48 Butterfly (12)

Zhong Kui came from a poor family. Although life had gradually become more comfortable, he had never been extravagant with his spending. He truly had never seen anyone order so few dishes before. Japanese cuisine itself offered small portions; how could one possibly be satisfied without ordering two or three plates of each dish?

She wore a jade-green, short-sleeved Chinese qipao. On her delicate, fair earlobes, a pair of jade earrings shimmered with a gentle, translucent luster, setting off her smiling face, which shone with radiant charm.

Xu Bing, Li Li, and Pan Mingyi were chatting away, while Leilei busied himself pouring wine for everyone. Wang Xing and Ji Donger whispered to each other, occasionally breaking into sly laughter.

As long as these angels were not disturbed by external factors, they could live eternally with the Divine Realm. As long as Li Jian lived, so too would the angels and all the beings of the Divine Realm.

"Damn it, once I regain my strength, I'll make you all pay," Lin Yu muttered angrily as he half-knelt on the ground.

At this hour, the hospital was crowded. Each ward housed six beds facing each other, and once the Lin family had all arrived, the room became unbearably cramped.

So feeble, like a speck of divinity, empty inside—even if there was energy, it would slowly dissipate because it was not strong enough. The stronger one became, the more important they were, acting as a crucial bridge to the earth, a means of comprehending the laws of nature, of birth, of transforming the world's laws.

Beneath the setting sun, Du Yuming's silhouette looked even more aged and lonely in the afterglow. He heard the footsteps of the two behind him, sighed deeply, then turned around. Seeing Zheng Dongguo's bitter expression and Xiao Shan's worried face, he managed an optimistic smile and addressed them.

It felt as though you were an elephant, but now an ant was telling you that you were fine, like an elder reassuring the young.

Because the radio was finally fixed, Lin Xiu ate an extra bowl at lunch and even found her chores less tiring.

"Is that another village over there?" Yamamoto Yuichi pointed to two rows of gray-tiled houses on the other side.

This was Sha Tietou’s vow, and the deepest obsession in his heart. Everything he plotted, this grand scheme, ultimately boiled down to that one stubborn obsession.

…Within minutes, humanity’s lineage remained unharmed, for the gods were still locked in solitary battle, and true chaos had yet to descend.

Thunderous applause erupted throughout the hall. Everyone stood up, clapping with excitement, as magnesium flashes lit up the entire room.

Of course, he still had to try his best to communicate: these matters of the heart, after all, are not just about appearances.

He weighed things in his heart and finally gave up on the idea of dissolving Ying’er’s ancestral oath in the short term.

The atmosphere grew tense again. Yet Renault smiled and walked toward that filthy corner.

This time, Renault’s tragic experience came at the hands of a complete stranger—a wealthy businessman. His reason was simple and brutal: he wanted to witness a real gladiatorial fight.

Although Stephen himself had committed two fouls, bringing his total to three, he had managed to widen the lead to over fifteen points. Under his strong leadership, the Supersonics’ offense and defense both rose to another level, leaving the Spurs’ second string clearly outmatched.

"You entrusted the clan-treasure-level dagger to Situ Chang? Why didn’t you remind Shui Yao earlier?" Xiao Manxuan widened her eyes in confusion.

He had already figured it out. If he could borrow a high-precision machine tool, that meant he could take on orders and make a profit. If he couldn’t secure the machine, his company would still go bankrupt.

The three were slightly surprised. Three storage bags—each containing at least ten or twenty thousand spirit jades, quite a bit of elixir, and even two bottles of pills.

Gu Mian could see it too, but she said nothing, preferring to let her elder brother worry. Watching Gu Yan fret amused her—she wished she could sketch it and show it to Ming Qiao.

Fu Qingren’s parents had obtained it from a temple, praying for his safety. In the end, it still failed to protect him.

Cold walls, cold tables and chairs—everything felt icy. Coupled with dim lighting and the eight bold characters on the wall: “Leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist.”

Although the werewolf beast couldn’t fully exert its strength because of the blood moon, its physical power remained undiminished.

The dessert shop had closed for the night. Only two atmosphere lamps lit the public area. The bakery was still bright, where Lang Yangyang, still wearing only an apron, was chopping lotus seeds.

Originally, Lang Yue was going to come too, but an afternoon engagement kept her away, and she had not returned since.

Madam Zhao Yun’an, their mother, had also given both sisters gifts. Since the presents were different, it was inevitable one might feel slighted, so she gave them a pair of filigree gold bracelets, entwined with flowers.

Once the news spread, all the slanderous and malicious voices against Jiang Xu vanished from the internet in an instant.

He had asked the tutors at the Imperial Academy who taught Liu Heng; they all said that as long as Liu Heng performed stably, he would surely top the honor rolls next year. Moreover, he was highly favored by Lord Chengjun.

"Yes, you don’t need too many corn stalks. They burn too fast and take up space. But we’ll need plenty of firewood. When we go up the mountain, we’ll chop some for you. The winters here are colder than you can imagine, so don’t be stubborn about this."

My sister approached Teacher Lin, curiosity on her face. “Lin Qiaoyue, are these three swords really powerful? I always thought they were just low-level pure gold magic weapons, so I put them away and never looked at them again.”

That day, Gu Qingzhao could no longer resist Danqing’s pestering and was pulled by several maids to the shores of Lake Penglai.

Li Dabao knew that Li You had ideas of his own, so when he heard the suggestion, he didn’t hesitate. He took the straw and began weaving on the kang bed.

Si Yuting was quite attentive, knowing her body healed slowly, so he left few marks.

Her status as Imperial Consort was merely due to the Empress Dowager’s fondness for the Pei family, who once bestowed upon her an exceedingly precious jeweled hairpin.

“I didn’t let him win. I was simply outmatched and admit defeat,” said the old Celestial Master cheerfully, yielding with remarkable composure.

If used to search for someone, it would cover a much wider area. But Zhang Yuanshan was still nearby, and this was the border region—Li You worried the moment his device took off, the military would notice.

Old Chen read through the contract three times, and only after confirming there were no errors did he sign his name and press his fingerprint.

Huang Xu only heard a whooshing sound, and in the next moment, a cold long blade was pressed to his throat.

Lu Ping sighed, drove the knife into the ground before Han Tao, sat down, and recounted how Niu Er tried to extort Yang Zhi for his blade, only to end up killed by Yang Zhi’s hand.

“What’s happening?” Masu Ali shook his head vigorously, struggling to remain clear-headed as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.