Volume 1, Chapter 35: Lin Qiao Was Actually the Huo Family's Nanny

Mother Liu sighed as she looked at Qin Yi's flustered little face. These days, the child and Xu Mingyue had become as intimate as a biological mother and son. He hadn't asked a single word about Lin Qiao, nor had he even once asked her to help him make a phone call to her. She secretly felt it was unjust for Lin Qiao. Perhaps it was for the best that Lin Qiao had left. She figured the Qin family genes were simply flawed; both father and son were born cold-hearted and unfeeling. It had been so many days since Lin Qiao had left.

Wasn't Li Zhi supposed to have been fired? How was he still coming and going with members of the organizing committee? Could it be that he was merely dining with his former colleagues?

She had come here to study abroad since college, and at first, she was most unaccustomed to the local diet. She missed her home-cooked meals dearly, but unfortunately, everything here was dominated by fried foods and fast food; stir-fried or stewed dishes were rarely seen.

Although that jade piece was quite precious, if it was lost, then so be it. As long as it hadn't been taken by Shi Zhenzhen, that was enough.

As soon as Zhao Xiu answered the phone, she began to spew a string of vitriolic curses, but she was met with total silence on the other end. The stillness emanating from the phone made her feel an inexplicable chill.

When Nan Xingwu saw that Princess Shuiling was truly willing to part with her portable dressing room, she took out her own fire basin, which was currently warming a box of pastries, from the Wilderness Space and generously gave the pastries warming atop it to the princess as well.

Yet yesterday, when he had a moment of leisure, he still handed a copy of her identification card to Ji Beixun, asking him to investigate her thoroughly once more.

On the flat and open imperial road, amidst a delegation of envoys flying the black banners of the Great Qin, blood—scarlet and fresh—flowed from the luxurious carriage at the center, dripping onto the earth below and spreading an aura of terror.

The crowd felt a shiver of dread the moment they glanced at the needle tips glinting under the lights.

He had barely dozed for five minutes before he opened his eyes again. A second thought had crossed his mind, and he decided it would be better to meet that mysterious figure after all. It was not out of boldness, but because he felt the other party's goal was likely not to trap him like a rat in a jar.

In the eleventh year of the Daye era, after Yang Xuangan’s failed mutiny, Li Mi fled to Wagang. At that time, Chen Rui had just finished writing the "Thirteen Strategies for Managing Youzhou," the seventh of which was the covert deployment of secret agents.

Five-colored lotus flowers rose from the ground, casting rays of light that dyed half the sky a deep crimson.

He was still tumbling through the air when his peripheral vision suddenly darkened. The Silver Masked Knight leaped to his side with incredible speed, gazing at him with those hollow, emerald eyes, before slamming a heavy palm onto his forehead. The force of the strike channeled an irresistible hypnotic magic into Wei Ming’s body.

After a few brutal beatings, the Demon-Slaying God Fist began to admire the sheer ferocity of Ba Ye Guxing, and after a fierce, guttural grumble, he ceased his assault.

"Shall we call the police and have them search the place?" Peng Sizhe asked, his tone detached and cold.

The Source-Light Ghost Academy felt a chill run through his entire body; his hair was suddenly shorn away by a blast of energy, the dark, lustrous strands scattering into the turbulent air currents.

The werewolf warriors looked at A-Xin, who appeared as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood, and even they, with their innate ferocity, could not help but shrink back in fear.

Ning Ling felt uneasy and could only reinforce the door locks, even wedging a chair against the door. She kept all the windows tightly shut as well, terrified that someone might sneak in during the night.

Before long, a faint red glow began to emanate from Liu Shengqiang's arm, traveling along his meridians until it reached his shoulder.

A hoarse voice, dripping with the scent of a beast, emerged from the Black Fox's throat. Thick, viscous saliva dripped down its white, jagged fangs; it was undoubtedly a great demon.

Chen Qingdi laughed heartily, his fingers poised like blades. Three thousand rays of sword light manifested in the air; in an instant, dragons soared, phoenixes sang, white tigers trod upon mountains, and black tortoises spanned the seas. All manner of visions appeared at once, filling the entire star with their crushing presence.