Your Sister Qu is truly unmatched.

The others laughed awkwardly to relieve the tension, asking if she wanted to eat more and suggesting another plate. Qu Wan hurriedly shook her head; eating too much of this would turn your face yellow. And if you overindulge, you’d feel as if you needed to hold your bladder. Taking advantage of everyone’s distraction, Qu Wan quietly slipped out the door.

“Director Qu’s secretary truly is refreshingly unconventional,” someone remarked. Which secretary would sit beside their boss during a meeting, devouring sugar tangerines, one plate after another?

Qu Jin nodded solemnly. “She’s been spoiled.”

Part of the credit belonged to Qu Jin as well. He would scold and be stern when necessary, but when it came time to care, he did so without restraint. He could berate his sister and tease her, but no one else was allowed to say a single bad word about her.

Dong Sisi praised the chicken wings here, saying they were roasted to perfection, uniquely flavored, fragrant yet not greasy, priced at only six yuan per skewer. The rare fish and squid teeth were likewise local barbecue delicacies.

When Senate first learned last night that the Royal Knights had been defeated in the Royal Tournament, he immediately realized the importance of this message, which had reached him through special channels under his command.

“Yay, fighting is fun! Honey, I want to take on ten!” Meng’er exclaimed excitedly. It seemed that after the events of the day before yesterday, Meng’er had already fallen in love with the sport of brawling.

“This is your lord’s Dragon Lance,” Lu Heng explained as he saw Gao Fei examining the Dragon Lance closely. “At the battlefield, we only found your lord’s Dragon Lance. Not seeing your lord, we assumed you had died in battle, so we brought the Dragon Lance back to the camp.”

The overwhelming murderous intent sent him into utter panic; tail tucked between his legs, he ran as fast as he could toward the distance. The aura of death behind him made it hard to breathe.

With a fishing rod, bait was no issue. Last night, Mo Xiyao had leftover fish scraps from preparing dinner. Such bait was more than enough for Chu Yan; whether the fish bit or not didn’t matter. It would be nice to catch something, but if not, that was fine too.

Continuing northeastward, Gao Fei rode on the treasured horse given to him by Jia Xu. The glossy, jet-black steed looked during the day like a creature from the depths of darkness; aside from its spirited gaze, not a single stray hair could be found on its body. A treasure indeed.

With a crack, Saphanas’ body shattered into fragments, drifting through the air and slowly fading away.

It was only after hearing from my father that I realized the truth. They had received a call from Baldy and hurried back ahead of schedule.

To the southwest of the territory, Ling Xue, Ling Yue, Qin Yun, and Dao Hua Xiang’s formidable group had already set out, while I led Ling’er from the south. Along the way, we didn’t avoid any monsters we encountered. The decayed infantry, felled beneath the Soul Mourning Sword, were no match, and with Ling’er’s Frost Wolf attacking, we could kill one within half a minute.

For the gods of faith, gaining strength was all too easy. As long as there were enough followers, a faith god could ascend to great divine power in merely a few years, while a god of laws required a much longer time to comprehend the principles.

“Hiccup—” The towering panda man let out a long, boozy belch, snapping Charlotte back to reality. Then, he stretched luxuriously.

“Old Tin’s floral boxers! What in the world is this thing?” the dwarf shouted, startled by the bizarre-looking iron hammer monster.

On the side of the Demon Gate, spirits sank. Seven months ago, it was precisely this person who shattered the nine-tier divine formation, forcing the Demon Gate to leave their task incomplete. And today, at Yangguan, they encountered him once more.

As the film progressed, there might still be those who disliked such a frenzied, neglectful persona, but He Hongwei’s image as an academic enthusiast was beginning to take shape.

His appearance was so distinctive that Zi Su naturally recognized him. Years ago, he was a member of the mountain patrol, surnamed Hou, given name Cheng, nicknamed Ugly-faced Monkey. His agility was remarkable, darting through the woods with the grace of a nimble monkey.

Gu Cancan almost wanted to cheer for Si Jing. Faced with a hostile marital family, Si Jing was not timid or helpless, but bravely fought for her rightful interests. Gu Cancan believed that even if she hadn’t passed by or intervened today, Si Jing would never have compromised.