There was an unexpected incident today; updates will resume tomorrow.

Alas, the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry. My phone and computer are both out of commission today, and I must head to an extremely dangerous place. I will resume updates tomorrow—don't miss it!

Meng Xueyao stood by, witnessing her actions clearly. A ripple of emotion stirred in her eyes, and her own eyes turned red. She knelt beside her and exposed Ni Xue's knee.

This alley-oop dunk left the Bucks' interior defense in even greater disgrace. Sun Zhuo enjoyed seeing the look of resentment on the faces of his defenders. Since Sun Zhuo had already been crowned the "greatest dunker in history," opponents rarely reacted when he pulled off such an alley-oop during a game.

Yu Qingmei nodded earnestly, feeling that every word he said was reasonable. She felt the truth was entirely on his side and that she had been the one acting unreasonably.

The man was dressed in a tight black T-shirt, black leather pants, and even black ankle boots, with his hair dyed wine-red—he looked every bit the delinquent youth.

Sigh, I don't know why, but I felt completely played, stifled and helpless. Seeing the gold leaves go up in smoke, I had no choice but to agree and return home in low spirits.

In the Miami Heat locker room, the players were crowded together watching the epic clash between McGrady and Sun Zhuo. Everyone was eagerly anticipating whether Sun Zhuo could achieve the feat of scoring 60 points, though some remained skeptical. Dwyane Wade, however, firmly believed Sun Zhuo could do it.

It was all because of Shen Bin that An Nuan had been kidnapped, leading to that fire and the subsequent plane crash; he had vanished for an entire year.

"Xingxing, where is your mommy?" Chu Mofan asked anxiously, his gaze urgently searching their surroundings.

Sun Zhuo stood at midcourt, eyeing the Pistons' starting five: Chauncey Billups, Rasheed Wallace, Richard Hamilton, Tayshaun Prince, and Ben Wallace.

"Couldn't you have used some anesthesia?" Recalling the agony of being pinned down by two doctors while they set his bones, Chu Mofan felt a chill run down his spine. Although he had gritted his teeth and endured it without a sound, the deep indentations on his lips betrayed just how painful it had been.

Shui Muyan thought this to herself. She closed her eyes, refusing to open them again. The world had finally turned against her; she was truly betrayed by all, utterly alone.

Su Huaishan felt a bit helpless. With the cautionary tale of Situ Canglin before him, he suddenly realized that having too many potential fathers-in-law was not necessarily a good thing.

"Muxia! Look at her—she’s only been in the industry for two years and already has so many fans at the airport! Look at you..." The look of exasperation, as if she were a disappointment, made Su Jin burst into laughter.

Liu Cheng was well aware that Cao Cao was a cunning warlord, while Liu Bei was a hero. Yet, the fate of a hero seemed always to be tragic. He did not lack martial prowess, and his two sworn brothers were warriors unrivaled under heaven, but he lacked capable strategists to advise him, and as a result, he was often outmaneuvered.

Yi Xianfu did not expect Shui Muyan to ask such a question and was momentarily unable to answer. He looked at her sorrowful eyes, feeling utterly at a loss.

However, because he lacked popular support, he was opposed by the Republican Party and progressive members of the Beiyang government who formed a new party, all of whom sought to eliminate him.

With a flick of his finger, a lingering force sent Ming San’s blade flying from his hand. The victor was decided, and Su Huaishan did not pursue.

"What did you say?" Chen Tu, atop the city wall, was stunned. In all his years, he had never heard someone speak like that in the midst of battle.

It is just a pity that, at present, the development of supernatural abilities is still at a relatively shallow stage, and science cannot even explain the various factors behind them.