Chapter 67: I Cannot Forget You

After Dumping the Younger Boyfriend, the Beijing Elite Heir Drops the Act The bright moon gives birth to blossoms. 1299 words 2026-02-09 19:06:08

A group of men and women dressed lightly, revealing eight-pack abs and long legs. Feng Su promptly covered Li Jiuwei’s eyes with his hand, his face dark and cold as he commanded, “Everyone, leave.”
“Suge, this is the show I arranged for you. They're all newcomers, each with a unique skill.”
“A show? You, come here!” Feng Su’s tone shifted abruptly as he singled out Zhou Hui. These people could not remain, and Zhou Hui swiftly sent them all away.
Because of this, Zhu Zaiyu’s fame in domestic history is not high, stemming from his unusual status, the profundity of his works, unfavorable historical background, and limitations in the educational system.
To verify his suspicions, he launched relentless attacks, while the Eternal Dragon King continually regenerated and dove deeper.
Once the general direction was settled, the meeting shifted toward how to handle Somi and the series of impacts caused by changes among the members of Strike.
Nevertheless, Zhao Hao’s outing was exceedingly cautious: five household guards each with a martial prowess above 65, plus Zhao Chuan, and thirty to forty robust servants.
With so many guilds on the opposing side, no matter how powerful the Crimson Name Sect was, they could not fend off so many players attacking the formation at once.
O’Neal, Kobe, Karl Malone, and Gary Payton all glared angrily at Artest; none of these four were easy to deal with, and Artest dared not act too brazenly.
Class President [121]: Don’t worry, the Young Detective Squad has a halo and nothing will happen. Now that I’m awake, leave the rest to me.
In the game, killing was not a crime. They thoroughly unleashed their instincts, acting at will—was this not a release of pent-up frustration?
Popovich and Howard were some distance away from Sun Zhuo, and after the game ended, the crowd prepared to leave, creating a deafening noise. Thus, their conversation was not overheard by Sun Zhuo, and Duncan kept awkwardly chatting with him, while Sun Zhuo’s gaze remained fixed on this lovable Stone Buddha.
For Su Li, his heart was not as composed as he appeared. Even though he had hugged and kissed Mingjing Nan before, such intimacy as this moment still made him a bit anxious.
Yang Xu was absent from the county office, so Zhao He could only work there. Though he understood little, he listened carefully—this was what Yang Xu taught him: listen and observe enough, and eventually one learns. Besides, he had some help, and his presence also served to supervise Xue Chengzhang.
A red oil umbrella floated in the rain, the spinning figure soaked through. As she slipped, a pair of strong, clamp-like hands firmly locked onto her. An elegant, handsome face appeared before Bai Bing’s eyes.
The subordinate driving the carriage noticed his own leader’s relieved expression and was puzzled. That beautiful woman—even he would be delighted to sit beside her for a while, and it would make him happy for days. Yet, why did his leader seem almost afraid of the beauty inside?
She slipped quietly into a dormitory room. Inside, it was pitch-black, even darker than the outdoors under moonlight—at least one could see a little outside.
Mo Fan immediately noticed this strange change, and the smile at the corners of his mouth grew even more pronounced.
Lu Ming’s finger slipped inside; even through the thin fabric, he felt a silky smoothness.
“No, a subordinate told me that Grandfather recently invited a feng shui master from Huaxia, planning to choose an auspicious day to exhume Father’s grave. So I need to go back first and can’t accompany you,” she said apologetically to Jiang Qijun.
Gradually, a thread of black mist emerged from the broken seal the beast had damaged, unraveling and drifting slowly upward, vanishing toward the place it was summoned.
Yixiu exhaled a breath of relief, sat cross-legged on the ground, eyes half-closed, reciting the Vajra Sutra to subdue demons.
The emperor watched her scoop some chili oil into her noodles and pour in a bit of vinegar. Having never eaten it this way, he instinctively tasted Yao Chuxi’s noodles.