Chapter 29: Fingerprint Powder

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Based on the current rules, it seems the number of colors in the rainbow increases as Yun Qianfeng discovers one hidden prize after another.

She must have bathed and washed her hair; her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her soft hair fell loosely about her shoulders, looking a bit lazily disheveled.

A flicker of resentment flashed in Li Fei’s eyes. As a dignified young master of the Li family, he had been publicly humiliated by a mere commoner.

Yet, every time she returned home, a single glance at the luggage he had left behind was a moment of reality she could no longer deceive herself about.

At that time, Shen Jichang had spent a fortune to bring the best divine physician in Quansheng'an to treat her, which was the only reason she had survived. However, her health had been increasingly frail ever since, and it was only in the last few years that she had managed to recover slightly.

With such an ungrateful wretch, no matter how well you treat them, it is useless. They simply take your kindness for granted and believe that any failure to indulge them is your fault.

"Who gave you permission to enter this room?" His voice was devoid of emotion, yet it carried an underlying chill that was inexplicably terrifying.

The guide bowed politely, and as Ye Mowan and Su Bei stepped into the blue curtain of light, their vision went black for a moment before five independent buildings appeared before them.

Even though she was sent to act as a good-luck charm for a wedding, her dowry was not lacking in any way; in fact, her father, Zhang Rujun, had added even more to it in order to curry favor with the Ji family.

Ye Lingxiao would occasionally glance toward the stage, but for the most part, he remained focused on the plate of walnuts in front of him.

After the meal, Tong Jia’s parents tactfully told Li Ying they were going for a walk by the river, urging Tong Jia to keep Director Li company by watching some TV and chatting.

Pain, discomfort, chest tightness—the believers and virtual residents all felt it as the deity shared his own suffering with them.

"What?!" Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, I waved my hand to dismiss him, but suddenly noticed Nagano Nobumasa’s eyes light up.

As she embraced Ning Qing, she thought of the separation ahead and how she did not know when she would see him again, nor how long she would have to endure the agony of longing. Her eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face.

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Ruofeng was incredibly excited the moment Yang Hao mentioned he would personally come to cheer on the team.

Li Ying flipped through the expensive leather jackets, designer suits, jackets, and shirts one by one. Looking at the drawer below, he found everything from underwear and pajamas to socks and insoles.

With ordinary cultivation techniques, even with excellent aptitude, the Nascent Soul stage is essentially the limit. However, top-tier techniques are different; even someone with average aptitude could likely break through to the Tribulation stage without much effort.

"Do you remember that garment you gave me as a model years ago?" he said with a smile.

This was merely an armed cruise ship equipped with a security team and mercenaries, not a formal naval vessel of any nation.

Both Ye Tian and the old monster were persevering, locked in a contest of wills to see who had the greater resolve.

Xiao Han was a man; how could there be a sense of soul fusion and yin-yang harmonization between them? Moreover, was Xiao Han the yin?

He Manzi had just finished installing a camera when, suddenly, a chaotic "clatter-clatter" sound erupted, interspersed with garbled laughter. In the silence of the night, in the empty hallway, it sounded so distinct that it was bone-chilling. He Manzi’s first reaction was: am I seeing a ghost?

In the sky, Surtur was not a Heroic Spirit skilled in aerial combat. Even if he forced flames to generate thrusters on his back, he could only glide; performing flexible, fighter-jet-like maneuvers was nearly impossible.

Furthermore, Abner did not know that because he had abducted Tsukahara Meishi and Emiya Shirou had taken Tohsaka Mina, Mina would wake up tomorrow night and beg Shirou to save him. He was even less aware that Karl and Elena had already formed an alliance.

The first Immortal Emperor in all of eternity was Yang Cong, though at that time he was not called Yang Cong, but Dugu Nitian.

Yet, she retained a pure heart, growing amidst demonic energy without a single evil thought, remaining untainted like a lotus rising from the mud.

Tsukahara Meishi showed no chivalry, sweeping Tohsaka Mina to the ground and ripping off his own coat to cast it aside.

Nearly everyone there was focused on building blocks, having cast aside all distracting thoughts.

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Given the terrifying scale of the advertising, Huai Ren’s scale cleanser was purchased by many dragons on the very first day. After all, dry and cracking scales were a major problem. Defense aside, the main point was that it looked truly ugly. Female dragons valued beauty, and male dragons hoped to look their best when searching for mates during the mating season.

Wei Luo followed behind Young Master Jingling, traveling in a carriage toward his residence alongside the various guests, swordsmen, and maids.

Outside the formation, Sun Qiyang sneered at the sight, his fingertips dancing across the array disk to keep the white mist churning. Faint, beast-like roars emerged from within, causing the faces of those trapped inside to turn even paler.

The first section is finished, and the second is only half done; it seems I am running out of time.

"Uh, excuse me, teacher, we’ve come to the wrong place." Wei Fei hurriedly pulled Shitou back, thinking to himself that it was no wonder this place was so unpopular—it was the testing ground for the Assassin class.

"There’s no rush, you should stay until after the Princess’s wedding. She is your best friend here, and it wouldn't be right to miss a once-in-a-lifetime wedding. I don't want you to look back on this with regret." Returning to the room, Su Jing said this, deeply moving Xue Li.

Could it be that this was the rule of the Jingling residence? Once they decided you were guilty, they would never give you a chance to speak again?

Tong Mei sat slumped on the ground, completely exhausted, her body pushed to its limits. The sound that escaped her throat barely had the strength to circulate before retreating back inside.

After Young Master Jingling returned from his victory over the Qin, feudal lords from all nations sent envoys to offer congratulations. Judging by their schedule, the flow of people in Xintian, the capital of Jin, would reach its peak in about two or three months.

Xin'er smiled, her face radiant with happiness, and ran to the other side to wake Shitou, who was still fast asleep.

"As long as you are sincere, my lady, the price is negotiable." The shopkeeper saw her expression and knew she understood his meaning, becoming even more obsequious.