39 Today is a Good Day for Giving Flowers

It felt as if she had been frozen for a very long time, though the temperature inside the car had been quite mild just moments ago. Tang Huaijin carried her upstairs, entered their bedroom directly, and wrapped her tightly in the quilt.

"You two are something! Truly something! What exactly do you want?" Zhan Tian, now strangely calm, glared at the pair with crimson, furious eyes.

"Jingchu, you’ve returned. The old master has missed you dearly during your absence; he often mentioned you whenever we spoke," Elder Guo said, smiling at Jingchu.

Just as I was drifting into a deep sleep, the phone beside my pillow began to vibrate violently, jolting me awake. I checked the screen: it was 3:00 AM, and the caller was Gu Qin.

I hurriedly gathered my thoughts and sat up straight, playing the part of a diligent student. But it was too late. Chen Shishi had noticed my lack of attention and was heading straight for me, skipping all other rows.

"Mom, I’ve already told you, I have a boyfriend. Why must you force me?" Xu Rongfei frowned, sounding somewhat helpless.

After school, Sun Qianqian called to say she had opened a new restaurant and wanted to treat me to a meal. I couldn't bring myself to refuse, so I hurried over. I briefly considered bringing Peng Yuxin, but dismissed the idea as inappropriate and went alone.

"Second Uncle, how is Jiaming?" An hour later, Huangfu Zhenxiong stepped out of the room and slowly closed the door. Huangfu Haoyue asked anxiously.

"You heard him yourself. If I had any ulterior motives toward him, he wouldn't have said anything about accepting me again," I said.

Apart from that water glass, the room remained exactly as he had left it. Had he not been in a rush to leave that morning and absentmindedly placed the glass there, he would never have known someone had entered.

One must understand the sheer scale of the Moyun Holy Kingdom; its population likely numbers in the trillions, yet saints? They are few and far between, with barely one born every billion years.

The crowd was stunned. Even the unflappable and indifferent Third Master of the Li family, Li Chuanhuo, saw his expression shift. *Hmph, this Qin Feng is actually a mage as well—a dual practitioner of martial arts and sorcery. He even kept that hidden from me. Good, very good.*

She had actually met this old man three times, though she hadn't noticed him during their first encounter.

Perhaps only the techniques learned in intelligence training could steady one's nerves and allow one to turn a blind eye to what was unfolding. Regardless, doing so might gradually diminish the plantation owner and pilot's distrust toward others and myself.

Countless citizens cried out in their hearts: why hadn't the Four Symbols and Two Essences Array, which should have shrouded the Divine Capital, been activated? The great formation meant to shield them from the bombardment of debris seemed to have vanished, showing no response at all.

Yu Fei, from Zhuzhou, claimed to be traveling through the Divine Capital to broaden his horizons. He was cheerful by nature, immediately striking up a "brotherly" rapport with Liu Wei after meeting him a few times at the inn—a classic case of someone who makes friends instantly.

"Very well." The priest turned to glance at the bishop’s room on the second floor, then hesitated before pushing open the two wooden doors.

"Hahaha... old friend, I must say, I’m surprised you’ve taken a liking to the profession of a raider," Fast patted his brother on the shoulder.

Their voices suddenly rang out at that moment, clearly intended to startle the big man, carrying more than a hint of mischief.

Three simple words were squeezed from his throat; Wan Qi had never found speaking such a difficult task.

After several harrowing experiences, Wan Qi was no longer the cold, harmless youth he once was; taking a life had become nothing more than a trivial matter.

He possessed immense power—a cold and ruthless king of the underworld—yet beneath his aloof and icy exterior lay a heart that was tender only toward her.

Thinking of this, Qiao Chu couldn't help but feel angry. Under the surge of emotion, she couldn't stop herself from coughing.

Wan Qi understood the principle of not flaunting one's wealth, but the fact that he spoke so bluntly meant only one thing: the others present posed no threat to him and could cause no danger.

Bei Mingwu was slightly stunned by his words. Last night, Huo Yunfeng hadn't mentioned his sister, and she hadn't known his sister suffered from a leg ailment.

The bridesmaids’ makeup was finished first. The six of them stood in a row, nearly dazzling everyone present. The dean and many teachers didn't even recognize them, failing to realize that two of them were colleagues they saw every day.

As soon as A-Jiu entered, he smelled a familiar, faint fragrance. Looking up, he saw the incense burning in the burner, curling into the air. A-Jiu was deeply disappointed; he had expected his royal brother to have some grand scheme, but it was merely aphrodisiac incense. He had held such high hopes for nothing.

A hundred kilometers away, the battle between the Red and Blue armies reached a white-hot intensity. Orders poured from their respective command centers; neither side yielded, with one aiming to breach the enemy's headquarters and the other intent on total annihilation.

Li Ru did not have a gentle temper, but years as a psychologist had taught her to manage her emotions. Her personality, however, remained persistent and strong-willed; otherwise, she never would have completely severed ties with her father all those years ago.

"Xiulin, don't you recognize your big brother?" The voice remained gentlemanly and magnetic! Who else could it be but Ma Sijin?

"I'm here, I'm here. All the ferries are delayed. How is Mars? Is it safe?" Xiao Menglou asked anxiously.

"You see, I’m fine." Peng Mo was struggling to breathe under the strength of his embrace, but sensing his fear, she reached out one hand to gently pat his back.

Candlelight cast their shadows upon the wall, inseparable and close, a scene of intimacy that would make anyone blush.

"You are a division commander; you have the flexibility to act as you see fit. I have only one requirement: you must win. Failure is not an option," Chen Ning replied.

"If I had a choice, I would still prefer to stay in the village and be a crybaby," Bai Jianyu said, wiping away his tears.

During this time, he, Jiang Mengsun, and Xu Rong remained in Yang Wo's main camp to gain experience, though they mostly assisted with logistics and other tasks. They had performed well, without any major errors.

After Cui Feng landed, he regained his freedom. Seeing the Cloud Sect elder instantly rendered powerless, he knew he had no chance of resistance.

Dong Zhanyun looked at the name "Yellow Earth and Thick Soil" and knew that with his talent, mastering it would be difficult. He had never tested his own earth-elemental affinity and suspected it wasn't particularly strong, which meant he would have to commit himself to arduous, painstaking practice.

"Peter, do you think I look beautiful tonight?" Liu Ling-shan leaned provocatively against a handsome foreign man with fair skin, blue eyes, and a high nose.

Before anyone knew when it happened, Elaine had already drawn her two long swords. A flash of cold light swept through the air, directly severing the tendons in Vitruvius's wrists.