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“Has the matter in the western part of the city been settled?” Gu Lingshang asked. Although his third brother paid no attention to court affairs, he cared about everything happening in the government. He was remarkably capable when handling matters—nothing like the idle prince he was supposed to be.

The Third Prince turned to leave, but before he could take half a step, Shen Mingzhu flung the long sword at him from the side. The foot he had just raised froze in midair.

“You insolent servant! What do you think you’re doing?” Mo Bing’er asked, forcing herself to remain calm despite being outnumbered.

Perhaps that brief moment of reckless passion would ultimately become a beautiful dream that could never be recreated, settling amid the mixed joys and sorrows of Feng Linglan’s life.

When news of the Territory Stone broke in Sunshine City, an announcement had appeared on the world channel. He had heard about it as well.

Shen Hao was no fool. He had truly been keeping a close eye on Liu Hengyi’s movements and those of his carriage convoy. Even if he had not taken part personally, how could anyone doing business under the protection of the Black Guard possibly be short of money? Shen Hao did not believe it for a moment.

Naturally, such thoughts could not be voiced openly. Later, when their relationship had grown distant, there was no longer any opportunity to bring them up.

Yet by the time he reached Brother Xiong’s side, there was an extra welfare bag beside him—and he had already stopped breathing.

Li Zhi shifted the neck of the Benevolent King slightly and saw a square hole on the side of it, as though something had pierced through and left the mark behind.

Qian Fan still wanted to decline, but seeing how warmly Meng Aqi’s mother was entertaining her, she found it difficult to refuse again. So she stayed and helped Meng Aqi’s mother with the work.

Yang Chuchu drove wildly along the road for more than ten minutes before suddenly spotting a black sedan near the outskirts of the city, its hazard lights flashing as it stood by the roadside.

She wanted to curse him, but at that moment every word caught hard in her throat. No matter how desperately she tried, she could not make a sound.

She felt that the man before her was like a block of ice. In the end, unable to bear it any longer, she tumbled into bed with Zhongli Tan.

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“Heh heh. If you’re still dancing around so energetically tomorrow, you’d better go see the imperial physician,” Zhufeng said calmly.

“Pianpian, you arrived at just the right time. Three days from now, my imperial brother will be choosing his consort.” Lin Na took Long Pianpian’s hand.

Not long ago, Zhang Xiaoyan had casually mentioned that someone surnamed Zhang was investing in the development of Five-Finger Peak, so he arranged to go there with Zhang Zhibing over the weekend. Before setting out, he invited Wang Zi’an, but Wang said he had gone to CD to discuss business. He invited Wang Xiaoyan, who said she had to work overtime collecting overdue loans and interest.

In the span of a minute, Leo rapidly scanned the Netherworld investigation report, then examined the construction of the underground cavern.

“Brother, how can this Chaste Lord compare with Mo Xie? He has neither the looks nor the courage, and he’s useless in that regard too. After all this time, he still hasn’t produced a child.” Fuyao began listing all of Chaste Lord’s shortcomings.

Gu Qisen turned sideways and pulled her into his arms. His large hand had already slipped beneath the hem of her clothes and was moving upward.

Her voice held a restrained plea, as though its tone had drawn Lu Congyi’s wandering thoughts back to several nights earlier, when she had used that same voice to ask him to be gentler.

Would Alan’s feelings for Mikasa, his impulsive nature, and the kindness that came from the depths of his heart truly be changed?

At the time, she knew Changsun Fengye’s name, but she had never connected him with the Northern Wasteland’s Ten Elites.

The so-called immortal ancient clans, placed in that age when all races contended for supremacy, would at most have been second-rate powers without the support of their clan’s ancestral artifacts. Even with such artifacts, they could hardly be called overlords. They were still far from that level.

Things were not as developed back then as they were now. It had been more than thirty years ago, and her family did not yet use boxed tissues. They still used Huo-brand toilet paper, cut sheet by sheet.

Seeing Changsheng’s movements and the crab-man that had suddenly appeared again, the white-robed middle-aged man instantly sensed that something was wrong.

As he spoke, he opened his hand and clasped hers in his palm. The two rings intertwined, just as their design intended.

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Nick Fury tapped the wall of the tower with his finger, then raised his single eye and asked Tom in confusion.

He glanced at Ye Fanxing, who was crying alone, then at Old Madam Shu’s upright back. With no choice but to sigh, he hurried after her.

After what they had experienced before, Xu Tianhai and the others naturally understood that the mercenaries ahead plainly did not trust them.

They had originally thought the old man was pushing them out to their deaths. They had never imagined that he had another meaning in mind.

As Chen Ning’s consciousness continued to penetrate deeper, the ape could no longer endure the pain and began shrieking in agony.

Chen Che gently, slowly, inch by inch, pushed open the door. He slipped his left foot inside first, then squeezed through with his backside scraping against the door panel, looking exactly like a dejected bear that had done something wrong.

“Cang Chu, show some respect!” The Sacred King raised his head. In his eyes, the old man did not understand how formidable Hui Neng was, and everything he did was hopelessly childish.

The moment Tony turned and slipped away, General Ross was the first to object. He had already regarded the Mark armor on Tony’s body as the bargaining chip that would preserve his own career. Now that the chip had run away, what was he supposed to do?

After being separated for so long, longing had grown heavy; after drawing close again, their old friendship made him shy. This happened repeatedly, and Chen Che could scarcely conceal his excitement. For a moment, he did not know how he should greet his Sixth Sister.

Chen Jiahao knew that the man opposite him was about to lose his temper, but he was not afraid. Although he could neither hear his master’s voice nor feel his master’s power helping him, he had discovered that the inexhaustible energy within his dantian should be enough to let him walk out of this place.

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