Chapter Seventeen

He bent forward, his gaze so intent it seemed as though he were studying a precious treasure, his large hands cupping her face, his thumb gently tracing circles.
"Enough, stop talking. If you can’t even handle something this simple, I don’t know what use you are," Sister Zeng snapped at her irritably.
By now, he had probably learned about the meeting this morning. If it were him, Sun Bingquan would never have stayed behind; he didn’t tolerate subordinates questioning his superiors’ decisions. More precisely, if it were him, no one would dare to question his decisions.
Yet, despite all this, Shen Zhiyou had gone ahead and ordered milk for all four children in one go, which had sparked considerable gossip among the neighbors.
Moreover, this endeavor was to be expanded and promoted globally, raising awareness so that more people would learn about it, be willing to study it, and pass it on. The fund was also tasked with supporting this publicity and promotion.
By the time Nan Wan finished washing up and came out, he had already prepared all the ingredients, neatly sorted and tossed into the pot to cook seafood porridge.
Only then did everyone mount their horses or get into vehicles, ready to set off. Yuan Chun stepped lightly into the carriage and cast a tender, affectionate smile at Xing Jia, which everyone saw clearly, leaving Xing Jia speechless.
An elderly woman with white hair, a balding scalp, a face full of wrinkles, and a stooped figure sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, while Liu Shu sat nervously in a corner.
A busy day passed, and when the lanterns were lit, everyone gathered again in the hall to discuss the war.
He had no other thoughts, only the conviction that He Man’s condition had worsened, which weighed heavily on his heart.
Xiao Yueqi instantly felt a bit stifled but knew that remaining silent was the best choice for now.
Qin Ming was momentarily stunned. His intention had been to urge kindness toward Yang Ye, but now that he was seeking He Man, given He Man’s knack for reading Qin Zhenghuang’s mind, she might once again cloud his judgment, which would be detrimental to Yang Ye.
In a fit of anger, Liuli Luo showed Liuli a mark on her wrist. Liuli immediately dropped her guard, though she still found the strong aura emanating from Liuli Luo hard to bear.
This left Madrid and PDD looking at him, curious about some secret they were unaware of.

She could gather the five million; over the years, besides her savings, she had some valuable jewelry and a decent house.
"Could it be that these three parties are unlikely to fall victim to their schemes?" Gongsun Zuo asked, somewhat shocked.
Whether gods, demons, monsters, elves, or ghosts, anyone impaled by the Divine Demon Spike would perish—there was no survival.
Lin Fan waited, then suddenly remembered something, removing his earphones and steering his wheelchair toward the refrigerator.
The disciples below were furious, and several senior brothers with higher cultivation frowned deeply, their eyes filled with murderous intent, though they forcibly restrained themselves.
To a certain extent, Lingshan Fairyland, even Lingtong Fairy City, was just a remote backwater within the immortal realm, with thin spiritual energy, rampant ferocious beasts, and no remarkable cultivation resources. Thus, despite its vast territory, Lingshan Fairyland had never birthed any extraordinary cultivators in history.
The surroundings were deserted. Looking around, Rong was at a loss as to where he had driven while daydreaming—there seemed to be no one nearby.
"It’s so late today; don’t trouble yourselves. We can skip eating," Yu Wei said, glancing at Li Wusi. Unexpectedly, Li Wusi coldly stared back at them. Seeing Yu Wei’s gaze, he snorted and turned his head to drink instead.
"Got it," Old Third nodded quickly, thinking that if the Eastern Peak Emperor summoned them now, it must relate to their departure time. It seemed the reunion with Jiang Yi was imminent. With this thought, Old Third couldn’t help feeling a nervous longing for home.
"What? Afraid this time?" Yu Wei assumed Jiang Yi had been intimidated by the aura of the Ten Kings’ Hall.
When the mysterious protection expired, the Divine Man had to deploy his Qixi Bluebird to counter the dragon-suction flames of the Leave-Request King.
"Of course not," the young and capable deputy minister wiped cold sweat from his brow, smiling awkwardly.
"I guess..." Ling Jiajia deliberately dragged out the words, staring at Gu Weiran, but found his gaze fixed on her lips with a heat that made her somewhat uneasy, causing her to forget what she was about to say next.
Perhaps driven by a fierce will to survive, even in her fainted state, Jiang Yi’s limbs struggled involuntarily.

"Hmph, you stubborn girl, today I’ll show you what happens when you meddle!" Guard Li, seeing the matter had been exposed, ceased wasting words and launched a relentless, deadly assault on Yu Wei, determined not to stop until she was eliminated.
While drinking coffee, Wu Yuan remained distant, but Liu Zheyu kept watching her, unsure of what was troubling her.
Seeing her like this, I quickly said, "Let’s hurry and leave; if we don’t, your movie will be down to the end credits." To avoid lingering on this awkward topic, I decided to end the conversation.
Sometimes, things are inherently simple; it’s only people who overcomplicate them.
Actually, Yu Changfu was curious about his child’s sudden surge of strange, astonishing ideas—some even shocking to him—but hearing Luo Shouwu praise his child now, his face shone with pride.
In the end, there was no reward, no money given to me; instead, the scene was cleaned up, and I even got a beating.
Yi Jifeng said, "According to legend, Marshal Yue left behind a pair of swords, entrusted to Young Hero Ren."
It was nearly noon; usually, he would come either early in the morning or after midday.
The counselor sat beside me—a dark-skinned young man. You might question his youth, but I won’t allow doubts about his gender. It’s not about protecting our teacher; rather, I find that question insulting to my intelligence.
"Ah, look at me—so caught up in chatting that I forgot to make some charcoal fire for you." Leng Xubai, seeing Su Xue and the others’ movements, remembered how much cooler the forest night was compared to outside, though he had long since grown accustomed to it.