Chapter 27

"Why are you telling me all this now?" In Gao Fei’s view, everything the crystal ball was saying was nonsense, completely useless.

They responded in unison. Seeing the host arrive and sensing the reality of the situation, they realized the program was about to begin and couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. However, hearing the kind, elegant, and composed words of their senior, Choi Hwa-jung, their tension eased slightly.

She always felt that Huangfu Ye seemed a bit melancholy today, though it wasn't obvious. She felt that his sadness might be because of her, but she didn't dare to dwell on it; she simply felt that the sorrow was related to her, so she whispered an apology to him.

They had no choice but to report the incident in full to the Department of the Army and let them decide what to do next.

Meanwhile, those Eighth Route Army soldiers were striving toward this goal under the leadership of the Party.

Bai Jing was also unable to use her own skills. Angel’s Protection, Interpretation of Life, and Life Sharing—none of the three could be activated.

Before them stood a rhombic ice sculpture, reaching up to the vaulted ceiling. Icicles hung down before their eyes like inverted treasure swords.

He couldn't possibly be wiretapping him, could he? Not regarding what he said while having dinner at Professor Jiang’s house, or what he said in the school office?

The leader of the group walked with steady steps, his expression dark and gloomy. This man was Mu She, the leader of the Wolf Head Mercenary Corps.

At this moment, everyone could clearly see the white-scaled giant flood dragon caught in the middle, with Yuan Ben and the Bull Demon King below.

Yun Duoduo was already injured, though they were only superficial wounds. Murong Xue had given the order, and since the target was such a beauty, who could bear to strike hard? But the man in black showed no mercy this time. Yun Duoduo collapsed to the ground, and blood instantly stained the earth beneath her.

That night, Yao Qingmu woke up in the middle of the night. Without opening her eyes, she sensed a pair of sharp eyes staring at her. Trusting her instincts, she didn't rush to sit up but instead secretly opened her eyes just a tiny sliver.

Until now, she had been wondering: if that man, Jin Yang, saw a biological child as a birthday gift, how would he feel?

Although he had studied Chinese diligently, Jin Min-xuan still didn't quite grasp the witty remarks from Li Rui. It didn't matter if he didn't understand, though; he could see the expression on Li Rui’s face and understand the gist of what he said next.

Hearing this, Gu En’en burst into tears. Unable to say a word, she could only take the ring from Han Chengchi’s hand with trembling fingers and put it on herself.

Of course, Su Jiaojiao wouldn't tell them what exactly had happened between her and Gu Lanshan. She just smiled and nodded, though the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of a familiar car parked on the side of the road.

Therefore, if one could strip some treasures from him, perhaps one could capture people with a single word, just like the Jade Purifying Vase in Journey to the West.

"The story is beautiful, and very moving," Mu Ziang’s voice sounded soft and calm.

Yet, as things stood, she discovered that deep down, she still held a glimmer of hope... the hope that she and Lin Yuan’ai could still get married.

However, the Xiaoyao Saint Lord had said that to condense his Nascent Soul, he had to absorb immense energy. Perhaps the process of condensation alone would consume a great deal, and as for whether he could reach the Great Perfection stage, he really couldn't be sure; after all, there was a world of difference between the Great Perfection and a supreme powerhouse.

Appreciating wild cursive calligraphy isn't about reading what is written, but about the magnificent momentum. Just as someone once described Huaisu’s wild cursive, "The paper is full of clouds and smoke, and one cannot tell what is written." One senses the spirit, not the specific characters.

"Pour me a glass of water." Wang Jing’s voice sounded as if it were coming from the edge of the sky, drifting and lacking any strength.

The next day, as they were about to leave the Dragon Group, Yang Qingshan refused to go. Having finally entered the legendary Dragon Group, he insisted on touring the place. Xu Zhijie had no choice but to give Yang Qingshan a temporary jade token, which allowed him to move about freely—limited, of course, to the public facilities of the Dragon Group.

"We need to unite. If we unite and strive to improve our strength, that is the best strategy. Didn't you just ask me what I wanted? I want your promise!" Qin Yi grabbed the Palace Master’s hand and said solemnly.

Han Yingqin looked at the tag. Looking at the tag... one had to say, it really hurt a bit. Not to mention that she had been lucky for so many years and never truly encountered a bad person, but the way things kept switching between normal and abnormal...

The shop "Bai Yi Bai Shun," both in scale and pricing, had always been a trendsetter for Dongjiang City and the six or seven surrounding counties. Twenty years of operation had established the shop’s irreplaceable status.

"Hey, what’s going on?" Wu Di suddenly noticed a record about the security department sending someone caught hiding detonators to the local police station, but the record only gave a vague summary without detailing the specific process or outcome.

"Isn't it all because of you?" Lin Yiyi’s cheeks turned as red as a monkey’s bottom. With a coquettish huff, she reached out her jade-white arm and lightly tapped Jiang Hen on the chest.

I wanted to scold her properly, hit her, and use the most vicious words to hurt her. I wanted to make her taste the wounds I had suffered, the pain I had endured. But what good would that do? What could it possibly retrieve? What I have already lost can never return, and what I have already endured can never be erased.