’s estate playing in all of this?

Tang Seng threw the collection of recordings over. This was the method used to handle the Calabash Brothers and Ultraman previously; anime characters were quite susceptible to this approach.

Haunted by these questions, Lin Xiran was so distracted throughout the meal that Ling Hao mistakenly thought she was still dwelling on the day's events. As he pondered, an inexplicable sense of helplessness washed over him, and he even began to worry.

The man seemed to have a penchant for cleanliness. Although his clothes were casual, they were spotless, as was his hair—not a hint of grease, suggesting he washed it daily. For a man, that was truly rare.

Xu Ruoguang looked at her, his eyes shimmering like a starry sky, with a hint of joyful laughter hidden among the twinkling stars.

Meanwhile, Zhou Xian, given the current state of the Zhou family, had to force herself to pull it together to attend the wedding.

Perhaps this bouquet was like her current relationship with Ling Hao—withered and miserable, having already missed its best blooming season.

I breathed a sigh of relief and lay flat on the bed. After a while, I got up, feeling hungry.

King Li had just finished absorbing the moisture from the vegetables with one hand when, hearing Cang Luochen’s question, he stepped forward and crouched beside her to check the fire in the stove.

Zhang Mingyu laughed heartily without denying it, then turned and walked away. As he brushed past that man, he caught a glimpse of hostility and disdain in the man’s eyes, who was holding a bouquet of roses behind his back.

For a Duan inkstone, the sound of wood is best, the sound of tile is secondary, and the sound of metal is inferior; these three distinct sounds reflect the tenderness or maturity of the Duan stone. In contrast, for a She inkstone, a clear, metallic "clang-clang" sound is considered the mark of high quality. If the sound is a dull "thud-thud," it indicates the She stone is high in mud content or possesses hidden flaws, marking it as inferior.

"Cut the crap, you bastard. One more word out of you and I’ll dismantle the limbs of the Deng family army," Wu Miao retorted, tapping his blade against the body of a member of the Deng family army.

Driving the Wrangler outward, the streets were filled with police cars and officers. Lin Rui wished he could sprout wings and fly away.

Cang Luochen, who had kept her head down the entire time, finally looked up, staring at the empty cage with an expression of laughter and tears.

Yet, who would have thought that beneath such beautiful scenery, death and danger lay in wait everywhere?

My heart tightened. We must remember that the willow forest we saw at noon was full of life, home to wild camels, sand grouse, and hares. According to common knowledge, many animals would rest in the forest overnight, and some would even emerge to roam after dark.

Lin Rui lunged backward, dodging the attack. The opponent landed on the ground, knees bent, then looked up and stared at him, emitting a guttural, gurgling sound from his throat, much like a wild beast.

When his younger brother chose to forgive, when everything could have returned to normal and gotten back on track, he left.

The curse Ning Jue unleashed at the cost of his life had indeed taken effect, but it was far less potent than the true curses recorded in history.

Wu Yuan was so frightened that she immediately withdrew her hands and sat obediently on the chair, not daring to move a muscle while waiting to hear Song Han speak, like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow, trembling at the slightest sound.

The actors who had intended to keep drinking completely lost the urge; after all, there would be plenty of time for that later.

Delayed at the set, Xu Qing could not make it back to the hotel and headed straight to the wrap party.

This voice carried a demonic quality, as if it were transmitted not through the ears, but directly into the consciousness.

Ding Kai thought for a moment before saying, "Fine, then we shall meet again." He then turned to the doctors and added, "You’ve broadened your horizons; you may all return to your work." With that, he walked out of the ward. Seeing Ding Kai leave, the physicians followed him out.

Just as Fang Xing was about to trigger his skill for an ambush, he suddenly saw two figures appear out of thin air above the woods—they seemed to be from the Dongfu Immortal Sect.

"In terms of will, having withstood the trials of the seven emotions and six desires, it is sufficient to prove the strength of your heart," Zhan Tianyan said slowly, her voice cold, as if describing something that had nothing to do with her.

The black caiman suddenly snapped its jaws, a movement that scared the daylights out of De Ye, who was sitting behind Liu Wei, causing him to lean backward.

As for the trivial matters of the various sects, Yang Luo no longer cared; he had something more important to do now.

Bu Jingyun was struck with terror. Ji Yun’s gaze seemed to have frozen him in an instant; it felt as if his breathing had stopped, and Bu Jingyun even had the illusion that time itself had ceased. The feeling was terrifying—a sense of being at someone else's mercy, where he could only watch, unable to do anything.

"Have you made up your mind? Do you truly intend to be an actor? If you want to, I will arrange it for you right now," Yue Qingcheng said, raising an eyebrow.

While Long Qi was lost in thought, he suddenly remembered something. From the depths of the Nine Dragon Palace, he retrieved a spherical jade object. He pried it open, and to his surprise, it opened.

"You saw Jun Xie?" Ning Rui asked, his eyes sweeping over Gu Ying’s blood-stained hand. The blood had yet to dry, and a few drops had fallen onto the floor.

The Liu family treated their servants well, not just in food and clothing, but in attitude as well. They never easily scolded or beat their servants, and usually maintained a kind and approachable demeanor. Many who joined the household later did not realize Yunxiang’s true severity, which led to some restlessness.

Beneath him, Feng was so shy she wished she could bury her head in Bu Fan’s chest; her ears were bright red.