This was given to me by one of my fans.

Qu Wan nodded and then stood up, taking the letter with both hands. Even with her mask on, the curve of her eyes made it clear she was truly smiling—she was genuinely so happy.

“Thank you.”

The girl reached into her pocket and grabbed a big handful of fruit candies.

Qu Wan was even happier to see the candies than the letter. “There are so many! You didn’t have to give me all these.”

“I have plenty.”

“Thank you, thank you.” Qu Wan said thank you twice in a row, then cradled the candies and envelope as she returned.

Jiang Zeyu glanced at her candies, then at her face. “I want some too.”

Qu Wan twisted her body, holding her candies protectively and tilted her chin up. “Go ask your own fans. These were given to me by mine.”

Jiang Zeyu could only sigh in resignation.

This time, it was Meng Nia who donned the Wubai leather jacket, only to be awakened later by Nightwind, who wore the Wuyan jacket.

Ye gazed at the corpses. Everything Nangong Zhenglin, that old fox, did made perfect sense; his fabrications were seamless, and now even the Ye clan had begun to doubt Ye himself.

Fortunately, he remembered this was an arena—though he shouted he would kill, his hands dared not deal deadly blows.

Of course, it’s not that such achievements can only be attained in this way. Throughout the universe, many formidable figures began their journeys in obscurity, unremarkable and ordinary, only to one day rise abruptly and become local overlords. Such stories are far from rare.

“How can you call me a madman when you haven’t seen clearly? Perhaps you don’t even know my true intentions!” Hamorei’s smile carried a hint of provocation.

Every time Yang Fan entered this place, his body always felt somewhat out of sync. He couldn’t say why.

He turned his gaze to Aig—perhaps there really was poison in the wine. Maybe this man had already taken the antidote in advance, so he could drink it fearlessly, lulling others into a false sense of security and leading them to make a fatal mistake without the slightest suspicion.

The other three were not idle. Jian soon found a spot to meditate, while Li Ao dragged Lian Hua to a depression in the ground for sparring. It seemed everyone, after yesterday’s battle, had come to realize their shortcomings.

“What do we do, Chief?” Mengzi asked quietly as he kept an eye on their surroundings.

Therefore, in the plans of the Great King’s Domain, suppressing the feudal separatism of the He Bay nobility and curbing the power of the Seven Gods Church were two parallel strategies, one open and one covert, neither to be neglected.

When Zhuang Yi entered the crystal wall, his strength was completely suppressed; passing through, he was reduced to an ordinary person.

After all, I still bear the title of criminal now, which inevitably draws hostility and mistrust. Many people already look at me unfavorably, and lately, I’ve even been branded a demon for no reason. It’s been a great source of frustration.

This feeling was something she had never known before. Back then, even the lightest touch from Night Thirteen would fill her with disgust. But now, with Ye Chen, she even felt a faint longing.

All kinds of new mechs—fresh weapons, shields, and lightsabers—came into view. Perhaps on any other day I would’ve rushed forward, eager to inquire and learn, but today I simply didn’t have the heart for it.

Meng Jingyi couldn’t help but curl her lips in a smile. Though her parents were getting on in years, their affection for each other hadn’t diminished in the least.

Not long after leaving the principal’s office, Harry once again found himself unfocused, his eyes wandering and his mind nearly blank. If it weren’t for Draco, waiting silently outside and following at his heels, Harry would’ve missed a step and been forced to choose between floating awkwardly in the air or crashing down and splitting his head open.

Cupid looked at me in confusion. It remembered I’d spoken of Yang Wei before and knew a little of her personality.

After Ye Jun left Zhengbang, he called General Xie in Dongdao directly. When Fourth Brother Ye from the capital calls personally, of course no one would refuse.

Su Yiqing didn’t respond to Quan Shaochen’s words. She felt tired, unwilling to speak further, and soon drifted to sleep in the car.

“Mom!” Just then, a voice rang out—not very loud, but in the current silence it was like a beacon in the darkness.