87 Base (1)

The egg pancakes were ready, and Li Zhenguo had finished making the porridge and mixing the cucumbers. They sat down together to have breakfast.

A burst of applause broke out at the scene. The audience all knew that Yi Shuihan had set up his own studio and become his own boss; it was no secret that he was now worth hundreds of millions.

No matter how extreme the Love for Pets organization was in their treatment of animals, they did have a discerning eye when choosing their pets. There was no way they would raise a mixed-breed Pomeranian—anyone could tell at a glance that this dog was purebred.

He was not used to seeing himself so haggard; it made my heart tighten with worry. “What’s wrong?” I hoped he hadn’t seen me kneeling on the grass earlier. I regained my composure, clenched the pendant in my palm, and approached him with an air of casualness.

The Wu family was well aware that a huge dowry could attract envy, so they had recruited many local militia members to serve as escorts. Armed with clubs and hidden blades beneath their clothes, they looked imposing indeed.

His eyes seemed to hold a mixture of unfamiliarity, anticipation, and reluctance, but all those complex emotions vanished in a fleeting glance.

Who knew how much time had passed before Shangguan Lei returned. As soon as he reached the door, he sensed someone was inside. Though his steps remained steady and relaxed, every muscle was taut with vigilance.

On the battlefield, Lin Yifan was known for his ruthless cruelty. He gave Bai Chulu no chance to escape, striking a fatal blow in an attempt to end Bai Chu’s life then and there.

Zhang Zi’an approached a shop, picked up two long, rod-shaped artificial stones, and tapped them together with a crisp clink.

The old manor lord turned to Granny Yang and said, “Go check on Lan’er and see if there’s anything she needs help with.” Sending Granny Yang to Zhen Lan was simply a way to prevent her from seeking out Shangguan Lei. With a face full of disappointment, Granny Yang glanced at Jia Qianqian and left, turning back every few steps.

No! Impossible! Let me check again! Like a gambler rubbing a mahjong tile, Beilong gently stroked the astonishingly large white rabbit in his arms. The more he touched it, the more familiar it felt. After all, he had once been completely honest with this rabbit’s owner.

“No, from now on your name is Arnold Schwarzenegger. But I prefer to call you Uncle Arnold.” Tang Yu sat back down beside him.

Tiger flew into a rage, looking like a bear walking upright. Enduring the sharp pain in his side and chest, he flung his arms wide and pulled Shen Hongying into a crushing embrace. At once, Shen Hongying felt an overwhelming force binding her tightly.

A voice, half sigh and half regret, sounded again by her ear. Hatsune started, only then realizing that the voice was coming from inside the box.

That same sentiment was roaring in Wolf Lord’s heart. Watching others fight and stepping in yourself were two entirely different matters.

A series of light chuckles drifted through the air, as if the other guards and attendants present could not help but laugh out loud.

The Grandmaster of the Demon Sect curled his lip in disdain. With a flick of his hand, a sphere of azure light descended from midair.

Clearly, she and Xu Ying knew each other, but their relationship was far from close—there might even be some unpleasant history between them.

“A stepfather’s love is always incomplete. I want to give my son the very best. If there’s a man willing to truly love Chenchen, I’ll marry him, even if he’s a beggar on the street.” Xiang Tiantian broke free from Ouyang Yi, picked up the garbage bag that had fallen to the floor, and turned toward the trash bin at the stairwell.

Liu Mu glanced sideways at the tea pavilion, where people were still discussing philosophy over their drinks, most of them looking deeply absorbed.

If they could ambush Li Tianchen and leave him no time or chance to plot, their chances of success would be much greater.

Or rather, he was being dangled by Tang Feng from his fingertips, swaying in the wind like a worthless trinket.

With the full eruption of Fang Cheng’s singularity domain energy, the immortal power remained as vast and formidable as ever—Fang Cheng was utterly powerless to resist it.

She understood Qu Yi’s temperament well. Although he was unwilling to accept her, his concern and care for her had never wavered.

He took a deep breath and began to speak again: I hope you’ll consider me before you act. Even if I sometimes speak or do things rashly and without reason, it truly is for your sake.

Most of Oukai’s attention was still on Ye Xiaowu’s words, and distracted as he was, he failed to notice Ouan’an’s slip.

The Alliance to Question the Heavens did not refuse; after some careful selection, they drew most of the other factions into their fold, greatly expanding their influence. However, Lin Yi did not teach these newcomers the art of Qi cultivation.

Upon hearing this, Wu Xi raised the corners of his mouth and said coolly, “No need. Let them go.” With that, he turned to look out the window.

After Biqin left as well, she was alone, clutching Xue Rou’er—dressed in red—and sobbing uncontrollably.

Ning Zhe snorted coldly, slapped his storage pouch, and summoned the Golden Lotus Throne. This sacred Buddhist artifact was especially effective against these shadowy fiends. Golden light spread outward, and within a few breaths, the black mist around them was forced back, swirling and howling a few yards away, but no longer daring to come close.