Chapter 67

"Let's get out of the car and walk!" Yang Jinxin steadied her racing heartbeat, pressed against her stomach, and after finally calming down, immediately said with composure.

After finishing breakfast, I called Ruomeng, but to my surprise, I couldn't get through, only hearing the automated prompt: "The number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable." After trying several times, I gave up, figuring that perhaps Ruomeng's phone simply ran out of battery.

Taking advantage of the moment she opened her mouth wide, Wang Yan shoved the pear he was holding straight into her mouth—he had been gnawing on it for ages just to prepare for this exact second.

"Just consider it for my sake..." Huo Chengjun's words were cut short by a rapid series of knocks on the door, though it was already deep into the night.

The glaring light illuminated her pale face, devoid of a shred of color, revealing only an uncontrollable panic, anxiety, and worry.

"No need to worry. You must get a good rest, or else you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow." He reached out and picked her up, placing her onto the freshly made pallet on the bed, murmuring teasing words.

"If you knew the trump card I had to pull out just to suppress it back then, you would understand why I gave him such high praise," I said with a smile.

Seeing this, Chu Yu hurriedly stepped forward again, attempting to help him undo his buttons, but Qin Muyang slightly turned his body to evade her hands.

Gu Qianxun asked directly and bluntly, determined to get to the bottom of this, as it concerned his son's lifelong happiness.

"She has just fallen asleep; let her rest," Although Fan Mingyou ultimately chose to protect Huo Chengshu, after a day and a night of turmoil, she was already utterly exhausted. Furthermore, due to severe blood loss from a difficult labor, combined with the agonizing sight of her newborn baby slowly drawing its last breath, she was completely drained in body and spirit, her face deathly pale.

Within the sword formation, killing intent surged, and the piercingly cold sword qi was virtually indistinguishable from the sword intent Ye Shaobei had just unleashed.

"System, since you're making me practice swordsmanship, isn't it a bit unreasonable not to give me a decent weapon?" At least for the moment, Chen Wei was still unable to freely control the release and withdrawal of his internal energy.

Mo Qingcheng was obviously already accustomed to such scenes, but for Chen Wei, it was still somewhat difficult to adapt.

She was already used to this kind of treatment; those people were simply jealous that she knew how to do business and that her shop performed better than theirs. She merely adhered to honest business practices, neither stealing nor snatching, and felt she had wronged no one.

"Mayor, these are the data from the research report. We discovered massive energy inside those red gems. However, for the time being, we have no way to convert this energy into usable power; it will take time," the researcher reported.

In reality, far from it—through the hype of backing capital, a single painting or artwork of his could easily fetch prices in the tens of millions at auction.

It seemed she could no longer afford to be soft-hearted like this; otherwise, others would truly look down on her.

Since Lin Dong still wanted to fight, perhaps the previous move was just a diversion, and this one was the real focus.

No, don't panic, it's not a big deal. Wang Heng immediately recalled a crucial detail: Lu Qi should have been stationed at the Penguin headquarters in Shenzhen for the past two years, and her future ventures would likely be in the imperial capital rather than Rongcheng, so the threat level was low... right?

Due to Youzhou's treacherous geographical location, the Lu Cheng Dynasty launched several expeditions there, but the various factions within simply practiced scorched-earth tactics, hiding away and refusing to engage the regular army in battle. While it appeared to be a resounding victory, ultimately, due to the harsh climate and inhospitable terrain, they were forced to withdraw.

When this news first broke, it was treated by football fans merely as one of Mutu's many "romantic affairs" alongside his other tabloid scandals.

"Tony, how about that? I won!" Dan arched his eyebrows at his friend in excitement, just like a child who had just received a lollipop.

Pulling his body tighter into the corner and convincing himself that he had severed the emotional thread between himself and the future with a powerful strike, Asuka looked blankly at a conflicted-looking Mirai standing beside him.

Students ranked 101st to 200th undoubtedly varied in strength or luck. The school leadership of the Thirteenth High School showed adequate respect for this, giving those students who wished to take the Soul Qi College Entrance Examination—though slightly lacking in strength, yet still striving hard—one more opportunity.

The street outside the hotel was packed with carriages, and as people boarded them, they rumbled away. Lorenzo and his group were the last to set off; unlike the Inveig Orchestra, they had direct service arranged by North Dero.

If they hadn't just returned home, it would be logical to assume the air conditioning would have been turned on rather than leaving the indoor temperature this low.

Anfield Stadium was a "blessed ground" for Leicester City; in their last five away matches at Liverpool, they had actually secured three victories here.

He felt his world instantly turn completely blank, only to be splashed into a chaotic mess of vibrant, heavy colors the next second. Even his ears involuntarily began playing some nameless nursery rhyme. He had no idea how much time had passed, until someone tugged on the clothes behind him.

Following that explosion, the lake was bought by someone. After the purchase, the buyer did not develop the land, but instead built a tomb on the lakeshore.

How could there be a teacher like Lin Yang? Not only did he hit him yesterday, but today he even swore profanities right in front of the students—did he have any shred of decency left?

Wu Taidou's eyes rolled fiercely, slowly radiating a trace of astonishment, as if he found everything before him somewhat unbelievable.

After I closed the door, Zhang Hao stayed by my side. As for Li Li and Jia Huo, though I couldn't see them at the moment, I knew they were definitely staying close to me as well.

"Brother Chen is joking. Even if I hadn't made a move, you would have stepped in. A mere low-level Yellow-Page ghost causing trouble can't kick up any major waves," Zhuo Kai said with eyes full of confidence.

Li Feng was also furious—angry that his best friend kept all his hardships to himself. But after muttering a few complaints and looking at Dongzi's pale face, he swallowed the rest of the words, truly unable to bear saying any more. After offering a couple of words of comfort, he pressed the bedside call button; now that Dongzi had woken up, the most crucial thing was to have the doctor come and examine him.

The general's men were still wondering what had left the general dangling in midair when they saw a young man walk out from the woods holding a roasted chicken. They hastily shouted questions at him, though they didn't charge forward, as the man was walking directly toward their side.

That single address of "Fairy" left Qianqian completely dumbfounded. When had anyone from the Xuan-rank ever been so polite to her? Only after snapping back to reality did Qianqian run off to report this to Zuo Yu.

"Jiujiang, did you just say that when this Li Feng was saving you all, he kicked a maddened horse, sending both the horse and the cart flying several meters away?" Since there was no longer any lead regarding the peanuts, Li Shihmin steered the questioning back to the details of Li Feng's heroic rescue.