Chapter 62

Depois de despertar como a mais odiada, fui mimada pelo magnata da família rica Um canto de roseira 2301 words 2026-08-04 08:01:25

Xia Ge looked at Murong Yichen in astonishment, taking in the radiant, brilliant expression playing at the corners of his lips. She smiled suddenly; he must have been talking about himself.

After being blasted deep into the earth, Chen Kaixian gave a fierce tremor, shaking off the rocks piled upon him. At this moment, both of his arms from the elbows down were completely gone. Not only were his arms missing, but the sheer force of the blow had also left his internal organs churning in violent turmoil.

Not only was an extra course added, but when the students entered the intermediate academy to study, upon graduation they would become intermediate intellectuals, holding a higher status within the Yun Clan and bringing greater value to it. Therefore, they did not need to spend any money to enter the intermediate academy; all expenses for food, clothing, housing, and tuition were provided by the Yun Clan.

"What is it with us again?" Qiangzi muttered with a pouting mouth, wondering if another task was about to be assigned. If Luo Fan "borrowed" him away shortly, that would be terrible. Seeing the thoroughly exhausted look Haozi had when he returned just moments ago, he had no desire to take on such drudgery.

Thus, resting in his embrace felt safe; she knew that as long as she did not leave his arms, she would be safe.

Ling Xiaoyun had just pulled Xu Duoduo down to sit, and before she could even finish pouring the tea in her hand, Ling Xiaoyun's father had hurried over.

Ultimately, the Star Glory Palace would likely only submit to Yun Yi and bow down to the aristocratic families. The actions of the Star Glory Palace would surely be scorned by other sects, and how could she have the face to meet her master and grandmaster in the netherworld?

She stretched lazily, her cherry-like lips slightly chapped. It seemed she was lacking in hydration lately, and she needed to take good care of herself; otherwise, even if she achieved fame and success, it would be meaningless to age into an old hag.

Quite satisfied with her post-class-change appearance, Gu Qingci pondered for a moment before deciding to ask Mo Baisheng about his plans. However, the latter indicated that he wanted to learn alchemy as a secondary profession, leaving Gu Qingci with no choice but to bid a regretful farewell to Mo Baisheng and embark on her journey of leveling up and hunting for treasure chests.

After simply packing a few essentials, Huo Anxi led the auntie out of the Huo residence. For her, this mansion was where her deceased mother had lived, and now that Huo Guobang had burned it all to the ground in a single fire, he had also burned away the very last shred of her forbearance.

She had cried, she had made a scene, and she had guarded him for an entire night. Huo Anxi knew she could not continue to exhaust herself like this—at least not at this moment, for she still had no way to peacefully share the same space with Song Wangying.

Zheng Ming's sarcastic, strange sneer sounded once more, carrying an even more punchable vibe than before, causing Chu Yu's brows to knit tightly.

Tang Xuan had originally been watching Jing Huoer and Mo Qi's comedic antics with a smiling expression. At this moment, her gaze shifted to Lan Shang, the anthropomorphized form of the Blue-Feathered Heavenly Feather Bird that had emerged alongside Jing Huoer.

Following the apocalypse, as a massive number of human lives were claimed by fierce beasts, national order completely collapsed, especially since these eleven nations were never particularly powerful major states to begin with.

Wumang kept his guard up, feeling it was best to ask clearly first. If her parents and family had died at the hands of his brothers on the island, things would become rather difficult to handle.

This remark carried a hint of emotional blackmail. After all, the last time Chu Yu was in a relationship with Xia Han, many fans had also bared their hearts and souls to express their feelings for Chu Yu, along with their deep disappointment in him.

Xia Han walked over to her and sat right by her side, while the people around them had already begun preparing for the next scene to be filmed.

Lifting her eyes, Tang Xuan—who had been staring at the mask fragments on the ground—looked ahead at the middle-aged man who was holding Tang Rou and glaring at her with disgust.

Having touched her fill of the immortal crystals in her hands, Qingyun squeezed into that cave as well. When she saw dozens more immortal crystals embedded in the cave walls, Qingyun immediately tossed the crystal in her hand into her basket, grabbed a mining pick from the side, and began hammering away at the stone wall with a clattering din.

Huo Yun was the first to land on the ground; the ice blades extending from his hands swiftly severed the parachute cords, and he drew his twin pistols and crouched on the ground to maintain vigilance. The second was Qiluo, followed by Yuan Jianan and the rest. All of them severed their parachutes, and only then did Yuan Jianan begin announcing the mission.

Temporarily sealing off all his abilities, Ling Yusucheng bypassed the enormous hole in the floor and hugged the wall as he returned to the hospital corridor.

It was all to wait for the day she would be humiliated, all to repay the humiliation she had once inflicted upon him ten years ago.

Eat and then sleep—what kind of habit was this? Yang Linghan shook her head, waved her hand, and tucked Lu Jinsuo away into her spatial dimension, asking the Heavenly Eye to help keep an eye on her. She herself began searching for the nodes of the restrictions on the ground.

Seeing that Lu Li had retreated into his medicine room once more, Lin Fu'er turned and stepped into the bamboo house where she was lodging. After staying there for several days, apart from her spare clothes, there was nothing much to pack up. She strolled around the room, then headed to the kitchen, and using the ingredients found therein, she whipped up a meal.

"I advise you to obediently hand over all the immortal crystals you're carrying, or else don't blame me for being ruthless." The pink-robed fairy appeared at the entrance of the forest, flanked by two guards.

"Damn it, you mean to say that these Hulk-like creatures in the underground palace are alive?" The Martial God chuckled as he glanced at Huo Yun, a bizarre expression instantly spreading across his face.

Who would have known that the young girl would cry to the point of hiccuping and fail to swallow the medicine? Feng Hua directly grabbed her by the hair and gave her back a firm pat, which finally forced her to swallow the dose.

There were no flashy techniques, no superfluous movements—just a punch. A simple, straightforward punch brimming with raw power.

An unfamiliar and cold aura brushed against the side of her neck, and her complexion instantly turned as pale as paper, drained of all color.

Upon hearing this, Chen Mohuan immediately reached over to the bedside table to retrieve the insulated food container Qin Luofan had sent. Opening it, the appetizing aroma of home-cooked food instantly drifted through the hospital room, which still carried the faint scent of antiseptic solution.

Then, amidst our astonished gazes, I suddenly watched as the tears on Huang Simin's face overflowed into a vast, surging flood.

Following that, a brief silence fell between us—a dead, awkward silence. I lowered my head slightly, while Zhou Yaze stared intently at me.

Startled by his shout, Wu Yanran froze for a moment. At that instant, the bar owner and a waiter hurriedly rushed over to gently persuade Wu Yanran, and using a mix of soft and hard tactics, escorted the couple out of the bar.

When I saw it was his number, for some reason, an inexplicable surge of excitement and joy welled up in my heart, and even the hand holding the phone was trembling slightly.

Even if one lives to the very end of their days, once something previously unattainable in life is finally possessed, greed takes over, and one becomes forever unwilling to let go.

A thin layer of fine sweat beaded on Ye Chu's forehead. Terrible—Lu Huai had recognized her voice; he must surely know her identity now.

In fact, the mountain barbarians had prepared more than just these; they also had game hunted from the mountains, skinned and roasted to eat, which tasted quite decent. However, many people were likely frightened by some of the rarer insects and snakes, causing even the roast meat to become rather difficult to swallow.