Chapter 61: How Could She Still Harbor Expectations of Him?

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Qu Pan asked the nurse for Qu Lan's ward number and walked over. Finding the door ajar, she saw her father and Chu Hanliang were both inside.
Fang Huali was sitting by the hospital bed. Hearing footsteps, she looked up and, seeing Qu Pan, tightly hugged Chu Pei in her arms as if terrified.
Qu Lan, lying on the hospital bed, wore an expression of utter triumph. She grabbed Chu Pei's hand and called out to him in a sickly sweet voice.
Just then, a commotion arose outside the estate gates, and Chu Yun, the Commandant of the Nine Gates, rushed in hurriedly, lifting the hem of his robe.
Wen'er's shrieks and desperate cries were nothing more than a farces in Wu Xi's eyes. Seeing Wu Xi gaze coldly at Wen'er and the furious Chu Zhaoquan, then look down at the wet nurse kneeling on the ground too terrified to raise her head, and finally at Xi'er—who clutched her bruised cheek yet wore a triumphant smugness—Wu Xi could not help but burst into laughter once again.
Back in her room, she used her consciousness to summon the Vermilion Bird discreetly, leaving a flame imprint on Han Shaoqian's palm that was identical to the mark between her brows.
Hearing my words, Yuan Xue still hesitated, but I directly grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the emergency room, heading toward the inpatient building. The elderly doctor had only just finished examining me not long ago, so he should still be in his office over there.
Wen Ruru was breaking out in cold sweat all over from sheer fright. Su Chen always kept his word; this time, it seemed he was truly provoked to anger, and thus was recklessly determined to drag her off to get married.
At midnight local time in Finland, Finnish President Mannerheim made a major decision: he requested China to increase its exports of military equipment to Finland and demanded that China dispatch volunteer forces to support Finland's war of resistance.
"Lord Lin, I am immensely grateful to you for risking your life to come and save me," the Prince said in a suppressed voice.
"Are you asleep?" The indifference on Xing An's face receded, replaced by the deep satisfaction that followed intimacy.
Meng Chong, who had been promoted to Lieutenant General, was far from being complacent; instead, he wore a grim expression every day, as if everyone owed him millions of dollars.
The courtyard's streetlights were not very bright, but the situation inside the iron cage could still be clearly seen. Its figure was no longer inside.
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Meanwhile, those who knew what this balance scale was actually for did not spend their daily lives revolving around a device whose completion date remained entirely unknown.
"Do you want to know where the Soul Sacred Fruit has gone?" Lin Tian chuckled playfully, acting as if he held the King of Hell in absolute disregard.
"Just now, you mentioned that there is a secret about me that even I am unaware of. What is this secret?" Lin Tian asked with a puzzled expression.
When Ze walked into the valley, it was already noon. He had witnessed such scenes back when he was a slave; he used to dislike them while in the Great Wild Marsh, but at this moment, he welcomed it, because at least the other side treated him like a human being.
"Daddy, that big bad bully hit Tongtong, hit Auntie Jiujiu, and hit that big brother too," Tongtong complained tearfully in Jin Doudou's arms.
On the other side, major guilds had gone through untold hardships and exhausted all efforts, only to end up with such a result. Invincible Hegemony was so consumed by rage that he vomited three liters of blood on the spot.
None of his clansmen doubted his words. Following Kamehameha's instructions, they hurriedly gathered their most precious possessions, rushed out of their homes, and fled toward the highest point of the island.
Leaving his house, he rode a horse and strolled aimlessly through the bustling streets. The horse's hooves made steady clattering sounds, and in the distance, a line of soldiers carrying spears and matchlock guns was patrolling.
To be honest, at this moment, Lin Tian felt a mixture of suspicion and a sense of being toyed with by others. Whose words were more reliable—the old man, the Azure Dragon, or the Sword Monarch? Lin Tian found it hard to decide.
Hunting, biting, relentless lunging, defending the glory of territory and life, fighting to live, fighting to die, and finding life in death.
At the mere utterance of a single sentence, the person outside the door immediately responded, and in a flash of breath, had already vanished from their original spot.
No one dared to disperse on their own accord, yet everyone felt the "situation had eased." Those who considered themselves of sufficient status began pulling strings and begging favors to have their close friends and relatives withdrawn from the city walls. Many of those tasked with routine duties at the base of the wall directly began slacking off, and some even resorted to disappearing entirely.
To master lightning-style chakra to such an extent—looking across the entire ninja world, there would not be more than a handful.
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Blood was still dripping from the weapon, sliding down the tip of the blade, though the ground it fell upon was no longer soil overgrown with grass and vegetation.
Wuji's words were uttered with utmost sincerity, and even his facial expression betrayed no flaw of favoritism. It was a completely reasonable and justified request, making it hard for anyone to refuse.
Baili Wuchen watched her hurried figure descending, his thin lips curving upward, phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, and long fingers brought up to his nose to sniff lightly. His fingertips seemed to still carry the lingering fragrance of her presence.
The next second, he abruptly transformed into a dark shadow and shot backward. Several streaks of white light slashed across his original position, and as the blade radiance extended, the ground shattered completely.
Her eyebrows curved slightly like delicate willow leaves, lightly brushed with dark pigment, and her slightly elongated outer brow corners exuded a hint of alluring elegance. Her eyes were not particularly large, possessing a slightly slender shape, yet they lacked the seductive charm of typical phoenix eyes. Her nasal bridge was slightly elevated, yet exquisitely formed. Her lips were rather thin, yet radiated a gentle warmth.
Xing Lian hesitated, wondering what course of action to take. The pull emanating from the mysterious basement made her somewhat restless, and she could hardly suppress the urge to kick down the unsightly, obstructive wall right in front of her.
Red Boy put down his small stool and sat down obediently, while Jing Yan put down her chair, sat on one herself, and offered another to the cameraman, Old Miao. Then she handed the stool Red Boy had brought over to Tang Shi. At first, Tang Shi hesitated to sit due to the cold, but after a second thought, she sat down anyway.
Yet the gazes falling upon her made him feel as though needles were pricking his back, and those unbridled remarks were a blatant challenge to his nerves.
Outside the window, absolute silence reigned without a shred of clamor, yet to those around, this stillness itself carried a profound sorrow.
Man Chang'an turned her head slightly to glance at Ye Qianchong, and seeing that she remained unmoved, she finally let out a sigh of relief and stopped bickering with Lin Jie.
She and Wei Xiao had been rather tight on money lately, and they always picked the cheapest available plane tickets, while the food served on airplanes was generally quite unpalatable.
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