Performer (7)

Ahead lay water, which split into two streams, cascading from the mountaintop into the pool at its base. Jagged rocks jutted from the pond, dividing it in half.

Tang Jiaojiao claimed it was an agreement, yet she never gave Yin Simo the chance to refuse. Shamelessness? That was her greatest skill.

Her pocket vibrated at that moment; considering the time, it was probably Uncle Quan calling.

Zhang Chenghong wiped the sweat from his brow, his voice trembling as he spoke. The others nodded in agreement. The battle had raged for less than fifteen minutes, and already the defenders had lost over two thousand men, with more than three thousand wounded. The original He Lin garrison had lost all courage; only the troops brought by Shangguan Honglie remained composed.

She walked over to greet each member of the main family. Though her uncle’s household offered her no kindness, she paid it no mind.

In the palace, only Consort Shu and Consort De still held influence. Consort Shu was indifferent to power struggles, her temperament mild. Consort De was a relative of the empress and maintained a good relationship with her. It seemed neither woman would make trouble for her.

Even with a system within him, granting abilities beyond the ordinary, Chen Ming was still a young man who hadn’t yet graduated.

Entering the first-floor hall, Jiang Wan was stunned by the scene before her: nearly a hundred men in black controlled the Li family members.

Everyone immediately checked the screenshots posted on the internal network. The moment Su Bei’s name appeared, the whole group erupted.

Yu Mengzhu was full of questions, but seeing the lecherous smirk on this rogue’s face, she was sure it was nothing good.

Lu Ning was first frozen in place, then her confusion slowly turned to terror. She unconsciously took a step back, her eyes filled with fear and disbelief, entirely at a loss.

“Relax, am I that kind of person? In all these years at university, have you ever seen me in a relationship?” Chen Chuansheng pointed at his handsome face, smiling ambiguously at Fang Qiuqi.

All the top stars of Tianmei were present. Though not all were A-list, they were close, and usually stayed in luxury hotels. Expecting them to sleep in tents was rather difficult.

Horses like the one before her, well-trained, were far more docile than the wild ones she’d tamed before. There was no need for concern.

“All right, time to go back.” Lingxi snatched Sang Yi’s phone, and without negotiation, promptly called his agent.

She had gathered a large group to watch the live event tonight, only for Qiao Weiyang to embarrass her in front of everyone. Though they had all left, she still felt humiliated.

“I’ll go take a look then.” Hearing this, Honglian quickly followed Zhongli Shuo toward the sleeping quarters.

“I truly want to care for you, Xiao’er. Let me care for you, protect you, cherish you. From today on, I won’t let you suffer anymore.” Xuan Yuanrui gazed at her with tenderness, his voice gentle and persuasive.

“You’re awake? That’s wonderful!” Ye Feng’s eyes sparkled with delight as he saw Linghu Yixue open her large eyes. He hurried to help her sit up.

No matter what, Wang Jie always felt a tinge of guilt toward Bai Rushuang. As he moved swiftly, he pondered quietly, hoping nothing would go wrong.

Wang Jie was no ingrate. He remembered well the life-saving kindness of the Demon Slayer Sect member. Passing through the Forsaken Domain, he planned to visit Phoenix Mountain once more, to pay his respects at the resting place of the one who had briefly been his master.

Bu Hong’s shout immediately set everyone on edge. The previously relaxed group straightened up, even Liu Feng, who had been prepared, looked surprised.

“Your words aren’t bad—a ruler needs both courage and wisdom. Seems you all need to sharpen your minds,” he said, his words carrying a hidden barb.

“Scarface, I’ll take you on!” Zhao Guodong ignored the others around him, charging straight at Scarface. But the crowd refused to give him a chance, holding him back. In the scuffle, Zhao Guodong received two more wounds.

“I must see Prefect Li now, please announce me,” Du Yun insisted. She had to see Li Ye, or nothing would be clear.

Perhaps he would never understand why his father brought this girl back, only to marry another.

He hadn’t finished speaking when Tian Wuming drew a pistol and pressed it to the White Wolf Gang leader’s knee. A gunshot rang out. The leader howled in pain, but with his hands and feet bound to the chair, he could only grit his teeth and endure.

And just now, Purple Yam had said that Purple Smoke could never progress in cultivation. What could that mean?

Ye Feng led Chen Zidu and the others quietly into the back courtyard. As expected, a team was charging in, their firepower impressive. A Sang’s men stationed in the courtyard were in trouble. With a wave of Ye Feng’s hand, his group jumped into the fight, giving A Sang’s followers a brief respite.

Should I say I saw it? What difference would it make? Ask him when he painted it, or how much he likes me?

Upon hearing this, Feng Yiheng couldn’t help but look up, seeing that Xu Qiangwei’s gaze never left Wanwan.

Shakespeare sensed the future, and wondered if one day he might not even have his own skin.

Chen Tairan leaped forward, bent his finger, and jabbed the man’s shoulder at the acupoint by his neck. The curses stopped abruptly.

This soaring momentum infected Shao Fei himself. He seemed to see the Yunnan Army’s blood-soaked battles against the Japanese invaders.

Still, for those old monsters who had cultivated on Earth for many years, they could spot a trace of the unusual.