Volume 1, Chapter 31: Mom and Dad, Qingqing and I Have Come to Visit You

After the others had left, Pei Xi looked at her. “Have you been waiting long?”

In fact, warriors who practiced mechanical martial arts were quite suited to becoming Construct Masters, since their cultivation also leaned heavily toward spiritual power.

After hearing the Fancy Sea Lion sing, it had asked its younger cousin to introduce it to the Fancy Sea Lion no matter what.

Although I had entered the underworld without seeing a single ghost, that was actually a relief. After all, as a human being, I still held a certain awe for ghosts.

“Doctor Ni, thank you for taking care of me the last time I got drunk, but we’re only ordinary friends. From now on, please don’t interfere in matters concerning me and my family. I’m afraid Tiantian won’t be happy,” Wen Jingli said bluntly.

The two people talking were a cultivator in charge of exchanging supplies and a cultivator from the Second Spirit Treasure Sect, with whom he had crossed paths only once.

I had originally thought I would be able to rest for a while, but when Situ Jin’s call came through, I sprang out of bed, my heart pounding wildly.

The other three sides were all solid mountain rock. Breaking through them was not something that could be accomplished by simply pounding away with a few punches.

Perhaps it was Qiao Shinian’s imagination, but whenever she tilted her head back to drink, she always felt as though someone was watching her from somewhere.

She had fallen asleep directly in the car the night before. Huo Yanci must have carried her to the room. She had no idea about removing her makeup and had merely wiped her face with a towel.

She took the map from Guan Peng. It appeared to be hand-drawn, but the route had been marked out with great clarity.

What kind of lineup would Actor Xiao choose for this round? The fans who had watched that celebrity entertainment match were eagerly anticipating it.

Gu Xi watched Su Wushuang lying on the bed, two trails of tears glistening beneath her eyes. At last, he gently kissed her lips before turning and leaving.

Gradually, after walking for who knew how long, Su Wushuang reached the edge of a square. A pleasant singing voice drifted toward her. Looking around, she saw that it came from several young people singing for money on the street. The lyrics entered her heart.

Although doing so was the safer option, His Highness Prince Kang was not without loyal guards and attendants. What, then, was the purpose of everything happening now?

She and Lin Cha had met when they were both obscure and had come all the way to where they were today. In essence, they had witnessed each other’s growth.

The two of them took a bus to Kwun Lung Road in Chai Wan, on the eastern side of the northern part of Shek O Country Park. After walking for only a short while after getting off, they arrived at a Buddhist cemetery.

In truth, she simply wanted to urge Great-Grandmother to make a decision in front of the secondary grandmother as soon as possible. Otherwise, there would be far too many variables.

Besides, he remembered everything from that lifetime with absolute clarity. The reason she and Su Min had fallen out so openly was that she had played the good person, constantly nagging him and filling his head with malicious ideas, until the two of them ended up like this.

The fierce wind whipped up enormous waves, leaving everything unstable. No one knew what the situation would be once the wind died down, so it had to be shaped now.

She did not feel anything particularly special. She only thought the surroundings were wonderful, and then found them utterly lifeless—not a single ghostly figure anywhere. Every day, only the same few familiar faces drifted before her eyes.

“Oh? Though Dingfan is a fief, it is still part of the imperial domain. As for whom to use, couldn’t you simply inform Commander Xian and have the person transferred here? Why speak of borrowing anyone?” Greatly surprised by Ao Bai’s words, Si Zhen asked.

Fletcher earned the credit. When forming the defensive wall, he anticipated the angle of Lampard’s shot and defended the set piece brilliantly.

I understood that Huang Simin was standing up for me, yet I was still rather puzzled. According to her way of thinking, now that Zhang Minglang had taken me out and publicly declared that I was his wife, and Huang Simin liked Zhang Minglang, shouldn’t she have wanted nothing more than to tear me limb from limb? So what was this supposed to mean?