25 Jinjiang Literature City 25

Leng Yihan held the unconscious Su Luoman, then looked at Guihai Mingyue, who was covered in wounds in Li Feng’s arms, and surveyed the desolate, tragic scene of the Lotus Garden. He looked up at the clear, azure sky and let out a piercing, sorrowful cry.

"You—what are you doing? Are you rebelling against your superiors?" It took Elder Meng a long while to find his voice, which was trembling with uncontrollable rage.

This is the final slaughter; after this, I can forever leave behind the entanglements of the secular world and my uncle.

"..." In an instant, Totori’s heart softened. An irrepressible wave of emotion surged within her, and her nose stung. Had she been misjudging Director Jin all this time? No! That’s not right. One must always remain vigilant. For starters, why would Director Jin give these things to me?

"Yezi..." Charlotte tugged at Yezi’s clothes calmly, trying to get her to quiet down.

The expressions of He Muhua and the two others darkened instantly, their faces as black as the bottom of a pot. They had not wanted to burn bridges before, but they never expected to be insulted so brazenly.

"Students who have received the slips, please talk to your parents when you get home and show them the notice. This is the slip for the piano training class. Please have your parents sign it to indicate their consent. Don’t lose them, everyone," Teacher Wang instructed from the front.

She had failed her mother after all. Changning let out a long sigh, holding back her tears as she looked at the letter left behind by the Jiang woman.

"Xiaoxiao, look, what did Mom buy for you?" After returning home from school that day, just as Lin Xiaoxiao had recovered from the time-dilation device and reached home, her mother—who had previously ignored her—walked out with a box, smiling broadly.

"This... I understand. I will go to the company now to take a look, and I will definitely give you an answer by tomorrow morning." Lu Ke’er finished speaking, gave a slight nod, and turned to get into her car. Watching the Audi drive away, Officer He’s lips curled into a sneer of disdain.

I also think this guy has gone mad; he must be hallucinating from substance abuse. But the fact that he can still post online without any spelling errors is truly impressive. Regardless, I want to see exactly what he is deluding himself about.

He regarded his superiors as his providers, yet he never considered anything else. He never stopped to wonder why the public’s reaction was so intense.

She knew that this man had been following her all day, indulging her every whim. She had simply been too caught up in having fun with Ling Qing to pay attention to Si Lvhen.

Unable to decipher the true meaning behind Si Lvhen’s words, Jun Chenhan hesitated for only a moment before answering the question.

Harry couldn't help it; he burst into laughter, doubling over. Just then, his phone pinged. He opened it and saw a notification—he had won a prize in an online survey he’d entered a while ago. The prize was a few vouchers for free entry to the most popular escape room in New York.

I finally wrapped my arms around her waist; the sensation of her taut, smooth skin stirred my nerves, and I carried her back to the bed once more.

I signaled for Yan Shanshan to close the door and remain on standby, waiting for my orders. My guard against Yu Mengyao was suddenly raised. If Xu Wanwan hadn't been there earlier, I would have kept my composure, but now that the girl was gone, it was the perfect time to uncover the truth about her.

I asked Su Ya to think carefully about whether Bo had acted strangely lately—even the smallest detail could not be overlooked.

Wufa’s gaze was icy. He had not expected the person speaking to truly be the Supreme Elder of the Kunlun Sect.

However, to their surprise, after an hour or two, although Ye Chen’s life force remained extremely weak, it persisted, never once fading away.

Yet this gentle, thoughtful concern made Feng Ling, who was still lying on the ground struggling to breathe, shudder, feeling even colder.

"Yes, Mom said that Uncle used to be a very close friend of yours. He has been looking for you all these years, but he didn't know you had changed your name," Fang Weinan explained.

Looking up at the moon in the sky, Long Qing calmed his troubled heart. After all, he was about to give his apprentice a gift; it wouldn't do to have a sour expression.

As with every Lunar New Year, Zhu Youxiao spent the fifth year of the Tianqi era with his family, ensuring that everyone held a concept of "home" in their hearts, allowing the philosophy of harmony in the family leading to prosperity to take root in every member, and thoroughly erasing the shadow of the cold, heartless imperial household.

"It’s nothing. I’m going back to my room!" Ignoring Fang Weizhen’s persistent questioning, Fang Weinan continued to head upstairs.

"Hongjun" fell, breaking free, and transformed instantly into Du Hanqing in mid-air. He was caught by Qiu Yongsi, and as they locked eyes, Lu Xu rushed over, leaving both of them dumbfounded.

This strike was calculated to hit the weak point in Tian Boguang’s defense; it descended like a violent storm, unstoppable.

As for bandaging, Hongjun didn't have many supplies on hand, and even if he did, he wouldn't know how to treat a dragon. But he felt certain that the old dragon was gravely injured.

Shisilang blushed and nodded. The Emperor couldn't help but laugh—it turned out this child was quite aware that his "schoolwork was good."

The auction hall was much quieter than expected, not nearly as bustling as depicted on television. Only a few enterprises participated in the bidding. Li Yunfei made only three bids and successfully secured the land, paying forty-five million more than the reserve price.