Fifty-seven. A smile.

No, just the day before, Hei Ji, Bai Ji, and Tang Wanrong had mentioned that Chong Hua Mei had never given birth, so logically, these things shouldn’t exist.

Then again, even if he’s thousands of years old, the Dragon King remains vigorous; could it be that Xiami is just an old dragon courting a young beauty?

The city lord’s name had long been replaced by Lin Xun’s, so cheating was simply too easy.

Unfortunately, this Illusory Spirit Flower only thrives in the sea breeze of the Eastern Spirit Continent. Whether in the Northern or Southern Spirit regions, Hua Shanyun could only gaze wistfully at its price tag through the shop window.

In any case, the Return Association remains an extremely mysterious entity to both disciples and the Elder Council alike.

After Bai Yuan left, they had been constantly concerned. Bai Jianzhu had called Bai Yuan many times, but since Bai Yuan silenced his phone, he never answered again.

“I advise you not to meddle,” Bai Xu said under his cloak, gripping a black dagger tightly, showing no intention of dodging.

Yet despite repeatedly using weapon skills to attack the monster, the Underworld game never displayed “The Mother Crawler Queen has sustained minor injuries.”

This was truthful: Lu Mingfei indeed possessed the Word Spirit—Prophet, yet he truly could not activate it at will; he was merely telling only half the truth.

Chu Zihang thought of the black suitcase his father had thrown out to draw attention—was that the item they had guarded for over a decade?

It was a subtle warning to Shen Qielan—not to think that just raising the banner of the Embroidered Uniform Guard meant she could take her for granted.

Tie Bao responded respectfully and then strode toward the center of the main hall, his face suddenly burning with a nearly fanatical battle fervor.

From Xi Fu Cui’s senior year in university to now, it had only been a few months. Yet to Xi Fuwei, it felt like several years had passed… In the past decade or so, she had never experienced such upheaval as in these few months.

At the beginning of the month, he was too lazy to bother with her; rather than argue with such a person, he’d rather go back to braising more food and earning more money.

Shen Xin nearly spat blood—such heartless brothers and father had abandoned her to her mother’s care. Too cruel. Next time, she would never show them an ounce of kindness. Hmph... Shen Xin declared herself a grudge-holder, focused on resentment for a hundred unchanging years.

In the past, by dusk, the foot of Yellow Clay Mountain would be deserted, for it was only a yellow clay hill—no hunting or firewood gathering possible.

Jian Wushang’s angry roars echoed for thousands of miles, spreading throughout the Sword Clan’s main city, naturally reaching the core palace behind.

Just one wedding cost 200 million. It was known that Lu Shiyu was wealthy, but not to this extent.

Others saw Lao Lin’s son personally approaching with such politeness, nodding inwardly—this son of Lao Lin was no fool; he knew who the important figures were, and his attitude was commendable.

I ate this so-called breakfast trembling with fear, always afraid that Mama Xiao might accidentally let something slip.

Only after the Clear Pool Cave Master’s instructions did Ning Fuchen understand the reason: the secret lay within this cave. The Clear Pool Cave’s founder was a remarkable man who left a legacy but feared that later disciples lacking talent would be bullied, possibly severing the inheritance.

Meanwhile, the people sent by Wu Tao sneaked closer, hiding to watch, then slinked away to report.

But with a cost of over two thousand, selling for three thousand, was this perfectly crafted prosthetic really that impressive?

Damn, he even refused to change his lines—is he planning to keep messing up or trying to steal someone else’s spotlight?

“Well then…” Han Jun pointed at the scene before him: a dozen fans stood there shouting like fools, attracting a crowd of passersby.

Then, he lifted his foot and left, as if bidding farewell to Old Fu with those simple words. After all, he was not one for many words.

Noticing Xiao Xile’s gaze, Xiao Xichun awkwardly looked away and took two steps back. As she moved, the hairpin swayed lightly; the ruby atop flashed a brilliant light, intensifying the anger and jealousy burning in Xiao Xile’s pupils.

Everyone felt as if pardoned, reluctantly cheering along, but looking at Fei Ping now, his smile no longer seemed so friendly.

However, the troubles weren’t over—there was also the “Ghost Seer” Zhi Cang Dongye, who had not emerged since entering the secluded forest.

After a moment, Francis Ford Coppola, wearing glasses and a beard, took the envelope and walked onto the stage.

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“Don’t get greedy. Do you even know who we are? If you truly dare to make a move against us, regardless of the hotel’s stance, you won’t be able to bear the consequences!” Jiang Moyuan arrogantly raised his chin, issuing a threat.

“Don’t be nervous. This is the teachers’ evaluation of instruction, not an exam for the children,” Vice Principal Zhou smiled reassuringly to Teacher Mu.

“After today’s rehearsal ends, everyone should rest well. Tomorrow is the first show of our debut tour—make sure to show the audience your very best!” Aijia had been by everyone’s side all month.

A breeze stirred, gently shaking the leaves of the Mountain God Tree, refreshing the surrounding air.

Yang Yun pulled him along for quite a distance; above, the sky remained pitch black, showing just how far the Xuankang domain had spread.

“One reason we suspect is that the Eighth Route Army secretly purchased a large quantity of supplies from the county town using profits from Tiger-brand cigarette sales, causing a shortage and driving up prices.”

Naturally, Ning Yunxi anxiously first used her other eye to examine Lao San’s wound. The system prompted: as Lao San himself said, it was a scrape from the door.

He first visited the ocean pavilion to see the rescued family of orcas; the aquarium informed him the mother and child orcas would be released in a few days, which eased his mind.

In the room, Fu Ruohè was completely unaware that Jun Su had begun fantasizing about having a child of his own.

Yet when all the forces of creation were refined by Shen Lang, his primordial spirit form condensed into only a single solid hand.

Zhang Ze felt conflicted, then suddenly remembered something and immediately shifted his perspective to the lord’s hall above.

“Mr. Qin, Captain will definitely be fine, he will definitely be fine,” Feitian and several others comforted Qin Langye.