Chapter 56 Refusing to Bow to Fate

Waiting by the park lake in the bitter cold of late lunar December truly makes a person shiver uncontrollably.
Weian, wearing only a thin padded jacket, kept rubbing her hands together and breathing into them.
Not far away, Xiang Ju, dressed in a somewhat worn cotton coat, was lowering her head, exchanging sporadic words with a man who looked to be about thirty years old.
The man wore a green military uniform, standing at a distance of roughly two meters from Xiang Ju.
The two of them seemed to have very little to say; from Weian's perspective, they—

Yu Jiuxu felt a sudden wave of nausea: Damn it, if you do too many malicious deeds, even walking at night makes your heart uneasy.
Meanwhile, falling rocks, rolling logs, and the like were wreaking devastating consequences on the Xingluo Empire's army of one hundred thousand.
"This is the phenomenon that only occurs when vital energy is instantly and completely drained from the body, right?" Darren, who was well-traveled and knowledgeable, guessed.
Although everything the old lady said was correct, given the current state of the Lin family, it was nothing short of a toad wishing to eat swan meat.
Even through the screen, the vast number of netizens could easily guess that the face of "Jiang Cen the Bitch costs 50 a night" must have turned as unsightly as a pig's liver.

Huo Weilou liked her describing their relationship this way; smiling, he sat on the chair beside her and poured her another cup.
Later on, when she borrowed a corpse to revive her soul, the happiest person of all was Wan Chuyue. Yet at that time, she did not believe Yu Jiuxu would betray Guan Yubai, and naturally, she had wanted to persuade Yu Jiuxu to return.
Having sent him away, Jiang Cen finally had the opportunity to search every corner of the room for a communication tool. She did not believe that Duan Qinyu's phone was truly lost; it must be hidden somewhere in the room.
Although Davis still maintained a fearless appearance on the surface, inwardly, a trace of fear had already begun to creep in. Beneath his sleeves, his hands were trembling uncontrollably, and the terror in his heart had reached its absolute peak.
Director Wang knew that Jiang Cen was not well-liked and did not dare to keep the camera on her for long, so he hurriedly began announcing new rules to divert the audience's attention.
No matter how much she had detested Sheng Lingyao before, all those feelings of disgust completely vanished into thin air at this very moment.
Lingxi was stunned for a moment, then nodded happily. As for the matter of Lihua, it could be resolved once Wangwang was found.
Afterward, he drained the wedding wine in his hand in a single gulp, his dark eyes looking toward Feng Fuyao with a radiant, gentle smile.
Speaking thus, Ziruoxi glanced at the door behind Lin Nuannuan. Outside the door, the sound of footsteps and slightly heavy breathing just now must have been Qi Yusong returning with water.
"You stole a supreme treasure of my clan, which is a capital offense. Hand over the treasure, and I can spare your life for the sake of Buddhism." Huoluan Sheng looked with a chilling expression at this glib, greedy monk. Since you brought up Buddhism, this young master will leave you a way to survive.

Therefore, Xu Zhaomu had no choice but to make a trip in person, having the driver park the car right beneath Xia Chuching's dormitory.
How cold this man used to be! She even thought he would never like children, yet facts proved that she was wrong.
Just as she was about to close it, a passage of graceful handwriting alongside the sweeping, dragon-like calligraphy she was so familiar with appeared within her apricot-shaped eyes.
Accompanied by Baili Hongzhuang's voice trailing off, the cultivators present could not help bursting into laughter.
Hong Baoqi glanced at Huihuang and let out a sigh. Demonic beasts do not need to condense their inner fire; they can simply spew it directly from their mouths, so in his view, this was nothing remarkable.
Xixi spoke of skin care as if reciting a family treasure. Seeing her radiant and spirited, Qin Zheng could not bear to interrupt her, truly hoping she would keep talking like this.
Shengshui began to grow anxious, pondering in his mind. At that moment, Lin Yingbin's cross-shaped technique flashed before his eyes, capable of generating immensely destructive power through the intersection of two distinct energy currents.
"A-yue, let your master handle this," Daoist Xuanming said. Even after being trapped for so long, Daoist Xuanming still retained that otherworldly celestial immortal appearance with his youthful complexion and dark hair. However, the worry etched between his brows was completely genuine.