Is your tongue really that soft?

Almost everyone at Haicheng No. 1 High School knew by the very next day that Jian Yaotao had become deskmates with the new, extremely gorgeous transfer student, Qi Sang.

A gentle breeze rustled people's hair, white peonies tucked behind ears, and larkspurs blooming alongside sandals. Patch after patch of larkspur merged into an ocean of flowers, stretching out to the horizon where it met the artificial sun in the distance—a warm sun one could gaze at directly, its light brilliant yet non-glaring, much like a melody drifting across the purple sea.

She was a citizen of the Dragon Kingdom, and this intelligence would undoubtedly be of great use to her nation; she had to hand it over.

Heavy snow had fallen here just a few days ago. Because the roads were unpaved dirt, muddy water was everywhere. Huo Zhouheng wore a grim expression as he stared at the footprints left by passersby, his brows furrowed tightly.

He was concealed within a black cloak, a black duckbill cap pulled down over his head to obscure most of his stern face.

"Under the vast heaven, strict distinctions of status and hierarchy are only natural. High official rank commands respect and occupies the upper tier, while low rank means subjugation and the lower tier."

After saying this, Qin Yinghuai turned his gaze toward Qin Yingyuan instead, lowering his gaze to murmur something softly.

Energy surged, immediately enveloping the dog-headed monster's entire muscular frame. Following that, his body abruptly shot upward, transforming in a fraction of a second into a giant over a thousand meters tall, delivering an unimaginable visual impact.

"Why should I help you? What's in it for me?" Ji Tian admitted that she was someone with a cold exterior and a warm heart; if cooperating with the police had all benefits and no drawbacks, why not take advantage of it?

Qin Feng, on the other hand, furiously cursed the magistrate as a spineless coward, fearing wolves ahead and tigers behind, utterly lacking in backbone. As the master of a county, he couldn't even keep a local squire under control.

"Stop being angry already. Just pretend my mind hasn't been working right lately, considering it's all for your own good, and considering you slammed the door and bumped my nose—look how many tears I've shed, and you don't even feel sorry for me!" I snorted, rolled my eyes at Shen Yi, and petulantly turned away, attempting to force him into a softening attitude.

However, in response to the mobilization call, Raymond also began inciting talented individuals to enlist in the Beautiful Dreamer Galaxy or contribute in other ways.

Immediately afterward, a speck of spiritual light materialized in his palm. He raised a finger and tapped it right between the brow of the demon before him. The next moment, a hazy, indistinct evil spirit emerged, driven straight out of the demon's body by his blow.

However, the God of Misfortune was equally helpless. Obliterating a deity required extremely special methods and stringent conditions; mere half-baked resonators like Chen Feng and his companions could never accomplish it.

"No, you don't want to do it?" Zhao Lingbo was once again stunned, then felt a stinging sensation in her eyes from staring too hard.

Yet despite falling just short of success, Qian Yue did not show a shred of discouragement. Facing Shen Qingming, who had come to catch them in the act, she let out the condescending sneer unique to a victor.

Shen Qingming clearly possessed zero desire for academic exploration; blushing fiercely, she shoved Wang Jiu aside and strode directly toward that towering ancient tree.

"This subject pays respects to Your Imperial Majesty, long live, long live, your imperial majesty." Bowing slightly, Bai Yan bit out each syllable with crystalline clarity, his slightly narrowed peach-blossom eyes carrying an unprecedented air of strangeness, yet curved into a smiling arc.

Are you kidding me? A problem any fool could see, and you're telling me everything is fine? But thinking of the old man's status, he ultimately dared not voice the thought.

The Underworld had whipped up a punitive wave against slander and rumor-mongering. Anyone showing dissatisfaction would still be executed. Following a year or so of rigorous monitoring and control, people progressed from not daring to speak, to feeling discontented, and finally from discontent to not even daring to whisper in secret.

The words had barely faded when a voice echoed from outside the door. Everyone hurriedly turned to look as Su Han stepped slowly inside with a smile.

After Gu Weimian regained consciousness, the doctor naturally recommended she stay at the hospital for observation, but Gu Weimian insisted on leaving.

It would be best if he had a legitimate reason to see him; if he was just rambling about nonsense, Ji Ziyan genuinely couldn't guarantee he wouldn't commit an act of unfilial impiety.

Xia Nuannuan lazily half-closed her eyes to glance at the narcissistic CEO, then slowly closed them again, adopting an expression that clearly said "I do not know you."

Xia Nuannuan was well aware of Mi Qianqian's fixation on Qu Mohan, which explained why she reacted so intensely upon hearing Mi Qianqian's name.

Di Yezhou had already departed. Tong Luoning washed up, got dressed, and headed downstairs. Seeing Qiao Dongran lounging on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, she calmly gave him a wide berth.

From an ethical standpoint, she was the developer of this new drug, the savior of tens of millions of patients, and the Goddess of Mercy delivering souls from suffering.

"Magrin." Hearing the other person address him thus, Magrin remembered he hadn't yet stated his name.

I trembled. Bei Yi pulled me to my feet and led me forward. Shan Mu and Gu Song sat together, talking to him very earnestly.

Half of the young man's body was instantly vaporized by the lightning strike, and even the firearm in his hand was melted into a puddle of iron, dropping to the ground with a crackling splutter.

Her only regret was that she had never officially become his apprentice, nor knelt to offer him a cup of tea.

Having previously watched gameplay videos of "Guilt" featuring madmen torturing their way through games, this was the first time they had ever witnessed a dungeon with such a terrifying atmosphere.

Madame Qi and Patriarch Qi meant that if Nan Qing was willing, they could ask Patriarch Mu to lead her through the final leg of the journey.

Under the burning gazes of tens of thousands of soldiers and officers, Liu Bei ascended the high platform, surveyed his surroundings, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and spoke with a voice that rang like thunder in the stillness.

His delicate facial features were flushed red, the collar of his white shirt flung wide open to reveal the cold, pale skin of his collarbones, and the tie I had meticulously knotted for him that morning hung crookedly around his neck.

"What?" Fang Nianyao was startled by his sudden outburst, freezing for two seconds before reacting.

Her appearance was quite pretty; not just for this era, but even placed in later generations, she would still be considered a top-tier beauty in the making.