Chapter 62: Self-Directed and Self-Acted

Seeing the two of them so intimate, Dong Zhihua was instantly consumed by jealousy.
In truth, he still wanted to reconcile with Song Yuqi.
After all, Song Yuqi was the eldest daughter of the Song family.
He knew all too well just how valuable the status of a Song family son-in-law truly was.
As for his current girlfriend, she was merely a temporary distraction to soothe his emptiness and loneliness.
Before long, Dong Zhihua was blinded by rage.
He...

Two burly police officers with sharp, glowing eyes sat down in chairs beneath a triangular table, holding coffee cups in their hands.
"Qiao'er, stop acting up. Invite the young master in," Chunlan said, deciding to step in as Qiao'er grew increasingly unruly.

Yi leaned against a massive tree, sitting on the sandy beach and sleeping soundly for a long time. Strangely enough, this stretch of beach never received another ray of sunlight. As the world gradually grew dim and the last traces of daylight vanished from the land, Yi slowly woke up.

Just when they thought higher-ups had finally remembered them and were ordering their return, the instructions coming through the radio left them utterly dumbfounded.

A myriad of shifting expressions instantly flashed across Kongyu’s face: joy, bewilderment, and most importantly... longing.

In a split second, the fellow's face contorted, saliva drooling from his mouth as a searing agony erupted in his abdomen. It felt as though his belly was splitting open in all directions, while a persistent, swelling pain flared in his lower body, as if his bladder had burst—an unbearable, piercing torment.

"Very well, I owe you a meal," Jinling said, not wishing to push Moli any further. He believed that matters of the heart could not be rushed; rather, they required a period of companionship. Over time, Moli would naturally notice him and discover his good qualities. Jinling remained thoroughly confident in himself.

No sooner had the voice fallen than dense, countless figures emerged from the surrounding mist. These people were extremely bizarre: they were stark naked, each gripping a wooden spear in hand, and their faces bore no expressions whatsoever, looking just like corpses as they tightly surrounded the six of them.

Moreover, unlike the biting, fierce winds of the grasslands, the wind in this place carried a remarkably dry undulation—clearly the result of a year-round desert environment. This only served to magnify the anxieties hidden deep within the hearts of the Nine Elders during this expedition.

Mo Lianhai glanced at the Elder Prince, and upon receiving his silent assent, stepped over to Moli, unclipped the token from his waist, and handed it across.

Although one dish required half an hour of simmering and the other half an hour of braising, with two separate pots, it indeed only took half an hour in total.

Kim Jisoo felt that something must be deeply wrong; the sensation was entirely too real, making the absurdity of time travel feel profoundly authentic.

"I'm not just 'someone else,' I'm your relative, practically your uncle." Huang Han naturally wouldn't admit that, by some distant, unrelated branch of the family, he was actually the junior.

Recalling those words and gazing at Mother Bai's smiling, round face, along with her stout waist and wide skirt, Niohuru Xinlan's mouth twitched as she felt like crying without tears.

Hearing this, the man instantly shifted his gaze, picked up his chopsticks, plucked a piece of fish, and placed it into her bowl.

Throughout a whole year of "dating" alongside Taki'ichi, no matter where they traveled, this seat was always reserved for him.

Upon hearing this, the system hurriedly complied. With that white snake absent, the black thorns guarding the cave entrance had long since vanished.

Noticing the distinctly strange expression on Liang Jiugong's face, Emperor Kangxi lowered his gaze in growing suspicion.

"Aren't you going to make a move?" Glancing at Nie Yu, who was busy soothing a child, Ji Biyue's eyes flashed with a sharp light. She hoped to deduce his origins and background through his methods, still missing no opportunity to test him even at this very moment.