Volume 1, Chapter 24: Sister-in-law?

Sun Hu gave a thumbs up from the side, "That kick from the young lady was truly satisfying; I felt like going over and kicking him a couple of times myself!"

Bai Yang grabbed his arm, "Sister-in-law can kick him, but we shouldn't! Although it’s frustrating to be insulted, there’s nothing we can do about it. Let’s just endure it; we don't encounter people like him every day, so let’s just treat him like a bedbug."

"Did you just call her sister-in-law?" Sun Hu noticed something amiss and leaned in close, "Are you implying that our Old Zhao likes her?"

Bai Yang scratched his head unconsciously, "I don't know the specifics, but Old Zhao definitely likes her, even if he won't admit it out loud. You haven't seen it—if I talk to her for just a few minutes, Old Zhao’s face..."

Wei Momie was overjoyed and rushed onto the stone slab, eager to pluck the six eggs. However, no matter how hard he tried, the eggs seemed as though they were rooted to the stone. They didn't budge at all. Even if it were solid rock, Wei Momie could have pried it off with real effort, but he was afraid of damaging the unicorn eggs and dared not use too much force.

"Halt!" Wei Momie let out a thunderous shout, the sound like a summer lightning bolt. Hundreds of silver rings flew from above his head once more. The magic mechs that had just broken through the first wave of rings saw only a shimmering expanse of light circles drifting toward them. Caught within the encirclement of the silver rings, they immediately began clutching their heads in agony, just like their companions before them.

It seemed they intended to use this place as a base to build an empire. Moreover, the original plan had been to attack the region between Jining and Ziyang, where the population was dense. Yet, despite repeated envoys sent by Liu Shi’er’s two brothers from Dengzhou urging them to move, they remained completely unmoved.

Just seconds ago, Peter felt things couldn't possibly get any worse. Mary’s disappearance, the emergence of the clone, and the fact that he never expected Aunt May to react so violently to the revelation that he was Spider-Man—he was already beginning to regret confessing it to her.

Because most songs of a similar style were from the Japanese and Korean scenes, it was rare to find a Cantonese track, so it sounded quite pleasant.

Over the next few days, Tong Jia came to Li Ying’s dormitory almost every day. She didn't say much when she arrived; she would just watch TV with him, tidy up the room, or wash his clothes, leaving punctually around ten o'clock.

The paparazzi opposite him had been beaten until his nose was bleeding profusely and his face was bruised. As for Zhai Nan, his mind was clouded by grief, and his fighting style was completely undisciplined; he even had a gash on his forehead, from which blood streamed down.

As soon as Director Huang walked in, everyone stood up, greeting him affectionately as "Uncle Huang."

After decades of metabolic turnover in the bureaucracy and the imperial examination system, those who occupied these positions were essentially sons of landed gentry and aristocratic families. Merchants, meanwhile, were barred from the imperial examinations due to their status. Naturally, whether consciously or unconsciously, those standing within that class felt compelled to speak and advocate for their own social stratum.

The eyeballs of that burning face seemed to come to life, rotating to survey the surroundings and cast a glance in every direction.

"Others might not be able to cure it, but I can," Ye Qingcheng said, lifting her eyebrows, a flicker of light shining in her eyes.

Sanya bit her lip, saying dejectedly, "I... I am too slow-witted, and I’m not pretty, so no one wants me. Aunt Zhang said I should keep learning, but if I don't become sharp, I'll have to be sold off as a child bride." As she spoke, she couldn't help but shudder.

The ladies covered their mouths and giggled. The Princess of the Ninth Prince was truly a witty person; who couldn't tell she was implying that Consort Xiahou was brainless? She kept comparing the Northern Ming to the Great Yong, which was clearly a sign of looking down on the Great Yong.

"Oh, what a handsome gentleman!" The madam noticed the thick stack of banknotes on the table—at least ten thousand taels—and became instantly and incredibly enthusiastic.

Consort Huai’s thoughts were seen clearly by the Princess of Huai. The Princess curled her lips slightly, catching a glimpse of a figure hurrying over—it was Princess Qingning.

After a day and a night at sea, the luxurious ship was filled with music and dance. The wealthy gentlemen and ladies had no idea that danger was closing in on them.

Zhan Tiannie tilted his head and saw Qiao Chu clinging to the kitchen door, watching him with expectant eyes.

Upon hearing that an alien creature had invaded, he was particularly enraged, rushing out with a heart full of murderous intent and fury.

Zhao Xinghe shook his head helplessly. Another person in this world was about to transcend the ranks of the Titled Martial Emperors.

He saw the man standing by the gardenia tree, dressed in casual clothes, his hands in his pockets, standing on the steps of the flower bed.

Therefore, they did not meet Wen Shuyi; they only chatted briefly with Yun Qing and then departed.

He was prepared to show Xi Yang how many thermal imagers a single piece of Heaven-Mending Divine Stone could power, and Xi Yang nodded without hesitation, agreeing to it.

The people who eliminated the Shangguan brothers were Shi Fei’s men, intended to shift the blame onto them. Unfortunately, their people saw through the ruse.

Several months had passed, and her hair had grown much longer, cascading down past her shoulders. Her head kept rubbing against his shoulder, and a few strands of hair mischievously slipped into his collar, tickling his skin.

"Please speak, Master." Gong Zhaoyang was excited, hurriedly sitting up straight, looking as if he were ready to listen to profound teachings.

She looked at the delicate plum blossoms in her hand once more with reluctance, the cold fragrance lingering at her nose, but in the end, she handed the flowers to Qiushui.

"Meow, meow, meow~" It’s alright if there isn't any; it’s not strictly necessary to have this dish.

"Are you cursing me?" Company Commander Wu Hao glared at Cai Dong, who was so happy he had lost his composure, and snorted coldly. After speaking, he walked slowly out of the building with his hands behind his back, feeling a strange sensation in his heart.

Aike held his breath and checked carefully, finally discovering a card beside the corpses of the three black men who had once pinned him down. Aike picked it up as if it were a priceless treasure. That was right, it was his own business card; it must have fallen off when he was struggling.

The self-detonation of a Golden Core stage Golden Lion possessed power that far exceeded the charged strikes of most Golden Core experts. Caught off guard, the two young men were severely wounded by the single blast.

Seeing the ball go in, Van der Wiel roared and charged into the goal, grabbing the ball and running out with his hands held high, ready to accept the celebrations of his teammates.

In contrast, the other Chelsea players looked rather lackluster. The only one whose performance remained normal so far was Drogba; he was a major threat to Arsenal in the front court, and using his strength and height, he had already created many opportunities for his teammates. Now, all Chelsea lacked was a striker who could capitalize on those chances.