35. Sister-in-law, please don't bite me.

Ling Miao heard the wailing coming from the bathroom and covered her mouth to stifle a laugh, then quickly sat down on the sofa.

"I haven't seen you in such a long time, I just wanted to make sure it was really you; I thought I was hallucinating!" Zuo Yisen shrugged, his demeanor full of childlike spontaneity.

Li Danruo hurried into Li Yuju's courtyard. Chunyan, having received the news, had just rushed out of the hanging flower gate when she saw Li Danruo had already entered the main gate. She hurried forward to meet her, knees bending in a curtsy, but before she could speak, tears were already streaming down her face.

As they streaked through the air, the two suddenly saw a chariot shrouded in crimson clouds behind them, churning up flames that filled the sky as it rumbled past, piercing the void.

Ling Yang carried Chu Wanyi on his back, savoring the softness and warmth of her delicate body throughout the journey. He wished the road would never reach its end, that it would just keep stretching on forever.

After Sun Zhiren exited the imperial palace, he hurriedly boarded his official sedan chair and departed. A large group of officials remained behind, watching the sedan chair disappear into the distance. There was a sense of imbalance in their hearts; the Ministry of Rites, which no one had thought much of initially, had recently become a highly sought-after prize.

Yang Hua looked at Su Yingmei, then at Lü Haotian. A chill crept into his heart—what on earth was happening? Clearly, Su Yingmei was stunned, like a wooden chicken, appearing completely unable to cope with the situation. He felt deeply anxious as well.

Of course, such an arrangement meant paying two auction deposits, but for Ye Tian, that was no problem at all; his pockets were full of money.

Su Yuyang spoke words that went against his heart, yet his face was plastered with a smile. His calm eyes were misted over, and no one could see through his thoughts.

She drifted back to consciousness, recalling his agile movements on the boat and his obvious anxiety. She frowned slightly. The line had already gone silent; Qu Jing must be busy with a surgery. Once he was free, she would have to ask him if she had truly met Qin Fangbai before.

Traveling through the desert requires technique. In ancient times, merchants often rested during the day and traveled at night when the weather was cool.

Ye An shook his head with a smile. He had a habit of sleeping naked, so he was quite unaccustomed to wearing pajamas.

3. The host's reputation within the vampire faction has reached "Friendly." In other words, in this plane, the financial capitalists have come to view the host as one of their own.

"Skye, this thing is something I spent a long time designing—it took me an entire day to make it..." Seeing the other person doubt his gift, Li Yunfei prepared to introduce his creation properly.

"That is unlikely. No matter how much they are trusted, the gods would not share their power with others; otherwise, we would not have to work so hard," the First Sovereign said.

The seawater seemed to have receded significantly, exposing a large stretch of sandy ground—a clean beach with occasional remnants of seashells and ashes left behind from people's barbecues.

Outside the Qiao family villa area, the dignitaries who had retreated dozens of meters away began to retch at the sight of such a bloody scene. Some were filled with terror, unable to stop themselves from making sounds of distress.

Then, he summoned all his strength, using his fist to strike the mutated beast’s mouth, blow after blow.

For instance, she could simply reach out and touch someone to alleviate their pain. Of course, if explained through modern science, this was likely a form of psychological suggestion, similar to a placebo effect.

Feeling the sword energy destroying his meridians inch by inch, the three heroes of Tu Hun swayed, their bodies twisting uncontrollably until they finally collapsed to the ground, twitching as they withered into mummified corpses.

Qingyuan quietly opened the car door. He watched coldly as the black sedan screeched to a halt beside his sports car. Without a trace of fear on his face, he calmly watched Gu Nanxun step out of the car, followed by Lang Junlin.

After the group spoke for a while, the selection results were announced on stage. The rejected young women left the stage one by one. Those who remained were all filled with excitement; because they were still on stage, it meant that no matter what happened in the next round, they were guaranteed a prize—wealth and glory were already within their grasp.

After vomiting, no matter how much I pestered the Daoist priest, he refused to drink with me any longer. After clearing away the trash on the ground, he packed up his stall and prepared to leave.

The treatment for a concubine in the Tang Dynasty was actually quite decent. At the very least, apart from the first day, Yongning did not have to report to Lady Wang every single day. She only needed to show up for special occasions like festivals, weddings, or funerals, or when Lady Wang summoned her for a specific matter.

"Archer, Heartbreak, you and Zhang Yu coordinate to take him down! As for the Ranger, he's mine!" Duan Chen said, looking at Heartbreak Wuchen.

But breaking through to the innate realm was not so easy. Moreover, in the game, he did not know the method for such a breakthrough. He pondered bitterly for a long time but remained without a clue.

Yes, Zhang Qingting felt a fear she had never known before. It was as if she had been suddenly abandoned on an unknown path, with no idea of what lay ahead or how to turn back. She was alone in the world, like a duckweed in the vast ocean, drifting aimlessly, unable to find land.

Yongning, however, was so shocked by what she had seen that she had no heart left to deal with Jinghui. She made a few perfunctory remarks and then found an excuse to leave.