Chapter 48

In Hoshimi Yuki’s view, she did not need to master the game of Go; she only needed to surpass him.

Why not let her leave? Was it out of fear that she might ruin Noble Consort Li’s plans? Or was Imperial Noble Consort Yu also aware of this matter?

Xiao Junzhan stood silently for a long time without uttering a word. Suddenly, he reached out to push open the lattice window, allowing the cool early summer breeze to disperse the surging murderous intent within his heart.

Unfortunately, he was destined to fail. From the very moment Chen Xueying spoke, Lu Zhao had already been on guard against Lu Qingfeng.

Yishiha questioned whether the border racecourses truly required such a massive quantity of bean feed. After all, according to standard military horse rations, each horse consumed no more than three catties of dried beans per day, occasionally requiring a digestible diet, which amounted to at most seven dan per year.

Only the two of them remained inside the hall now. Lu Zhao had never suffered such grievance before, and he desperately wanted to vent his anger by smashing the wooden box to pieces, leaving not a single piece of the jewelry she loved intact.

In that case, with Han Mei's father around, there would be at least a fifty percent chance of success. But right now, she could only rely entirely on herself and leave it to fate.

Jiang Shaolan knew that Lin Ran and the others would leave after finishing their program recording, but Lin Yan was still locked up in the police station.

Barely a minute after Lin Zhengran finished seeing everyone off and returned to his bedroom, he discovered that the balcony door was open.

Takizawa Yuya and Hidage 修作 walked and talked all the way until they reached his office door, whereupon the topic concerning his father finally came to a temporary pause.

In the past, the Friendship Store only admitted foreigners, but now it was open to ordinary people as well, though the old rule remained: foreign currency was required to purchase goods.

The desire for a man had completely occupied Ma Hongmei's mind... Her head was filled solely with the man before her, this outstanding man she had set her sights on.

Undercurrents of tension flowed between the two men. Aside from the partners, both Lin Xun and Sheng Tingling could sense it.

Xiao Mufan pressed the tip of his tongue against his molar, feeling that he must have gone mad to harbor such an absurd illusion.

Originally, they had planned to tell their families last night upon returning home, only to be scolded the moment they stepped through the door.

Anyway, as long as it was meat, he never grew tired of it. In the unlikely event that he truly did, he could always feed it to the wolf cubs at home.

People are strange creatures; the more forbidden or scarce something is, the more one craves it and longs to taste it.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Fan felt somewhat bewildered. He had only just left the Lu family residence, so why was Lu Hao looking for him again so soon?

Ming Qiao could not quite comprehend the phrase "caught red-handed." It sounded as though he had conspired with the He family to do something shameful.

The weasel remained unconcerned. This thing had clung to him for several years, causing him endless torment. Today, Lan Feihong had finally removed it, and he could not be happier.

"Look, this creature actually has four hearts," a biologist cried out in excitement.

After listening to what Lin Zhuo had to say, Zhang Yuanshan appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly, he was filled with endless sighs of emotion.

However, it was clear that this stubborn fellow fell just a fraction short in every aspect of capability, and thus failed to gain the upper hand in the clash against the biting frost.

"Alright, alright, I'll bring it right out." The honest-looking man wiped his face, cast a gratified glance at his son, and stepped into the kitchen.

The two of them smoothly walked into the village, where weeping echoed from every household, and a coffin was placed inside each home.

He drew an exquisite brocade pouch from his bosom. Made of silk satin and embroidered with vivid patterns... all of this was mere disguise; the interior of the pouch was actually the Qiankun pouch Wang Ze had obtained from Qingluo Island.

The gazes of these people made Wang Hongyi intensely dislike them. They looked at the children in the classroom as though they were inspecting merchandise, occasionally letting their eyes gleam with greed as if they had just picked out a satisfactory product.

After eradicating all those illusory masks with his spiritual sense, Ye Ning immediately turned his attention back, preparing to seize full control of his body and expel or destroy the masks.

The monsters had previously lived entirely underground. Driven by some unknown stimulation, they had now all emerged into the open.

However, having suffered such a heavy blow this time, he would feel quite unsettled if he did not mete out some punishment to these people.

Ten figures stopped in unison at the corner of a high wall, their movements so synchronized as if they had rehearsed the routine numerous times.

Throughout his life, the Silver Star Demon King had always acted with resolute decisiveness, yet hesitation now gripped his heart.

Handsome swordsmen were dime a dozen, but under heaven there was only one swordsman whose face resembled that of a donkey—Ding Hao. As for the person whom Ding Hao served as a personal bodyguard, needless to say, it was none of them other than the Lord of Tianjing City, the President of the Mercenary Association, and the Heavenly King, Tai Shiwen.

Cui Daocheng lurked by the back wall of the prison holding a Zen staff. Hearing the signal, he breached the earthen wall and provided cover for the rescue team to retreat.

Yet now was the optimal moment to use it, because Hojo Hirotoshi was currently engulfed within the "Vacuum Shield."

"Sect Master, are you trying to crush my spirit?" Ye Feng had previously met with numerous closed doors and harbored resentment in his heart, so he deliberately spoke thus.

Very well, following Lee Seung-lin's goal, all skepticism and dissatisfaction directed at him vanished like smoke. If someone who scored in such a crucial moment was not fit to be captain, who else could be?

At this point, combined with the Zhao family's recent reactions, Wang Bo could basically conclude that tampering with his car was not Third Master Zhao's idea; the mastermind was someone else entirely.

Meanwhile, the gazes of the White Horse Gang bandits involuntarily shifted toward Yan Quan, who currently held a sharp blade against the neck of the White Horse Gang's young master.

However, was this intentional on the other party's part, or deliberate, or perhaps specially calculated?

Returning to his doorstep and reaching into his pocket for the keys to open the door, he discovered that the lock had been jimied open.

During her time in the Linhuang Kingdom, Jun Qingchen commanded the largest and fiercest troop in the nation.

The person inside the car was exercising intense self-control, gripping the steering wheel tightly without moving a muscle, while glaring fiercely and sternly at the pedestrians walking ahead.

Along the way, Qi Mochen showed such meticulous care that everyone in the train compartment was consumed with envy. The conductor, overwhelmed with awe, approached them several times and insisted on inviting them to a soft-sleeper compartment because Qi Mochen's annual all-inclusive pass was red, signifying year-round access to soft sleepers, not to mention that he was an inspector and their ultimate superior.

"Didn't you ask me to come back early to share the Lantern Festival with you? What, planning to stand me up?" Liu Mapo scolded playfully as she walked toward the hall, tapping Helian Qingtong on the forehead.

In the void, the mutated talisman turned completely pitch-black. Terrifying and eerie auras emanated from it in waves, causing the surrounding air to appear warped and unable to bear such dreadful pressure. At the same time, the malicious Lu Dayou rushed wildly toward the entrance as if he had seen a ghost.