He was throwing a tantrum at me.

Jiang Zeyu brought Qu Wan back to the Jiang family.

Qu Wan truly seldom visited; firstly, they hadn’t spent much time together, so suddenly coming over always felt a bit awkward.

Although Jiang Zeyu’s mother was very kind, often sending her messages or calling her, since their marriage, Qu Wan could count her visits here on one hand.

Driving with her on the road, Jiang Zeyu was already feeling nervous.

“What’s with that expression? So serious?” Jiang Zeyu teased.

“Nonsense,” she replied.

After getting out of the car, the two carried bags of gifts inside.

Qu Wan hesitated, letting Jiang Zeyu walk ahead.

Shang Mei was a little surprised to see them arrive together.

It was only later that Duan Dazhi realized, back then whenever there was food, someone would think of inviting him or saving him a portion, simply because Meng Tian believed he was pitiable.

Humans ought to have a particular flavor—Wu Yue wasn’t sure, but if the professional-level Mist Island Dong Xiang said so, then it must be true.

At that moment, Jiang Yunqing’s words made Hou Deqiu’s face flush instantly, stammering as he wanted to curse but didn’t dare, so he could only glare and grit his teeth, nearly spitting blood in anger.

Li Jiayu was smiling, then suddenly froze. Duan Weiqi followed her gaze, only to see his cousin Duan Shanshan dining across the room with a young man. She was staring at Li Jiayu, her face adorned with a mysterious smile.

Wu Yue shuddered all over, almost jumping off his cushion. Damn it, he, a dignified master of the Five Peaks Sword Sect, still had to descend the mountain to beg for food just to fill his belly? If word got out, wouldn’t people laugh themselves to death?

Tong Che, halfway through his drink, choked as he heard this and began coughing.

Mindful of Jun Mo’s earlier warning, worried that Li Guangyan might have prepared some trap and fearing he’d step right into it, Yu He didn’t take his men directly to Drunken Beauty Pavilion in Qingliu Lane.

Ye Jingheng had noticed Gu Xiaojun’s hint as well, frowning tightly, not wanting her to act impulsively.

Even though their construction was complete, there were still many families outside who had bought land, waiting for promotions so they could hire these workers to build their own homes.

At this time, no one cared about awkwardness; their actions were swift, not at all like people inexperienced in such matters. Once all the dirty clothes were tossed onto the floor, an instructor wrapped Mu Jinchen in a blanket.

The main force had moved to the Black Mountain Army camp, but Taishi Ci was uneasy about Lu Zhuo, so he hurried over.

While everyone was shocked, they also glanced at Mu Yuan, their eyes filled with admiration.

Originally, Yuan Shao and Lu Zhuo planned to deploy their troops simultaneously, but it all turned out to be Chen Deng’s arrangement—feints and real attacks, first luring the tiger away from the mountain, then striking east while making noise in the west, thoroughly confusing Cao Cao.

The native Ferna possess night vision and exceptional agility. In the end, relying on nimble movements, the monkey Ferna managed to escape. Blake had a chance to catch up, but was delayed by a passerby at the corner, forced to watch helplessly as the monkey leaped over the wall and vanished.

Thus, the two brothers fought fiercely for the position of the next master of Thunder Hall, causing a rift between them.

“Why wouldn’t I dare? Haven’t I laid hands on you enough times?” Ying Luo said, swinging another punch that made Jin Shining cry out in pain.

These obedience pills were worlds apart from the last batch made by the poison master, even though the names were identical, the effects were entirely different.

Though it was merely a glance, the Emperor understood perfectly what it signified.

“Knew you couldn’t fool cousin,” Li Dog Egg—otherwise known as Li Dong—removed his disguise mask, revealing his true face.

When even drinking water was a problem, where would there be enough for washing? He reeked, his body pungent.

Shangguan Xing’er stayed silent for a while; she bore many identities: an assassin for Wei, a prisoner of Chu, wife to Zhou Tai.

Upon hearing this, the Han’s face stiffened. Last time, in order to ask Hua Zhongliu for a painting, he had sent him a rare treasure that had been in his family for a hundred years, just to receive a painting to please his father-in-law.