Return Journey

"Yue'er, don't worry. Our King isn't that cold-blooded. In this world, you only have your father left as kin; how could the King execute your only family member!" Gu Rou comforted her with a heart full of anguish.

Suddenly, Ximen Yu flew into a rage. After letting out a series of low roars, he immediately transformed into a white tiger. His massive body was entirely snow-white, with a pair of wings growing from his back.

Yet now, Chou He did not dare to send Zhou Hong'er to her death. Not only could he not let Zhou Hong'er and the others die, but he also had to ensure they lived well and became a vibrant, active force under the Emperor. Ideally, they would later become prominent ministers of high standing, sitting on equal footing with him.

In that case, Li Yu had no desire to buy anything. Zhou Ming杰's business was a rock-solid money-maker, and for him to barge in and meddle would simply lack integrity.

Before Qin Xu'ao could instruct the Wen siblings to fetch the documents, frantic shouts from several disciples echoed from outside.

Such a healing sort of girl; it seemed as though the mere sight of her could wash away any discomfort... How refreshing and serene she made one feel.

Without a moment's pause, he continued charging forward, his entire body radiating a surge of vital blood that billowed like crimson mist.

"It's useless! The moment you emerged, failing to kneel before our King was already a capital offense!" Ling Bao sneered coldly.

Practicing day and night, after wasting a massive amount of precious medicinal herbs, she finally succeeded in brewing three pills of Spirit-Returning Powder. Although there were slight impurities, she had succeeded nonetheless, and it would prove immensely useful in repairing damaged spiritual meridians.

Now that Jia Baoyu had finally seen the light, Lady Jia could not have been happier; she wished she could bestow all the glory of the Jia family upon him alone.

The moment the third brother spoke, the eldest and second brothers, who were holding wine cups, simultaneously cast their gazes toward Du Mingwei. Their eyes flashed with sudden astonishment, and the second brother even grabbed a wine bottle in one hand.

"With a tongue as sharp as yours, aren't you afraid of having no friends?" Zhang Jin retorted in a relaxed tone.

Mathematics was a major pillar of the college entrance examination and a nightmare for many. With the streaming exams approaching fast, making it into a superior class meant securing access to better educational resources.

At that moment, Tu Yuan and Zhou Ran exchanged a swift glance. Zhou Ran was already prepared; the instant Zhang Zhiwei approached, she would knock him unconscious in the shortest time possible.

Wu Qiao ignored it. Just as the zombie was about to devour Liming, an eerie red light suddenly burst forth from her body, slowly spreading across the entire supermarket.

Initially, Zhang Jin thought Gu Xueqing found it inconvenient to bring a grown man home in the middle of the night. But once inside her residence and taking in the shabby appearance of the room, he finally understood.

"Wash these vegetables," she instructed Lü Shuang and Lü Qiao, while even Yu Chen chipped in to act as a kitchen helper.

A firm, resolute gnashing of teeth helped Bai Qingyue suppress that terrifying thought, but she was suddenly drawn upward by a shrill, piercing cry.

The man wore a white shirt and black dress trousers. Neat and impeccably clean, he exuded the aura of an aristocratic young gentleman throughout his entire person.

"Who told you lot to be so impatient? She originally intended to give each of you another bottle of the black one, but you snatched the purple ones away before she could finish speaking," Jun Ran said with a smile, telling the rest not to rush—now they understood, didn't they?

The Qiang tribe could muster an elite force of about forty thousand, with soldiers chosen for their ferocity and combat prowess from among millions of Qiang people. The number of armored cavalry stood at four thousand, the heavily armored infantry numbered over ten thousand, while the remaining fourteen thousand wielded relatively fine weapons but wore only leather armor.

Though Song Wujin's strength was mediocre at best, he could still grasp the implication behind the man's words. He cast a hesitant glance at Jun Muqing and remained silent.

And just as the black flower completed its blooming, Xu Guangling transitioned from a single-spirit awakening into a deep, complete slumber.

Dao Lengfeng said nothing. Seeing a glimmer of light spark in his son's eyes, he immediately turned and strode outside.

"Thank goodness nothing happened. If something had happened to you, how could I ever face the old matriarch?" Aunt Niu let out a long sigh of relief.

"They're mad, completely mad, every last one of them..." Xue Huashang massaged her temples. Her own matters had just been settled, and now another massive trouble had landed in her lap. What on earth was she supposed to do?

Chu Yan'er and Yang Guan exchanged glances, but both instantly made the "wisest" choice: ignore it. Since the elders had already picked up their chopsticks, they might as well just eat.

"So then? What do you need me to do to prove my capability?" Xixi immediately seized upon the crux of the matter.

Upon hearing that they were people from the Vast Cold Palace, Chu Xin'er and Shangguan Zhiyin felt a jolt in their hearts and immediately stepped forward to pay their respects.

Ding Linglin smiled again and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't say it aloud, as long as you think it in your heart." She took his hand and walked forward to meet the rising sun.

Lindi nodded. If it were a host-versus-host PK match, Zhuang Yan probably wouldn't become his assistant if he lost.

Right at that moment, within a certain empire in Qingzhou and inside a renowned sect, the exact same scene played out.

"You're overthinking it; this is nothing more than the most ordinary of ordinary classmate relationships. See if you can remember where you actually put it."

Since the game center in City D was a "Super Game Center," it naturally had to be a bit different from ordinary game centers.

Yet some carved out a name for themselves, while others grew utterly content after earning a little money, losing all ambition to progress further.

Just a few minutes earlier, she had been blazing with fury, yet in less than a moment, she was fretting over others. Could she possibly be any more adorable? He would never have imagined that the ruthless, decisive President Gu had a soft, adorable younger sister—truly a rare sight for sore eyes.