A Perfect Match

However, before he could say anything, a continuous whistling sound echoed from afar, and Xuanyuan Jinghao and Ye Wuchen arrived one after the other.

"The mister is truly amazing!" Cultivating flower seeds day after day for three whole years—such persistent spirit is genuinely admirable.

"Damn it, Yatus! Are you a woman? What's with all this hesitation and dilly-dallying?" Yafei watched for a moment, unable to help shouting out.

Lu Jinnian leaned lazily against the pillows, sitting on the bed while tapping on his phone, and remained silent the entire time.

"Did this patriarch give you permission to leave?" Gazing at the stubborn figure walking toward the tent's exit, Long Yinxian felt a myriad of mixed emotions in his heart.

Although he heard Zhang Haicheng's shout, the magical treasures of several individuals were already hurtling toward Tianyue. How could a strike driven by deep resentment be halted immediately? Tianyue certainly knew what Zhang Haicheng was worried about, but how could he easily let slip such a wonderful opportunity?

Crack! With a crisp snap, the table in front of the man was shattered into dust. The tavern had been very quiet, and this commotion immediately drew the gazes of the few patrons present. However, bizarrely, these patrons merely glanced over in surprise before turning their heads back, completely devoid of ordinary people's curiosity.

Mu Xiaoxiao also knew that Bai Fengran was acting this way to protect that black bear, but none of this concerned her. She had always done whatever she pleased. No one could stop her, and even if someone wanted to try, they probably wouldn't be able to.

"Senior Sister, are those people heading toward Heavenly Mountain?" Yunyan pointed in a certain direction and asked, because many people were heading that way.

When Heizi's car stopped at the courtyard gate, Jiang Se craned her neck to look outside, not expecting her own man to return. True enough, Qingyun appeared once again, her long dress fluttering gracefully. "Sister-in-law," she greeted, her voice dripping with sweetness.

Lin Yuming instantly froze in a daze, once again provoking loud laughter and good-natured teasing from everyone.

Gerry had indeed disappeared when he was being hunted down, and some even said he was already dead. Never did they expect that there would come a day when they could see him appear right before their eyes.

Who would have known that at this very moment, the person turned around, and a peerlessly handsome face materialized before her eyes.

Liao Ting's expression changed drastically as she rushed out in her slippers, forgetting to hang up the phone. Su Yishen, who had also heard the staff member's words, wore a slightly darkened expression.

Yuan Heng was basking in self-admiration over his grandiose achievements. Hearing that Xie Youyi was leading fewer than fifty thousand troops to attack the city, and facing the steadily encroaching enemy, he merely ordered the six thousand local garrison troops under his command to hold the city gates to the death, while his own two thousand personal elite troops continued to plunder the land.

Su Yishen's voice was somewhat low. In truth, she was quite certain it was Jiang Yiran, but she lacked evidence; without proof, nothing could be done. Qiao Jing had been bitten by a poisonous snake because of her. If she didn't make Jiang Yiran pay the price, she would feel deeply unsettled—not just for her own sake, but for the suffering Qiao Jing had endured.

Why was Uncle Quan here? Could it be that she had followed her into this world? The joy of meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land filled her with overwhelming happiness.

Xie Changxian sat before the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it in a single gulp. With his mind clearing slightly, he picked up the wedding scale and walked over to the bed to sit down.

Just at that moment, Captain Liu heard a soft gasp of surprise from beside him and hurriedly turned his head to see Xiaoyang staring intently at the deceased.

Putting aside how well the Kyushu system was completed, his greatest harvest was raising the proficiency levels of all his academic disciplines above level 4.

Even when contacting his family, he had never disclosed his travel itinerary to the outside world, merely mentioning that he was away on a business trip and would not be returning for a few days.

Upon receiving this news, Guihaimo immediately mobilized a large number of personnel to stand by, waiting only to confirm the target's final location. As for Wenren Chu and her companion, they had just gotten off the train and, after some thought, decided to go home first. Since it wasn't far, it wouldn't waste much time.

A Bu looked ahead and saw neat ridges of plants about a foot tall, with grayish-brown branches and leaves. They probably had not yet awakened from their winter slumber, looking identical to the lavender of later generations.

Just as Baili Qing stepped out of the vehicle, Pi Wuwei rushed over, bypassing Wenren Chu. Before he could continue chatting, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and yanked him back.

"With such a massive commotion kicked up here, we must find a way to cover it up," Jinxuan smoothed her disheveled hair and gently reminded Li Zhi.

Yet, seeing Boss Zheng rake in a profit—earning a valuable antique from a single meal—some might feel dissatisfied, wondering why such good fortune hadn't fallen upon themselves.

However, the next moment, a single sentence from Hu Xing shocked everyone in the army to the core, causing even their worldview to collapse.

She originally didn't want to accept them, but Gu Yuanbei urged her to take them, warning that otherwise these people would only remain in constant anxiety.

Attempting to assassinate the scion of a great clan, as long as it fails, is still relatively easy to smooth over. But assassinating an imperial prince is a different matter entirely; if thoroughly investigated, the entire Cui clan of Qinghe would pay a heavy price, and should the emperor harden his heart, he could even take the opportunity to wipe out the entire clan.

One must realize that the Haihua Republic had only just managed to push the range of its missiles past the 1,000-kilometer mark. Bringing out overly advanced technology at this juncture was indeed inappropriate. Moreover, these technologies would be immensely useful for Haihua in developing its own intercontinental ballistic missiles.

The words she was about to utter were cut short as a bold, unruly hand slipped into her sensitive, delicate body, tearing away her garments.

The three exchanged glances and lunged forward almost simultaneously. At the same time, Young Master Nie transmitted his voice to Jian Chen, "Senior, deal a fatal blow! It would be best to kill him in one strike, otherwise it will be troublesome if he gets the chance to detonate himself!" Just because he could resist didn't mean others could.

Juesha followed his gaze to look at Carter, then at the saber in his hand, and his body trembled violently. The dark red blade emitted waves of baleful aura; it was clearly a weapon whose power was being suppressed, but with his discernment, he instantly recognized it as the ninth-ranked divine weapon among the top ten—the Evil Saber.

Young Master Nie was momentarily stunned. This Dugu Song was truly arrogant enough to threaten even the Pig Emperor, the third-highest expert in the wicked paths. He didn't know whether to call him foolish or conceited. The Pig Emperor, however, burst into hearty laughter. "By you? Relying on your strength to speak? With your mere abilities, you actually dare to threaten me into making an oath!" By the end of his sentence, his voice had turned bone-chillingly cold.

Lately, whether due to aging or a sudden bout of nostalgia, Madam Liu had taken to dwelling on the past, constantly muttering about the kindness of her peer, Second Grandpa. When she brought this up to San'er, he sneered, "Mother, have you forgotten how he treated us back then?" With that, he turned around and walked away on his own.