Thirty-two thousand thirty-two

That adorable appearance was truly heart-melting, yet Qin Tian was currently struggling to save himself, leaving him no spare time to dwell on such thoughts.

Gongsun Laiyi spat out two words through gritted teeth, then tossed aside the clothes she had shed and fled as if escaping a nightmare. Even as she reached the door, the bestial roar from behind made her want to cover her ears.

"Fine, get lost, Blood-Clad. Don't bother me again." Meng Yunhao sheathed his sword, not sparing a glance for Blood-Clad, and turned to leave.

To conceive a dragon heir was Imperial Concubine Wan’s greatest wish. Recently, Lady Wang had been favored and was fortunate enough to conceive first. Fortunately, she had just been promoted to Consort Li; as a noble consort, if she herself were to conceive, the title of Empress might not necessarily belong to another! At the thought, Imperial Concubine Wan could not help but laugh from the bottom of her heart.

"People I don't know, and their photos are posted on the wall?" Han Ziyang found this hard to believe, so he asked himself in his heart.

"Thank you, I was so careless I didn't even notice," Wang Hen said with a polite smile, while Xiu Yuan remained stunned, unable to collect his thoughts.

At the same moment, the Mirror Immortal transformed into a wisp of cyan smoke, bursting forth from the mirror and collapsing, covered in wounds, before Buyu.

Hao Zu arrived at the room where the wooden coffin was kept. Outside the door, seven burly men brandished their broadswords, cautiously scanning their surroundings. Hao Zu leapt onto the roof, slipped inside, and exhaled a powerful gust of wind that blew the coffin lid open.

He grabbed her hand from behind, pulled her forcefully into his arms, and then leaned over. Every movement was as fluid as flowing water, effortless as he pinned Yan Yue beneath him. Having gone a full day without food due to illness, Yan Yue had no strength left and was powerless to resist.

When Yu Ruyan stood before Director Wu in the nude, he was captivated by her exquisite figure and instantly lost all restraint.

To think he could shamelessly speak of "creating value"—though it was hardly surprising. Such is the logic of robbers: they view themselves as the center of righteousness, expecting everything else to obey and submit to their will.

Is this me trying to comfort myself? In truth, I am more like someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder, hoping this game maintains its rules, while those who truly want to escape must surely wish for the rules to shatter, as that is the only way to significantly lower the difficulty.

His harem naturally held three thousand beauties, yet none were simple characters; they each possessed at least the strength of the Fourth Realm, enough to assist him in governing the ancient kingdom.

A streak of emerald flame escaped from the corpse like a lightning bolt, darting toward a black-purple vortex in the distant sky. It was the divine soul of the "Silk-Spinning Spider Emperor," attempting to flee.

Looking back, he felt a thick tentacle gently tapping his shoulder, as if afraid to disturb him.

"Wench, you dare to dodge?" A slap landed, leaving a crimson handprint on Zhong Birou’s face. Jing Zong’s gloomy eyes scanned her, filled with mockery and malice.

In truth, the strength of these demonized beasts was not great; it was only the darkness and the jagged rocks of the cave that made them a significant threat to those below the Dust-Shedding Realm if they launched a sneak attack.

Zhang Shilong’s heart skipped a beat. He suddenly had a feeling that Zhao Zihao really would burn all the cigarettes and alcohol once he returned, and so he hesitated.

Outside the door, a man in a green military uniform paced back and forth in the hospital corridor, restless and anxious. He appeared to have just arrived, looking worn out from his travels.

"It’s nothing," Ling Xi shook her head, saying dismissively, "Your constitution is quite good." Resilient to impact—a typical physical cultivator.

He said that Uncle Qiang would provide me with many resources in the future, and the company would focus on grooming me. How did I suddenly get so lucky?

Once the agreement was reached, Qian Manchang told Chen Bailun to begin work, assuming that Tang Yi would certainly be able to raise such a large sum of money.

The sun slanted westward, casting long shadows. Si Li sat on a bench, licking the last bit of ice cream, and narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

"Sister said that one day you will go to the Upper Realm with the person you love. She told me to practice hard until I reached the Five Apertures so I could go too. But it took me so long just to find Sister's home."

However, Lord Tang felt that even if he were to interrogate him, given Hou Ji’s past merits, the result would likely be nothing more than a perfunctory reprimand; such matters were not uncommon in the imperial court.

The window was barely a meter wide and had been fitted with a row of anti-theft steel bars, looking like a prison cell. One look told you the soundproofing must be excellent.

The Crown Princess nodded blankly. Looking at the shape and color of the flowers, they were all rare varieties; she had never even seen some of the multi-colored petals before. They were truly dazzling.

Even if Lin Yi did not set up that barrier, she would not look. What needed to be done had already been done. The rest depended on whether Lin Yi could withstand her charm technique.

For a very long time, Zhu Changjin harbored deep guilt, always feeling that he hadn't been there to accompany A-Zhu while she was pregnant and giving birth.

"Two SSS-ranks and one SS-rank—these three phantom beasts should be enough to entertain our guests, right?" Sima Zongyao was full of pride. These were his last assets; they had been under modification, so he hadn't used them until now. He hadn't slept or rested for three days, finally finishing the last few steps.

Although this might just be a joke among them, they were strangers in Nanyun City. If they were truly taken advantage of and suffered a great loss, they would have no one to blame but themselves. After all, why try to perform a difficult task without the necessary skill?