22 Biological Father Zhao Zhihan

Ultimately, she could not bear it. She could not bear to leave Han Yiqian, she could not bear to leave Qiannian, and she could not bear to let go of this relationship. It is precisely because people have too much they are unwilling to part with that they become entangled in conflict, suffering from the anxiety of gain and loss.

"I have something to attend to; I’ll come back for the infusion later!" Du Cheng threw these words over his shoulder and vanished. He had no time to think; his heart had already left the moment he heard Chen Yao was stalking Tong Fei.

He looked at the box in his hand and simply handed it to her with a gentle, refined smile. Yet, she no longer felt the closeness or trust she once had for him. She merely reached out to take the box and immediately turned to leave.

"My turtle..." the marionette actor tried to seize the moment to sell his turtle, but Lin Ling interrupted him.

"You all wait here; I..." As he walked, he gave instructions to the guards behind him. But midway through his sentence, in the flash of a second, he suddenly caught sight of two fluttering, ethereal figures reflected vaguely and indistinctly in the pond ahead.

Don’t be ridiculous; the guest tokens could be forged, and the guest robes could be faked. As long as one had seen them once, it was not difficult to replicate them.

For a moment, the scene fell into a sudden stillness. The sound of rain, the wind, and the rolling thunder all wove together into the silence.

The couple, physically and mentally exhausted, lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, their brows furrowed in worry.

There was no food in this place, Shi Yu’er couldn't cook, and with Liusha’s eyes bandaged, he couldn't handle the kitchen either. Dinner had become a major problem.

The Great Bull Demon’s battle-axe strike just now would have surely cleaved an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator in two. None of the prodigies present could have possibly blocked it bare-handed. Even if they were equipped with Saint-tier or even quasi-god-tier armor, they would never have been as composed as Ye Tian.

When their wealth and lives were entirely under the shadow of the Ice Sea Kingdom, there was no one who did not resent it.

Shi Fangfang walked into the kitchen with great enthusiasm, took the frozen meat out of the refrigerator to thaw in the microwave, and then brought out the other vegetables.

"In other words, we’re in trouble?" Jon pointed at Erin and himself. He wasn't particularly surprised; it didn't differ much from his previous suspicions.

Jiang Ye, however, was pacing anxiously. He had long since sent people to the cave dwelling to fetch Jiuxiao, but there was still no sign of him.

The Phantom Spirit Beast had guessed that if Jun Nianqing couldn't save Yun Ci, he would surely do something foolish, which was why it had chased after him in such a hurry.

After the darkness faded, Kesha’s bedroom remained dim, but at least it wasn't so dark that one couldn't see their own fingers.

With the cooperation of the many Dragon Guardians, the beam of light above grew intense, and the barrier had essentially lost its defensive capability, gradually beginning to crack.

If two Hell Lords came into conflict, they would initially send their own slaves to their deaths to deplete the opponent’s strength.

Giving orders to followers was one-sided, without the constraints of a soul contract, and thus there was no direct telepathic connection.

"...This is classified. It is not for you or me to question. All you need to do is complete your mission," Pandora said, avoiding the subject.

Taken by surprise by Feng Yifeng’s sudden assault, Deng Lijun went rigid, at a loss for what to do. As Feng Yifeng’s kiss deepened, his hands gently stroking her back and their tongues entwined, Deng Lijun gradually relaxed, beginning to respond fervently to his demands.

"Gentlemen, let us toast to the victory of this battle and to more glory in the future!" When the red wine was poured, Desa was the first to rise. He smiled and raised his glass high; the assembled officers stood in succession, saluting the Duke with their cups, and drank in unison.

"I understand." Regarding Chen Yufan’s request, Jang Dong-gun did not feel uncomfortable at all; rather, he felt it was only natural.

Even in the upper echelons of the imperial aristocratic circles, people began to complain. They accused the empire’s ruling ministers of being unable to effectively eliminate public unrest, restore civilian labor, or revive the empire’s severely damaged economic strength.

"He’s with his grandparents, so I won't go and cause trouble. Besides, I can't manage his affairs anyway," Chu Mingqiu said.

However, Desa wanted to continue scraping a large piece of meat off Prussia—that "fat pig of Central Europe"—and Napoleon, as an ally, would definitely have to intervene, perhaps joined by the disgruntled Austrians, as well as the duplicitous Russians and Swedes.

It was merely a matter of using various methods to temporarily pull one hundred of the top thousand experts into his guild. These guild elites were only borrowed; their contracts remained with their original masters, so achieving this goal was not difficult.

Demos broke out in a cold sweat. The three gleaming, frigid points were flying ever closer to him, the blade aura pressing against his face with increasing intensity, yet he was unable to strike back.

"Everyone, please come in! The dinner party is ready! My father is waiting inside for you all!" Liu Deyun greeted them with a smile.

They were fighting in the air. Algeria tried to transform, but after several failed attempts, he admitted defeat.

The night was deep, and the entire city of Chang'an was silent. Yet, in this quiet night, there were a few places where lights remained on. They were all discussing a matter, but what that matter was, no one would speak of, for it could not be uttered; to speak of it might mean death.

As Kalete appeared, one of Kadmos’s arms pushed Nana aside, while the other raised a blade against Jose, striking down ruthlessly.

But before, Tang Xiao had only seen Yang Yizhi of the Beast Control Palace, Zhao Chenggong of the Zhao family, and others. Aside from Zhao Wushuang, including himself and Hua Sheng, all nine were present.

"I know. No matter what happens, I will always trust you unconditionally," he said, kissing Wuming’s hair.

"What time is it?" Feng Xuan suddenly felt a sense of helplessness; Hua Qingyi felt a sense of despair, while Lord Lu felt only the presence of death.

Wuming walked straight into the Prince Ling’s mansion. Perhaps in the past, within the palace, she was the only one by Yi Hanxuan’s side, but from now on, there would be the Prime Minister’s daughter, Lian’er, by his side. Ha! She had thought of this outcome long ago, hadn't she? Why did her heart still ache so much, as if a knife were plunged into her chest?

"Director, the station manager is here!" a television station employee walked up to the director and whispered.

In fact, as a soldier who had served in the army for many years, how could Lin Shaohong not have a few people willing to follow him to the death? Therefore, he traveled secretly between several barracks, eventually convincing several old friends and subordinates, and led thirty thousand troops toward Qiyang County.