38 A Stone (18)

At this moment, the situation below was identical to when Fang Mu had scolded the servants of the Fang household earlier. Perhaps they feared losing this highly coveted job, or perhaps they were intimidated by the Fang family’s power in Baozhuang. Regardless, upon hearing Fang Mu’s words, everyone below shuddered, casting fearful glances in his direction.

Discussing romantic affairs in front of a eunuch made Zhang Bangchang feel somewhat awkward; similarly, for Tong Guan, who lacked the necessary "hardware," the words sounded just as grating.

The two men exchanged a polite, brief handshake and a nod as a sign of acknowledgment, then fell silent.

How could I let her off so easily? I pushed on—harder, and harder still—continuing even after Liu Yufei had been reduced to complete submission.

Fang Mu looked at Fang Tianjing, who was dressed in Qing dynasty official robes and wearing a seventh-rank cap. Beads of sweat were faintly visible on his forehead, clearly indicating he had just returned home.

Such a private item as a safe ought to have been well-hidden; could the smell have originated from being sealed in a confined space for so long?

Le Tian’s words caused the assembled generals to shiver involuntarily. They looked at him with strange expressions, while Liu Yanqing and his son, Liu Guangshi, were struck with such surprise that their gazes soon filled with dread.

Looking at the strict and solemn Imperial Guards in the distance and feeling the coldness of the bricks and tiles, only in such moments could she truly feel that she had arrived in an era so foreign to her.

Everyone present harbored their own secrets, and for a time, no one spoke, waiting quietly for Bai Yi to arrive.

Liu Chengcheng looked at that simple, single character, pressed her phone tightly against her chest, and giggled foolishly.

Le Siyuan truly left with Linlang, traveling on the same train. By tacit agreement, neither of them mentioned Ji Ze, who had been left behind at the Pan residence.

Under the glimmer of scattered lights, the Lanxi River reflected the pale, hazy moonlight. Occasionally, a few river lanterns drifted by, creating ripples that made the bright candlelight shimmer into moving waves, lending that ink-wash-painted face a touch of worldly charm.

The rhythmic, crisp tapping of her high heels against the mirror-like marble floor seemed to broadcast the determination of her journey.

Su Zaozao was naturally soft-hearted. After Empress Mary cried and poured out her grievances, Su Zaozao, filled with a sense of justice, marched straight to the Duke’s mansion.

A massive dragon-head sculpture appeared before everyone’s eyes. Its jaws were wide open as if to swallow everything in existence. Although the sculpture had become somewhat blurred by the passage of time, with cracks and fragments appearing in many places, the aura of disdain for the world it exuded was still enough to leave one trembling with shock.

Every time she encountered Lu Huai, his attitude was consistently cold. Song Qianru recalled what others had said about him.

Peng Baoyi pondered for a long time but could not come up with an answer, so he simply stopped thinking about it. However, he set this particular exam paper aside, clearly marking it for special treatment.

Furthermore, he had specifically practiced a martial art called the Turtle Shell Technique, which granted him an inhuman ability to withstand physical blows.

"Tiantian, didn't you just say this morning that your stomach was uncomfortable? Is it really okay for you to eat so much now?" Ye Chu looked at her with a half-smile.

The puppet was unaware that Kai Kai and Liu Yi were competing in secret. When Kai Kai built a beautiful palace, the puppet clapped his hands in cheer.

Upon hearing his words, Qi Mei suddenly smiled—it was hard to tell if it was a bitter smile or a cold one. He was still guarding against her, ensuring she would never have any chance to leave this place.

"Yes, Master. Zhuiyue will not fail you." With those words, a shadow flickered, and the figure vanished from the main hall.

The words of the Great Monk Jie Kong carried some weight; after all, if all the cultivators in the East were to unite, it would undoubtedly be a terrifying force capable of destroying everything.

Shangguan Yuchen was slightly stunned. The Soul-Governing Sect could not be sure how much of her memory remained; with it being so fragmented, how could he make her fully trust his words? He had to make her believe completely before he could lead her into the illusion.

Whenever Gongyi Jing'er appeared within Yan Longyi’s line of sight, it gave him the peculiar power to instantly suppress all his emotions.

Hongjun closed his eyes and said no more. Jieyin and Zhunti grew anxious and knelt down, pleading, "We beg Master to accept us." The three thousand listeners, seeing this, also knelt and begged Hongjun to accept them.

In fact, Mu Yunxi had already awakened the moment Shangguan Yuchen entered, but she kept her eyes closed, feigning sleep just to see what he would do.

The two answered in unison and immediately ran to the edge of the Lotus Heart Pond, rummaging repeatedly through the grass.

Baili Guren kept her head lowered. Whenever someone shouted a higher price, she would glance at them faintly, leading them to believe she was offering them a signal, prompting them to keep bidding higher and higher.

"In the end, did you choose to return to his side?" Looking at Qi Sujin, Xue Yue spoke.

Zhou Yang’s house was located on the outskirts of the village; it was a thatched hut that had been built just a few days prior.

The porcelain shards were also disturbing Mo Wuwen’s peace of mind. Looking at how everything else was peaceful, he missed the days before the shards existed.

In a flash of lightning, Shen Longxuan turned into a golden meteor and charged out. The time from sensing the crisis to executing his martial art was but a split second, yet he was still a moment too late.

Watching the slow-motion replay, it was less like Marcelo had scored a goal and more like the ball had struck Marcelo and flown into the net on its own.

This lineup was far more grand than when Yun Sheng had first taken office at Cottbus, or when Li Tie and Yu Hai had joined the team.

With the next league match drawing closer, if this problem was not resolved, Cottbus would find it difficult to win their next game.

Looking again, Ibrahimović was nearly exploding with rage. On the left was a photo of Tang Zhenglong, and on the right was his own—the latter clearly photoshopped to make him look ugly on purpose.

Lorenzo could not think clearly. He forced his head up, but his vision had become completely hallucinatory; the world began to twist, deform, and fall apart.

"No wonder the talismans bought on Taobao are effective; that’s quite a surprise." Mo Wuwen folded it and put it back in his pocket.

The moment he stepped onto the spiral staircase, he made up his mind, and his face was set with nothing but steely resolve.