55 was so angry he almost laughed out loud. [Second Update]

These two children were watched as they grew up by everyone present, yet Chu Lanhhan had never spoken to Qiu Zixi in such a tone.

A cluster of milky-white halo condensed in silence, transforming into a milky-white bead that floated suspended between Fahua and Lan Ge. At the same time, the special imprint of the Matchless Bead appeared upon their foreheads.

The next instant, this Grand Commander of the Five Thunders Corps was blasted directly off the tournament stage by this simple and direct strike.

An army lacking a commander is like scattered sand; although capturing the border town would still proceed without unexpected hitfalls, the price paid would be far too heavy.

Such a person could only be admired from afar. If anyone fancied themselves clever enough to give unsolicited directions, they would undoubtedly invite their own humiliation.

Having heard these words, her glowing gaze began to wander toward a tall, uniformed figure on the stage, a faint blush blooming across her cheeks.

Xiao Yan had completely failed to notice that the crux of the matter was not that Yun Mo had gone missing, but rather why Yun Mo had gone missing in the first place.

Sophie rolled her eyes at him. A competition required one to give their all; treating every girl he met as an opportunity to fawn and play the sycophant was just too pathetic, wasn't it?

Meng Qian rushed in, her face beaming with pleasant surprise amidst the cheers from outside the door, shattering Zhu Jue's self-reproach.

Yebai, who was already fast asleep, felt an unprovoked wave of drowsiness wash over him, gradually drifting away into dreamland.

When morning came after a long night, An Nianchu opened her eyes to see the enlarged face of Qin Muchen. Knowing that waking him would make leaving utterly impossible, she sat up with the utmost stealth. Before her foot could even touch the floor, she was swept up and pulled tightly into an embrace.

The colossal golden tiger let out a deafening roar, yet its massive physique was already completely subdued by Li Linghai.

Had anyone recognized the blueprint in Qiu Xuan's hand, they would have certainly exclaimed in surprise: isn't this just a qipao? Indeed, Qiu Xuan had chosen a qipao.

Just a single immortal manor once belonging to the Heavenly Court had brought me such immense shock; I could not help but wonder what the Heavenly Court itself must have looked like at the height of its glory.

Qiu Xuan was not particularly concerned with other matters, but knowing that the Millennium Dark-Purple Herb would arrive within the next couple of days, his mind was entirely fixed on this affair, leaving him with little inclination to attend any banquets.

Not answering can sometimes be considered an answer in itself. Seeing Wei Ting's expression, Han Ye naturally understood and ceased his further probing.

Hearing Fang Yuan put it that way, Jiang Ping could not help but chuckle. Since this fellow was already seriously considering his fallback options, it showed he genuinely intended to surrender.

Zheng Shan had immolated himself, and all twenty men of his detachment had perished in the fierce battle. Qi Cai's troops conducted a cursory search through the mountains before returning to the foothills.

Words spoken without intent are often heard with meaning. I slammed my hand onto the desk right then and there, startling every teacher in the office into stunned silence. Teacher Meng Hui looked at me in astonishment as well, only to see a blazing anger flickering in my eyes—a wrath she had never witnessed before, a darkness that had no business residing in the eyes of a twelve-year-old boy.

By this time Jiang Ping's deskmate had returned as well, making it inconvenient for Li倩 to continue chatting with him. She returned to her own seat with a happy smile.

The place illuminated by the light consisted of several crisscrossing, dust-covered, grayish-yellow underground passageways, appearing exceedingly archaic and primitive.

Yet Liu Biao turned a deaf ear; after all, advanced in years as he was, the blazing fervor of his youth had long since cooled. Far from adopting Mi Heng's military strategy, he instead married Cai Mao's younger sister, immersing himself day and night in a life of sensual indulgence.

Fan Zhongyan felt the same way: the issue of imperial succession was exceedingly sensitive for any emperor, let alone Zhao Zhong, who was barely in his twenties.

This eight-treasure exquisite mirror, forged at the quasi-divine artifact level, was something he had exchanged for using three hundred and eighty merit points. When deployed at a critical juncture, it could forcibly draw all enemy firepower, buying him precious time to escape.

The Wuling Sect, the Qingyue Sect, and the more than four hundred rogue cultivators present could be described as being in a state of extreme tension.

Wu Hao felt a stifling tightness in his chest. Just moments before, he had wanted to declare: "I love you deeply. From the very first moment I laid eyes on you, I have fancied you, and your very being has completely occupied my entire heart."

Fortunately, his body was covered in numerous vines akin to tentacles, which loosened the soil before him and pushed it behind him, allowing him to slowly tunnel through the underground in this manner.

Upon returning to the army, Yang Hu inspected the captured beasts and had those that had been wounded by Wu soldiers prior to capture returned to them.

Prefect Mao Yang paced back and forth in the courtyard; anyone could tell at a glance that he was extremely agitated at the moment. He sighed, walked back into the room, and gulped down several mouthfuls of water, yet it did little to quench the burning restlessness in his heart.

A mountain breeze blew past, causing the pristine white clouds to drift and sway like the softest, most exquisite silk, while Wu Hao's emerald-green robes fluttered in the wind.

The flames of war had repeatedly destroyed this northern stronghold, only for it to be rebuilt during times of peace. Following centuries of reinforcement, this exclave of the Chen State had blossomed into a prosperous land capable of housing a million residents, truly a pearl upon the desert.

As for the Shenzhou Academy of Sciences, the time interval for its earthquake predictions was half a month, with each forecast spanning a coverage window of three months.

Arranging music is actually a tremendously massive undertaking. To perfectly manifest a melody using various instruments requires a vast amount of experience: which instrument's timbre is better suited, and how the rhythm of the tune can be made more captivating—these are the tasks that music arrangement must accomplish.