19 Jinjiang Literature City 19

At first, Gu Ming was quite angry about being double-crossed by Zhang Jing and her gang. After the anger subsided, a wave of fear crept in; she thought that it was already fortunate Zhang Jing’s group had only taken their belongings and left without killing or silencing them. As time passed, she gradually pushed the incident completely out of her mind.

I didn’t bother with her. After picking up Liu Weiwei, I left that peculiar “food company.”

Ning Yunhuan’s strength was something she was well aware of herself; she must have exerted some force, but it was definitely not as strong as Lin Qian’s when she disciplined her own son. Before Ning Yunhuan could really use her full strength, her nose was already crooked—obviously a fake nose.

My petty little scheme was clearly useless. Seeing Qin Wantian refuse to accept it, I tore Wan Huanyu’s confession in half with a sharp rip.

“Let go of me,” Fu Xin said slowly, pointing to the hand gripping his arm without moving a step.

A large glass teapot was used to brew the tea—transparent and clear, with steam curling upwards. The emerald tea leaves floated inside, their tips pointing upwards, tender and vibrant, full of life.

Gu Yingxi’s strange luck was like a hidden thorn in a tree branch, and the Gu family was merely an extension of her branches and leaves. The incident involving Gu Yingnuo was simply a way to give Gu Yingxi more personal troubles, allowing Ning Yunhuan to play freely without any accidents occurring.

As for housing arrangements? If there was anything left in Qin Chuan New District, it seemed to be only those ghost-town-like developments. Old Tao was eager to fill three thousand households at once to prevent media reporters from using the ghost town as a talking point.

Silence fell instantly around them. Everyone’s gaze flicked between Shi Ben’s face and the Song family member who was sweating profusely, clutching a fractured wrist in pain, disbelief evident in every eye.

“That’s right! Young master, I like to hear you say that. It should be just so,” Wu Yang said, slapping the table with approval.

Two teachers led half the students into the first vehicle, while Lu Changfeng and Teacher Liu boarded the second.

Forget it, don’t get angry. Qi Jingqing is just like that. In a few days, the prince will take care of them.

Jiang Zili recalled the image of Eliza downstairs at the Muto Veya Grand Hotel—drunk, arrogant, and feisty—completely different from her current disheveled state.

A bowl of something resembling fish residue was placed on the table, and the other dishes were reheated.

His techniques and routines hadn’t changed much from six months ago, except they now carried a fiercer, more resolute killing intent. Whether this was good or bad for a sword cultivator remained uncertain.

Though this earned him some enemies and caused slanders and obstacles, Chen Qing still highly valued him and never considered removing him as the head of security.

When she found out, she was truly both shocked and delighted—who would have thought that after such a huge ordeal, Xi Changchang’s child was still born safely?

It was likely that those loyal to Prince Qing wanted to seize the opportunity during Qi Jingqing’s absence to rid themselves of this burden, the one who held her back.

Those three phrases kept echoing in her ears, until she could no longer bear it and sat up.

If that black-red glow had just been attacking me, would I have been able to dodge it?

But after only a few steps, she fell to the ground. I noticed that during her frantic struggle, her shoes had loosened—one was half off—and when she ran, she tripped over herself.

But what could she do? This man was her greatest love, her lifelong destiny. No matter what, she would share life and death with him forever.

Hearing this, several adults burst into laughter, and Yangyang himself felt a bit embarrassed.

The doctor picked up two signed books, shaking them gently. “Perhaps I can only entrust you to help express my thanks.” Flipping through one, he paused, cleared his throat, and folded a page.

All the dirty work she hated could be done in her stead—like a free servant, and the most obedient kind at that.

Cold Lingyun revealed the truth, and everyone stared at Ke Hongjun in shock, unable to understand why he would kill Ying Gaishi.

He insisted on going out for training, refusing to let the carriage follow; otherwise, things wouldn’t have reached this state.

I have never seen the Azure Dragon, but I will help clear the name of its armor, telling the world that this is not a cursed armor but a super divine artifact, a priceless treasure.

Ke Hongjun hastily spoke when he heard this, then raised an eyebrow arrogantly at Cold Lingyun, as if daring him to do anything.

Wu Hao didn’t understand what conditions the Kuangte family had discussed with the Wu family, but the entire clan treated his visit with the highest enthusiasm—probably even more warmly than they would a visit from the head of state.

It was like believing he could eat, drink, and easily reach whatever he desired.

“Don’t be so modest. I’ve already sent people to prepare a banquet. We’ll all eat together at noon,” Ling Yuan said excitedly.

Tsunade suddenly released Li Tong, a bit embarrassed. She smiled sheepishly, helped straighten Li Tong’s collar, then patted her head.

After Udunus Haslem left, O’Neal became the last line of defense for the Heat, so no matter how Pat Riley arranged things or how O’Neal felt, now it was just O’Neal and Meng Xu facing off one-on-one.

Juexing wasn’t stupid; he just saw things from a different perspective. After Li Chenfeng’s explanation, he finally began to understand his meaning.

During the Han Dynasty, many noble families had been passed down for generations, much like European aristocracy. Though they might appear unremarkable, they had witnessed many dynasties, their histories even longer than those of so-called royal families.

Seeing Beichen step forward, Ling Lan immediately showed a surprised expression. Nearby, Qu Han, having witnessed the ambiguous interaction between Beichen and Ling Lan, was now furious beyond reason, having lost all composure.

After Mo Qi finished speaking, he leaned back slightly, the trident’s tip aimed at Dabel’s body. He took a deep breath, then hurled the trident with full strength. As the iron spear flew, Mo Qi’s entire body moved forward with the swing of his right arm.

But just as his bat was about to strike the baseball, the ball suddenly vanished right before his eyes.