32 Vermilion Gate

Ye Zheng smiled slightly as he handed over the noodles. He had truly won over his fans with a single bowl of God Zhou’s loving egg noodles.

"Jin Fan, when you go to the Holy Academy this time, if you have the chance to meet the Dean, no matter what he says, you must not conflict with him. Just remember that he will not harm you." Recalling the old ancestor’s words, Jin Fan felt there must be some untold story between them.

The crowd watched as an agitated Lü Duo rushed toward Li Yanyang, his shout cut short before he was sent flying backward with a bang.

"What are you thinking? He just deceived me of my affections; there was nothing else worth taking. After all, our family is a devout religious household, and we are quite strict about these things. Until the moment of marriage, such things are absolutely forbidden," Sophia said with a solemn expression.

If one were to insist that the "Good Review System" was targeting the Apostles, couldn't one also argue it was targeting the people of Fengdu?

Before he could overthink it, Mu Qiu casually picked up a pebble from the ground and—*ping!*—struck the man in black right between the brows. The man collapsed, motionless, evidently dead.

"Yes, Your Grace." Yue Chuyang acknowledged and withdrew, failing to notice a pair of eyes watching him from behind.

"Could it be that this is really as I imagined?" Feicui grew increasingly suspicious of He Hua. Because she had doubted her before, and now, He Hua was unexpectedly not at home! Consequently, her suspicions only deepened.

The crowd was puzzled. Was it necessary? With so many guns pointed at him, why waste words? Why not just finish him off if he wouldn't come down?

He screamed, trying to retreat, but his legs were also crawling with insects, making it impossible to move a single step. By then, the Pig God had already charged forward, slamming its heavy body directly into him.

As the family of three walked downstairs holding hands, Uncle Fu, who was waiting in the living room, saw the harmonious scene and nearly reached for his camera to capture the moment.

In the palace of Northern Qi, the lights were still bright, and music and dance filled the air. Yet, as I stepped inside, the melodious sounds of drums and music failed to alleviate the worry in my heart.

Outside the window, the bustle grew more intense, and faint, joyful melodies drifted into the room, dancing along with the warm sunlight.

Ji Wushuang’s tone was as cold as a dark night washed clean by a rainy night, sending shivers deep into one’s bones.

I turned to rise and found Empress Xue standing outside the door, momentarily stunned. I wondered, why had she come?

His body—neck, ankles, arms, shoulders, and back—had been beaten into total numbness. A steel rod struck the fat man’s head, and blood trickled down, staining his chubby face a deep crimson.

The jade pendant fit perfectly into the stone platform’s recess. Xing Ran dared not be careless; she gripped the edge of the platform and twisted. With every rotation, the stone wall shook violently, and by the third turn, a crack appeared.

"Why do you say you can't do it? I know you aren't particularly handsome or tall, but you aren't a failure, are you? You’re taller than Ou Di, aren't you? You’re wealthier than the beggars on the street, right? If you say you are, then I will certainly choose someone else." Teacher Cang’s voice was like steel, piercing the soul.

Lin Yi grew anxious: "Listen to me, Long Zhaonan really is one of Xi Muye’s men. This time, Xi Muye did not return from Shuiyue City. He has actually been in Sand City for this entire month. You know very well what it means for him to be in Sand City."

The weather seemed to be turning to rain, feeling rather sultry. After tidying up the small space, both of them were covered in a light sweat.

However, resisting the "Heaven-Covering Hand" unleashed by Mo Yi was no easy feat. After all, this was a secret technique inherited from the Taixu Holy Land, possessing infinite power. It was only because of his powerful physique and the defensive light screen triggered by the Third Lotus that he managed to survive.

He had always hung around the riverbank, and after leaving, he had fallen on hard times for a while until he eventually followed Cheng Rongjian.

"Love? Shi Gonghu? Foster father? Love—I have already possessed it, yet I abandoned it. Why should I pursue a foolish love? Love has always been by my side." After speaking, Bai Yue turned into a wisp of ash and dissipated.

Jiang Guangguang said it wasn't necessary, but Guo Shu insisted, joking that he had to know what kind of car she was getting into, or else Zhong Xin would come looking for trouble with him later.

He wouldn't give it up, so Huo Jidu snatched it, using brute force to pry a dark green bracelet from Bai Yuanche’s pocket and playing with it in his hand.

He had become accustomed to such days, propping himself up from the bed. He turned on the light to look for the cold medicine he had bought at the pharmacy earlier that day.

Her skirt was gone, and she was suddenly frantic. How vulgar, how shameful—a sense of unknown fear swept through her entire heart.

Nan Yu was not a timid person. If the person who saved her all those years ago was truly Jin Beifeng, then it was only right for her to show gratitude. Even if Jin Beifeng might not need her thanks, what ought to be done should not change based on the other party’s needs.

High in the firmament, the starry sea grew mottled and lost its color; even the moonlight was swallowed by the vast, silvery light.

The Cheng Xian of today was not the Cheng Xian of years past. It was impossible that he hadn't noticed; perhaps he hadn't cared at first, but as time went on, how could Cheng Xian be unaware of the way Dong Fang’s gaze lingered on him?

I remembered the scene where Da Niu suddenly charged out and flipped a mad bull to the ground—how shocking it was. I had hoped to witness it again today.

Hope shone like a light in the darkness, illuminating his new home. Joyfully, he leaped toward the great mountains adjacent to Dashuiba Village.

"Audacious! And who are you to speak to this Empress in such a way!" The Empress raised her hand to slap Li Shuang, but the hand hesitated and did not fall.