Volume One, Chapter 23: Little Sister Has Suffered Because of You Again

Seeing Gu Chen turn against her for the sake of Jun Hui, Yan Yi felt a surge of jealousy. She rushed forward, grabbed Gu Chen by the lapels, and demanded angrily.

Don'e Miaoyi kept her head lowered and asked, "Do you think this room should be used for hanging clothes, or as a tea room? Why have you stopped talking today? You’re usually chirping away..." As she looked up, she saw the Ninth Prince standing beside her with a smile.

To enter such a massive conglomerate—especially the headquarters—is difficult even for graduates of top-tier universities. Thus, Long Yan’s exception was quite a surprise.

The Tenth Prince did not think much of it and quickly recounted the matter, though he omitted the fact that the Ninth Prince had been meeting Don'e Miaoyi in secret.

Beautiful woman, beautiful scenery—it should have been quite pleasant, yet the Ninth Prince furrowed his brows tightly.

Looking around the vast dining hall, whether in the Western dining area on the left or the Chinese dining area on the right, there were very few empty seats left.

What on earth is it? Was the self-destruction of a soul by a deity at the mid-stage of the Divine Realm, with a soul state having reached the Sixth Cycle of Reincarnation, only enough to hold it back for a mere moment?

There was no transportation in the village. When they first arrived, the buses sent by the hospital could not reach the mountain village, so the villagers came with ox carts to ferry the volunteer doctors in.

Ever since the red bridal veil was lifted, the Ninth Prince had eyes only for Don'e Miaoyi. Seeing her flushed, vibrant cheeks, he narrowed his eyes, his heart itching with desire.

Luo Yu’s dark eyes were fixed on the dense forest in the distance. Although it was pitch black all around, he felt no fear, for the old man stood right beside him, holding his hand tightly. These hands were warm and full of strength.

Seeing that the expression on her face was no longer as troubled as before, Mo Youting’s own mood began to improve.

Zhang Yuan’s pupils constricted. When he had previously seen the Dark Asura Empire absorbing human spirits, he had felt immense fury, believing that those capable of such acts must be the darkest and most ruthless demons. He had not expected the Crimson Empire to do the same, even going so far as to create so-called Spirit-Soul Master Control Brains.

He had truly only intended to come and take a look—in fact, even that decision had been made on a whim that afternoon—but now, seeing Du Ruo and Jiang Lei standing together, he could no longer restrain himself.

Song Fang had originally wanted to browse the maternity store, but I used Naonao as an excuse, saying I wanted to get home early. I didn't know if Song Fang saw through it, but she never called my bluff.

"I am truly flattered by the Princess's warmth today," Ye Miaocheng said, sitting on the embroidered stool brought by Nanny Cao, her eyes curved into smiles as she looked at Ye Qingcheng. She couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of alarm.

As beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Zhong Kui’s forehead, the golden flames on his body grew dimmer and dimmer, and the divine radiance faded from his appearance, slowly reverting to the form of Zhong Shuaishuai.

Chen Yuan nodded. Since the other party had made their position so clear, there was no point in pressing further. It wasn't as if he could really go with them to Mount Shu to fetch medicine.

After Ye Zi finished speaking, she threw what was in her hands, scattering it all over the coffee table, and stood up to head back to her room. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

Without having truly experienced war, one cannot know its horrors. Li Wei had always believed he had a stout heart, but once he stepped onto the battlefield, he realized he was wrong—horribly, devastatingly wrong.

Shao Ziqiang’s voice trembled with anger; as he spoke, he pulled his phone from his pocket, preparing to call for backup.

The man before him was a supreme expert, likely possessing the level of a Military Saint. He was in no way inferior to him, and yet... despite being of the same rank, he stirred a sense of caution in Yu Sheng.

Even the slightest movement brought heart-wrenching pain, so the reason he remained still was to adjust his own state.

They had long since received a reply from their aunt, and it was this very letter that had kept the Song family under a cloud of unspoken gloom for the past few days.

From now on, when facing my family’s cat, I can finally feel a bit of pride. Do you "Meow-star" creatures have magnetic levitation?

Powdered milk and malted milk were rare commodities at the time, but for the Lu family, they were clearly something they could afford, as evidenced by Lu Zhenjun’s practiced movements.

Seeing Gu Fengqing depart safely, Guo Xinyuan gazed at those present, then sheathed his sword and said coldly.

Chen Yingying, like An Keke, watched the direction in which Li Xiaoxiao had left. Her eyes were dark and inscrutable, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Su Ruhui cursed herself for being stupid and nodded. Ignoring how many excuses Gu Hu might have left, the two of them looked straight ahead and prepared to leave.

Neither Hongluan nor Qingque had expected that Su Ruhui would loathe Chuxue to such a degree that she would rather offend Gan Ran than keep her around.

This was a display of their reverence for the Princess and a reflection of their current state of mind. The Princess had returned, and they finally had a backbone; they no longer had to feel like orphans, anxious and fearful throughout the day.

Lying on the ground in excruciating pain, Tong Dabiao felt a sense of relief; he knew he had been saved.

Still, it was for the best. Phoenix Film had produced quite a few films over the years. When the time came, he would pick out a few suitable ones to send over—it was a reasonable way to utilize resources. It was just a pity that while the domestic market was large, its purchasing power was truly lackluster. Even if channels were developed, there wouldn't be much profit to be made. Better to cultivate it for now.

There was no signature on the handwriting. The cave behind was pitch black, and a foul, fishy stench drifted from within, carried out by the cold wind.