31. Chapter 31

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The proprietress seemed well-prepared, knowing that a simple peck on the cheek would not suffice, and followed up by planting a kiss directly on Wang Qingfeng’s lips.
Even the homes of high-ranking officials don’t have such fine fare; no wonder this girl grows more radiant by the day—it seems she is being nourished by "excessive nutrition."
After reminding him that it was time for dinner, and being politely declined by Guan Zhi-feng, Yang Yali had no choice but to have the canteen prepare a meal and send it over to him.
Prince Zhao Guangchun, emboldened by the Emperor’s favor, insisted on personally receiving his seventh brother back to the capital, badgering the Emperor for permission and demanding to renovate the Prince of Yue’s mansion for him.
After the IV drip was finished, the group checked Changzhi and, seeing that his bones were uninjured—though his abrasions were severe, hospitalization was not necessary—they collected the medication and carried Changzhi out of the hospital.
Jiang Yuhang, who had been the heaviest among the trainees, lost his title as the heavyweight champion with the arrival of Jiang Zhiming.
"Brother Jianye, tell me about your family. Oh, by the way, will they all be back later?" In truth, she already had a rough understanding of his family situation.
The relatives were right; they wanted to introduce a boyfriend to Yanran, but given the circumstances at home, no one looked favorably upon her.
Most people in the venue were aware of what had happened, and letting her take the stage to speak now clearly violated the regulations.
At this moment, Chen Ye felt like cursing the old man Zhang Qiyan, who had been so mysterious when he first mentioned this matter.
High in the distant sky, a magnificent streak of magical energy darted across like a rainbow suspended in the heavens, its brilliance as dazzling as the sun.
Early in the morning, when a young man’s blood is at its most restless, Gu Shishi’s provocation caused the flames in Chu Feng’s heart to ignite instantly.
Yao Pingzhong watched as the two rode side by side, one wielding a spear while the other brandished a halberd, forcing the heavy armored infantry to retreat step by step. Wanyan Zongwang could not help but signal his soldiers to hand him his weapon, watching these two frenzied Song generals with caution.

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Zhang Yuanhao looked at the faint characters, an ominous feeling inexplicably rising in his heart.
Moreover, tonight was a special occasion; only those with mental power exceeding twenty and within five meters of him would be able to detect him. After all, he had prepared far too many grand surprises for this day—it would hardly do not to let them savor them properly.
Fuli was not annoyed. As a patriarch, he could naturally remain calm and indifferent to such matters; this was what is called "cultivation."
Chongli Ling was a stunning beauty, arguably the most beautiful woman in the Southern Barbarian lands. She was skilled with throwing knives, never missing her mark, and was just as formidable on horseback or on foot as any great general of the South.
"Wu Hao greets Senior Sister Luo." After cursing Ji Shang’s ancestors to the eighteenth generation in his heart, he spoke with an extremely "shy" demeanor.
"Don't scream, move aside, let me start this thing up first," Jiang De said with some excitement. He couldn't remember the last time he drove a car; these days it was all horses, and he felt a bit rusty behind the wheel.
What should have been a very lovely moment became something Zhang Chao didn't know how to react to after Lin Xue’s comment.
"I have waited for over twenty years; waiting a few more doesn't matter. You..." Although Ye Batian longed to return to the world of the living and knew his child’s mother was currently in a precarious situation, he did not want any harm to come to the child.
At the thought of Shengyuan, a place many yearned for, the "protruding bird" finally calmed down.
However, once the decibel level reached an extreme range, it truly could no longer be captured by the human ear.
Yet he did not know that the arriving vehicles had long since been hijacked by Liu Haiyang, including the ride-sharing cars, all of which had been commandeered by Liu Haiyang at high prices.
Now! Someone had actually killed Sheng Yun? This was not only a slap in the face to the Void Realm but also to the Sheng clan, and they certainly could not view this matter with equanimity.
Wang Boyuan gave his own assessment and then passed the ball for the fourth time. He still did not move forward to interfere; he was gambling on whether God’s Slaughter would dare to keep throwing these ultra-long three-pointers.

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"Then, then, then if I get good grades this time, I beg Boss to give me another chance." After saying this, Lin Huan covered his face and ran off. Once he was on the road, he abandoned his coy posture, slowly returning to normal; his face lost its blush, and he resumed that impatient expression as if everyone owed him a hundred thousand yuan.
"Your head is on your shoulders for a reason; it's not just for decoration. You need to put it to use," Li Qian said finally, then ignored him.
This place must have been a battlefield ten thousand years ago. To be suppressed by a suspected Buddhist powerhouse who sat in meditation until his passing, the object in the cauldron must surely be an ultimate lifeform from an extraterrestrial galaxy.
Just as the people from Jubao Pavilion were anxiously trying to find a solution, Duan Yue had already ordered his men to drop the heavy anchor to stabilize the ship and load the rope with the triangular iron hooks into the launcher.
The spot they chose had a lower embankment than the rest of the lake, making it the only place where Gongyang Yao could sit and dangle her feet in the water, facilitating her entry.
More importantly, Chen Yu’s appearance, like Liu Xin’er’s, had a delicate, fragile quality that made her seem completely unthreatening.
Seeing that she was not frightened off but instead charged directly at it, the monster became enraged. It flapped its wings violently, sending countless purple bolts of lightning dancing across them, and with its mouth wide open, a thunderous roar blasted directly toward Yin Zhan.
After the meal was finished, Wutong did not mention drinking again, and Ye Nanshan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that he could finally get a good night’s sleep.
Without stopping his sword, Ye Nanshan executed his Alpha Strike as he normally would, thrusting the blade out. He knew that only by thrusting could he successfully reach Wutong; stopping now would mean interrupting the Alpha Strike.