Chapter 59

It seemed as though everyone had agreed beforehand; within a single day, all the residents of the villa arrived. True to her word, Ye Junyao invited everyone to a grand hotel for dinner that evening.

“My father said on his deathbed that he had only two regrets in his life. One was Ruoshui. For the second, he mentioned Moye, but didn’t elaborate. At the time, I had just lost my mother and had no mind for such things.”

Wei Yong chuckled, took the fat snake, and with his thumbnail pressed twice just below its head, creating a cross-shaped incision. Holding the snake’s head in one hand, he gently peeled along the cut, stripping the entire skin away in one piece.

Ke Liuyun shrugged helplessly after speaking, as if Gu Huaiyan’s reaction had long been expected.

In the vast Prince’s Mansion, who hadn’t noticed Yu Wuxia’s affection for her? Even Hua Xuanji, oblivious as she could be, saw it clearly. Yet… the reason she didn’t confront it, nor allow Yu Wuxia to do so, was because she felt unworthy.

Before the old woman could question Long Ying, Qiu’er bounced back, followed by five silent, docile earth chickens, trotting along behind her.

The once childish face had shed its youthful innocence; her features became sharper, her eyes deep and dark, lashes thick, and her skin, unlike a common servant’s, was smooth and clean as snow beneath the bright moonlight.

Husband? Gao Yuan? Wasn’t he Xu Ying’s brother-in-law? How could he be involved with Bai Xue? And neither of them were jealous? The man in sunglasses gave an awkward smile, raised his glass to Gao Yuan, drained it in one gulp, then sat down sheepishly. The fat man beside him deliberately jabbed him, letting out a lascivious laugh.

“If that’s the case, should I contact the Sacred Messenger again and ask him for intelligence to make even more powerful weapons?” Having tasted benefit, Ye Ge’er had developed a strong dependency. He was frustrated that their last communication hadn’t mentioned offensive weapons.

Tao Hui was not merely unfriendly to Wang Nuo; she wished she could sever the link between Wang Nuo and Tao Xiu with a knife. If she ever had the chance to send Wang Nuo to that wretched marketing department, Tao Hui would surely raise both hands in approval.

Swift shadows darted across the mirror-smooth cliffs, shooting to the ground like arrows loosed from a taut bow.

“What’s wrong?” Jin Guangyan breathed in the fragrance of her hair, played with her fingers, and asked casually.

Lin Xiao’s lifeless gaze and deathly tone sent a chill through Bai Caiwei’s heart, like a cold blade sweeping past her chest.

The sun set, the air grew colder, and a gust of wind seeped chill into one’s bones.

“Forget it, even if my brother scolds me, I must ask.” Yi Chan stood up, dragging Xuan Yin with her, hurrying along, while Xuan Yin’s brows furrowed ever tighter.

He masked his pain with cheerfulness and joy, hiding the sorrow of kneeling at Zuo Yin’s tomb with tears streaming down.

The reason Changmen could speak so frankly to the Prime Minister’s son, Zhu Wushuang, was because he knew exactly what he had to do.

Yu Zichen, deep in meditation with the Buddha at Puqing Temple, sneezed suddenly. He had no idea his loyal subordinate had begun to favor Qing Rang.

“Heh, so you want to serve this king?” Xuanyuan Cangqiong laughed, his broad, muscular chest vibrating with his laughter.

In the 72nd minute, Bulek crossed from the right, and at ten meters from the goal, Ilse’s header was cleared by Rodnei.

Time flowed on; fewer and fewer cultivators remained in the Heart Refining Array, and Qian Yi showed not the slightest sign of awakening.

On the surface, you seem so eager to help, never refusing anyone’s request. But deep down, you are cold, able to watch many things happen without intervening. Yet I can understand you on a deeper level.

“You’re not bad yourself.” Xuanyuan Cangqiong’s tone remained light and breezy, as if the commotion just now had nothing to do with him.

Meng Pingjun’s mood had been sour these days. The emperor intended to give Xiao Ruo a palace of her own, but Xiao Ruo herself objected, unwilling to part from Meng Pingjun.

Gu Yan approached to find the man in white gone. Summoning his courage, he shouted, “Is anyone there?” Suddenly, all the classroom lights flicked on. Gu Yan felt a strange panic; he was so frightened that he didn’t bother to turn off the lights and rushed back to his dormitory.

Only those Chinese online media “commentators” would strive to link good news to Ni Tu, though they also worked hard to smear him.

Onions are different; if a normal person cuts an onion raw without any preparation, tears are guaranteed.

“Well, I suppose I should thank you then.” Xu Zuoyan’s face darkened, his lips trembling as he forced out the reply, struggling to escape Ye Kaicheng’s embrace. Ye Kaicheng let go without resistance.

Ye Long spoke awkwardly, admitting he had no ticket to enter the stadium, and his brothers couldn’t get in either.

Ye Long’s sword struck fiercely against the armor, but it didn’t budge. Luo Hao didn’t even take a step back, showing no sign of injury.