Quiet down

(1/3)
Ye Yixiao did not mention that ever since he learned of his exceptional fondness for food, his estate had recruited all kinds of master chefs.
On one side of the identification badge were engraved the words "Fire Spirit Department," and on the other, "Saint Wutong." This was Wutong's badge.
He spread his arms wide, his wide black sleeves billowing outward. In an instant, crimson blood-spotted epiphyllums bloomed across every corner of the Heaven-Punishing Palace. A gentle breeze swept through, causing the bright red flower buds to sway, making the demon palace resemble an impending sea of blood.
At the same time, the world-renowned private organization, the Clay Mathematics Institute, announced its invitation to Luoye, making him the youngest researcher in history.
Chu Hong became much more popular as a result. Of course, there were also people like Zhu Fugui, who would manufacture accidental encounters time and again just to find out what happened next in the serialized stories, asking him about this and that.
Yet, if it were merely a transfer of family power, that would be one thing; she believed Xi Yao had the capability to handle such matters. What she feared most was the intervention of some unknown third-party force. No matter how talented Yan Qing was, he was ultimately just a youth. Should he truly encounter some ancient monsters, he would likely find himself out of his depth.
Furthermore, could the two of you please stop broadcasting your romance so outrageously? Could you spare a thought for your subordinates who have been single for years, please?
Watching Lin Qingyue depart, a flash of light crossed the depths of Baili Luochuan's eyes. He leisurely seated himself in the chair Lin Qingyue had just occupied, picked up the cup from which she had drunk water, gave it a slight turn, and deepened his gaze.
A Jiao and Xue Ge were fine, but Lian Yi—tsk, tsk, tsk. If any secret ever came to her knowledge, it would undoubtedly become known to the entire world. The reason Aunt Qing and Sudan's affair had not leaked was simply because Lian Yi deemed it not to be a heaven-shaking secret, and thus forgot all about it afterward; otherwise, could it have been concealed for so long?
Fang Hui no longer wished to speak. In truth, when she first saw that news, she had been startled for a moment, thinking she had misread it, and consequently checked it multiple times. Finally, amidst her shock, she confirmed that the so-called avant-garde designer was none other than the genuine person her boss had been relentlessly searching for all along.

(2/3)
For Yixia, accompanying Chen Fangping to work whenever she had free time had already become a habit. After all these years, everyone around Chen Fangping knew that she was a precious item carried about his person.
However, how could a bewitched Du Ruo willingly let him go so easily? The moment she turned, she was pulled back by him, her body pressing tightly against his, her arms eagerly looping around his neck, her cherry lips aggressively pressing forward while he retreated step by step.
He turned his head and discovered that, at some unknown point, Sakata Gintoki was already standing there carrying a video camera, with Naruto and Uchiha Sasuke beside him, continually questioning him about the audition process.
Hearing these words, Zhang Yuan smiled without responding. Feeling somewhat hungry, he took out a chocolate-flavored nutrient paste and began to chew on it.
"Who is currently in charge of the criminal investigation branch at your municipal bureau?" Tang Feng asked softly without raising his head.
Sakata Gintoki finally could not help but burst into laughter. He was not too clear about this matter, but he did remember a time when he came to visit Su Nan, and Su's father and mother refused to open the door, instead sending Su Lin to tell him that Su Nan was not at home.
Under such circumstances, if ordinary cultivators wished to enter the God Palace of Lingyun, whether they lived or died would likely depend entirely on the whim of heaven.
Qin Shao deeply loathed such a gaze. In his past life, it was precisely by such a look in her eyes that he had been lured into sinking step by step into the abyss. At present, Ye Qingcheng was merely thirteen years old; if she were to grow for another two years, the allure within her gaze would only become even more captivating.
Xun Zhi let out a deep sigh. He genuinely hoped he would never receive another communication from Qi Yao or Ran Xin, because that would mean they had reconciled; otherwise, he would inevitably have to face the agonizing, heart-wrenching pain of eternal parting.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Tao felt an intense shock. His mouth involuntarily fell wide open, and his entire body trembled with excitement.

(3/3)
By this time, Xiao Jiyun could no longer care whether the strength of Bone Soul and the others was entirely sufficient to kill him, nor could he worry about offending the Evil Land.
Wang Xueyan was stunned by the ultra-high-pitched, fierce shouts of this master and disciple pair, and she paused her bitter weeping. A short moment later, as if experiencing a sudden epiphany, she looked toward her father. Seeing him standing motionless as if dazed and foolish—his face alternately smiling and twitching, his eyes devoid of brilliance and standing rootedly in desolate grief—her heart felt as though it were being sliced apart.
The two security guards knew that this villa belonged to Luo Jing, the director with the most brilliant medical skills in the hospital. Hearing the commotion, they rushed over in a hurry, terrified lest Luo Jing should meet with some mishap and cause the hospital to lose such a renowned doctor with supreme medical skills, resulting in an irreparable loss.
However, Yadong had not expected that Huo Sifei would have transformed into such a state by this time, appearing as though her entire person had grown much thinner, much older, and much uglier.
"Mere grains of rice, do not stain my hands." Han Xiao did not even bother to look as he suddenly lashed out with a kick. A miserable scream echoed through the air, and Matoqi's body flew away like a kite with a broken string toward a spot more than ten meters away.
Without saying much more, she obediently began mixing drinks for him, cup by cup. However, she noticed that this strange youth kept touching the ring on his finger, as if that ring could provide him with some comfort.
Looking up, she saw Li Anqi open the front passenger door of the car with gentlemanly poise, making a polite gesture of invitation. Turning her attention to the vehicle itself, even without recognizing the brand, its very silhouette appeared luxurious, prestigious, and extravagant.
At this moment, his entire body lay paralyzed on the ground, blood continuously gushing from his facial orifices, and his aura nearly completely dissipated. Yet, a faint smile lingered upon his pale, handsome face as his dark, brilliant gaze swept toward the direction of Yao Muchen.