Chapter 130: Striking Stone with Stone

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[I’m not even asking, but what is there left to doubt? Li Wanbai was obviously right to do that!]
[You typed out such a long preface, and your words tell us that you’re on her side! There’s nothing else to say; I’m on Li Wanbai’s side too. No matter how you look at this—left, right, or sideways—it is absolutely not her fault.]
[Exactly! Come to think of it, Ye Xiruo really has issues. The director, the screenwriter, and the lead actress were just talking; why did she, a supporting actress, have to butt in?]

Seeing the dart flying straight toward his face, he froze, cold sweat beading on his forehead, unable to move a muscle.

Having inexplicably become a public figure, Lin Zhaoxia had no choice but to accept it.

She didn't know how skilled Lin Zhaoxia was; she had only heard that she had gotten into two fights in the few days since arriving at Shengyuan. As for who won or lost, she didn't pay much attention. Besides, An Mu had always been confident in her own abilities—her fourth-degree black belts in Taekwondo and Judo were not for nothing.

Su Ye, on the other hand, was the polar opposite. She favored stability and was introverted by nature. Even when her inner world was turbulent, few could ever tell. She was like a tree secretly sprouting after being struck by lightning; while she appeared decayed on the surface, she held hidden vitality within.

The relief station in Anping County had been organized the earliest, and with the help of Lady Liu, it was currently supporting the largest number of disaster victims among the four counties.

One could calmly endure millions of trials, temper the Daoist heart, and finally, after countless eons, seize that sliver of life to attain eternal and indestructible enlightenment.

This was something that even Ye Jin, who was just as bold and reckless, had never dared to say.

The Buddha pressed his palms together and nodded. Between wise men, only a single word or a gesture is needed.

However, even though they had seen through the opponent's conspiracy, Zhi Yu had not been completely crushed to death.

At the same time, along with the mouthful of blood, out came the bead that the prophet had given to Hua Xuanji to suppress the Ye Hua toxins.

He Qingqiu was overcome with grief and fell gravely ill; Shen Yi watched over her, not stepping foot into the General's mansion for over a month.

Upon hearing this, Wen Liang bent down, intending to place Gu Jingnian into Gu Hanshi's arms. Unexpectedly, in the next second, Gu Hanshi suddenly reached out and pulled both her and Gu Jingnian into his embrace.

At this moment, it wasn't just Li Yuntian who had lost patience; old John across from him had lost his as well. Facing this group, he felt immense pressure, especially from the three young people at the lead—from them, old John sensed the aura that only a Level 4 or higher esper could possess.

"Thankfully, the He family didn't agree," Tao Keren breathed a quiet sigh of relief. However, Wang Nuo’s next sentence nearly made him lose his impulse to flip the table.

From a technical analysis perspective, if you reduce one contract and the remaining position has sufficient profit, you can buy more.

In her mind, a flash of lightning brought thoughts of Gu Hanshi, and amidst her drunken state, a sense of infinite bitterness welled up.

Zeye’s hand paused slightly. The master she spoke of must be someone from the immortal mountain in the mortal realm, right? Yet, to his knowledge, no one from that immortal mountain had ever ascended to become an immortal.

"If we cannot share a bed in life, we shall share a grave in death. I am being quite generous to you, Princess," Hua Jia said, flicking her forked snake tongue across Yi Xiaoyue’s neck. A flash of terror crossed Yi Xiaoyue’s eyes, and her face turned deathly pale.

The old man was a classic case of having a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Hearing his son say he had come back to keep him company, he was overjoyed, yet he couldn't help but nag, constantly telling his son to go back to work and make money. His son was already long accustomed to his father’s temperament.

What was a seventh-rank spirit beast? That was equivalent to a cultivator at the Fusion stage—a full two ranks higher than Ling Kui.

As mentioned before, after much hesitation, Shang Lihong decided to ask her grandfather about those few coffin nails.

The courtyard was brightly lit. Nanny Jin, who served the Empress Dowager, waited at the entrance. Upon seeing the two, she immediately led them into the Empress Dowager’s bedchamber.