Chapter 111: The Time Has Come

Xing Jue kept badgering Si Yao with questions she could not answer.
The only thing Si Yao could do was to seal his lips.
Moreover...
Si Yao had kissed Xing Jue many times last night.
And then she discovered that turning a hated chore into something she enjoyed actually only took a single kiss.
A kiss like the one last night, no...
A quarterback is a tactical position in American and Canadian football, typically serving as the leader who directs play on the field. It was no wonder the Nova Tokyo team lost.
Yusaku Kudo did not speak, and Yasushi Kihara was in no hurry, sitting there as if his glass of lemonade would never run dry, watching as the sky outside gradually darkened.
The surface of the water rippled, and the spray kicked up by the extreme speed of the airflow bounced continuously, leaping about with a clinking sound like marbles.
Seeing the expectant look on Zhou Tiansheng's face, Xia Haoxuan smiled and directly summoned several Martial Saint puppets.
"If he doesn't move away, I can't take the shot," Sato said with difficulty. Her mouth was dry, but her hand remained perfectly steady on the gun.
"It would be a miracle if we could actually pin down a killer from something like this," Yasushi Kihara muttered in complaint.
It was a light signal; An Ran knew the other party was telling her that everyone above had been taken care of.
As Soichiro Miyama left, he turned his back to Saguru Hakuba and gave Killer No. 1 a gesture. Hakuba saw the killer give a slight nod.
Cao Cao had great ambitions. He had once been proud and arrogant, and had once dreamed of ascending to the top in a single leap. But once that momentary passion faded, he had to return to reality, much like the gap between the roles of Magistrate of Luoyang and Captain of the Northern District; he had his heart set on the vacancy of the Magistrate, but reality offered him the post of Captain.
It was rude not to react to a compliment, so Tong Xia'er cast a hurried glance at Wen Ming and offered a smile to Auntie Li.
Finally, and most importantly, once the spiritual vein took shape, the original spiritual spring truly became the eye of the spiritual vein.
Such an arrangement was too perfect; she found it hard to believe. She remembered very clearly that before she lost consciousness, the moment the child was born, she had distinctly heard its loud, vigorous cry. How could it have been infected and suddenly suffocated? A child who had just been born, dying so abruptly.
Wen Yan asked Jiang Nongying to pick a date for the formal marriage proposal, and as for when the wedding would be, they would discuss it after the proposal.
When Jun Yan learned of this, he said nothing during dinner, but once he finished, he went to Jun Qingling's courtyard to find her.
Xiao Chenjiu’s unprepared heart was thrown into a panic; the joy he had felt upon his return seemed to be doused by a bucket of cold water, leaving his scalp tingling from the chill.
The Scent-Seeking Envoy gave a sinister chuckle, his bones shifting and rearranging as he transformed in the blink of an eye, reverting to his true appearance: a thin, pockmarked young man.
She draped the pale blue Taoist robe over herself, but the robe was loose and empty inside. She had to wrap it tighter, which instantly accentuated her figure, making her look incredibly alluring.
Conversely, when Gu Tiancheng saw Fu Yu staying there to keep Gu Xingchen company, he suddenly felt a great sense of relief. He thought about returning to the company; regardless, he hadn't been back in days, and he knew there was plenty of work waiting for him to make decisions on.
But immediately, she was overcome with regret and shame. She was a disciple of the Qiongyu Sword Sect, and her master had treated her well; how could she ever harbor thoughts of defecting to another sect?
"Tch, give me the same position and I could defend it just as well; there's really not that much of a difference," someone compared, sounding unconvinced.
Yet, in Zhu Pingjin's tipsy eyes, that singing, that figure, and those lingering glances seemed to carry endless grievance and sorrow, reproaching him for his betrayal and heartlessness.