36 You call this a mermaid?

Yet, I felt a certain resistance. I didn't know whether I should tell my grandmother the truth about losing my job, and I feared that if she brought up Chen Yi, I would be overcome by an inevitable sorrow once again.

Looking at the dossier on Brother Dao, Shen Tianhao fell into deep thought. Could it really have been done by a business rival? But how could those people have possibly hired someone from the underworld?

"Something's not right," Shaohua said. She didn't know if Xie Ying had been frightened by the events of the previous night, but she knew the Eldest Madam would certainly take action. Xie Zhen was merely a pawn, but what about Xie Ying?

Because, in doing so, those innocent souls being abandoned would be as good as being cast into hell by Xun Yu.

I lay on the bed, feeling listless. I didn't want to smoke, drink water, or connect with the outside world. It wasn't until my phone rang that I dazedlly picked it up to look, only to find it was a piece of junk advertising spam.

A white horse and a silver spear, clad in brilliant armor, majestic and murderous—Zhang Baiqi was handsome, with delicate features and an uncommon air, yet he was overly fond of wine and women, wasting such a fine appearance.

However, some felt it was a deliberate frame-up. After all, if the Ling family were truly going to kill someone, they wouldn't do it so obviously; such a method was truly foolish.

Although Third Brother’s way of thinking was sometimes different from others, he really had a knack for judging and treating people, and Ye Xiaofei was a living example.

"Come on then. If you want this item, come and get it. But the condition is that you must defeat me. If you can't, it’s best to extinguish this ill-advised thought," Ye Fei said bluntly.

Though I felt helpless, work had to come first. I immediately sent a message to Zhao Mu, asking him to relay the situation to Xiao Ai. Shortly after, I followed Luo Sumei to meet the major client who had piqued my curiosity for so long; this time, I would finally have the chance to see him in the flesh.

I walked gloomily to the tree from before, picked up a branch, and poked at the accumulated snow, on and off.

Suddenly, the golden curtain of light, which had been on the verge of shattering, rapidly mended and stabilized. As the old man stepped forward, it even pushed ahead against the pounding of the waves.

In the clashes with Konoha, they couldn't gain any advantage, and even the conservatives began to suspect whether Fugaku was a mole for Konoha.

Spirit boats often require a Foundation Establishment cultivator to helm them, and they are not an expense that ordinary cultivators can afford.

The job of a school custodian involved repairing desks and chairs, ringing the bell, and cleaning.

But in Song Yu's view, it wasn't certain who would end up as cannon fodder, so the group continued to walk in the direction indicated by the map.

Facing the moment when he could be focused-fired by countless firearms at any second, Xue Jing seemed entirely unaware, remaining as calm and indifferent as ever.

"What the hell!" Ye Chen was startled. He had been immersed in the joy of his skyrocketing cultivation and hadn't paid any attention. He quickly crossed his arms to cover his crotch. Just as he went to grab his storage bag, he found it empty; it must have been burned to ashes. He looked at the artifact spirit with an embarrassed expression.

The people in the City of Pills only felt a streak of light pass overhead with overwhelming momentum, like a falling meteorite. Suddenly, shouts of alarm rang out continuously.

Upon hearing this, Xu Fu was deeply shaken, prostrating himself on the ground and unable to lift his head. Only then did he realize that the bedridden Marshal Xu Da had experienced countless schemes and tricks in his lifetime, and the actions he thought were clever had long been perceived by his master.

The Blood-Sucking Sword transformed continuously from left to right, from top to bottom. This was a chain of linked attacks. The Eastern fan moved like falling cherry blossoms, constantly striking the sword. The interplay of sword rain and fan shadows left Luo Qiang mesmerized.

"Young Master Ming, calm your anger. We can fight later! He might have something urgent to attend to," Xiao Ming said, picking up the SIM card from the shattered phone and quietly consoling him.

"I didn't expect you to have such a strong sense of justice. Since when did you become so concerned about our Lin Jing?" Luo Qiang laughed without exposing her.

A ray of early morning light spilled through the gap in the curtains onto the two people embracing in bed, soft and hazy. The room was filled with lingering affection and the scent of their recent intimacy.

The face beneath the other mask was full of calculation, suspicion, and a medley of emotions. He was that powerful yet fragile King, needing to protect all his subjects from the persecution of evil cults while simultaneously trying to win back his lover’s heart.

Clearly, he was still dead drunk. Nan Er shrugged helplessly, implying that unless the young master passed out, you could forget about it! At that moment, An Qin wished she could feed him a few more bottles.

Of course, for things like leading classmates to cheat collectively and eventually being called into the office for a lecture by the teacher, Jun Baobao automatically ignored them.

"You don't need to worry about me. Young Master, please feel free to go your own way and stop following me." After saying this, she ignored Ying Zhen and headed south while severely wounded.

Wasn't General Li sacrificed in that battle to defend the city? Why was he standing alive before him now?

In three years, Emperor Huizong had visited in person no more than twice, and only today did he come himself; even Lady Wei had not been there. Every day and night, he either recited poems and painted, drank and made merry, or practiced calligraphy. Today, Emperor Huizong's sudden arrival made Zhao Gou quite surprised.

The last time he returned with his father, Wang Ming had spent the entire New Year at Wang Jie's house without entering his own home, so this was his first time seeing the Wang family estate.

Days passed, and the pillar of light that spanned heaven and earth in the Morning Forest grew ever stronger. When the light reached its peak, it suddenly retracted and then slowly vanished.

"This place doesn't seem suitable for our conversation. Let's go somewhere else!" Ling Yun looked around and said.

"Gou'er, have you really decided?" Emperor Huizong was silent for a moment, staring intently at Zhao Gou, and asked solemnly.

Under the questioning of Sells and the others, Uncle Da sighed and told them what had happened.