Chapter 169 A Conscientious Online Game

Yang Jian’s chest rose and fell slightly. Comparing the supreme imperial throne to dog dung was, in itself, an act of treason. Had anyone else spoken thus, they would have long since been torn apart by five horses and their entire clan executed.

After settling into a top-tier presidential suite, he sat within a grove surrounded by towering trees, accompanied by the songs of birds and the gentle murmur of a flowing stream. Beneath a parasol, he chatted idly with Sheikh.

The southern region had just been pacified, and there was no guarantee that some righteous souls harboring a grievance might not hold animosity toward Chang Gehang. Xiao Meinang still vividly remembered the previous assassination attempt, and she would absolute not allow history to repeat itself!

Snow seemed to be an elusive symbol belonging exclusively to winter, and it was also what she looked forward to the most every single winter.

Watching Wang Ying’s departing figure, a strange, faint smile lingered at the corner of Yalian’s lips, though it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.

Kou Jing walked in with exceptional elegance, wearing a knitted maxi dress, over-the-knee boots, a fur coat draped over her shoulders, and carrying a black Gucci handbag.

Yet it was clear I had overthought the matter. These dark mists not only possessed magical power, but exceptionally potent magical power at that; it was simply obscured by something, which was why we had failed to notice it earlier.

Luo Yu had not witnessed her heroic prowess in battle, and thus could not comprehend what Mengfan meant by "not needing to dodge." There were seven or eight walking corpses, and judging by his own martial skills, he seemed incapable of dispatching them with such swiftness.

"Who was it the other day..." Ye Feiyang grew angry at the mere thought of him, recalling how deeply he had upset her previously. If she forgave him so easily this time, there was no guarantee it wouldn't happen again.

As for holidays and the like, they amounted to nothing more than call after call from Kou Jing, which annoyed him to death. Aside from that, he truly felt nothing at all.

"How could we have any ulterior motives? If you and Shou Lian want to make a fuss, do it properly, and keep the children far away so neither of you takes your displeasure out on them when you're in a bad mood. Do you have anything else? If not, I'm hanging up." Without waiting for a reply, my father-in-law hung up the phone directly.

Fan Xiaoxi would never allow her son to be a philanderer. She believed that a man, especially a successful man, needed most was not an extraordinarily dazzling company, but a family that would never betray him, no matter what.

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Yet Bai Shu was unwilling. Bai Shu hated Leng Liqin, yet at the same time, she also harbored hatred toward him. Though she used the evidence in her hands to threaten Leng Liqin, it did not mean she liked the idea of him rotting away in prison.

Recalling how he had rushed off in a panic just moments before, she followed close behind him, watching the worry etched across the man’s face as if he had lost something precious, and smiled bitterly at herself.

Along the way, the few of them agreed to have dinner together that evening, making it convenient with whatever excuse if Wang Ni called to check up on them. Zhang Haihao agreed, exchanged parting words with Wu Ziqiang, and left.

A man like this made my heart ache terribly. I couldn't help but gently stroke his face; stubble had grown on his chin, lending him a weathered look. If not for those glowing, deep red eyes, I might have been under the illusion that he was still the original Sheng Shiyao.

Fan Xiaoxi gazed down at her wrist. Back in the car, in her desperate struggle to secure some evidence, she had rubbed her skin raw, and the bruises had yet to fade. It hurt terribly.

I found that I had fallen in love with Sheng Shiyao as he was now—or more precisely, a biased, unconditional love. No matter what he became, even if he turned into a demon, I loved him. Yet the man before me now was pure and carefree, like a blank sheet of paper untainted by any colors.

After all, this was deep within the territory of Miaojiang, where poison-masters and sorcerers were countless. If just a few dozen were to appear, their venomous insects could crush us to death in an instant.

After a deep, soul-shattering kiss that left them breathless, Mo Yichen finally loosened his hold slightly to let Zhong Qing catch her breath.

Knowing her temperament, he had never forced her and had always respected her wishes.

The photograph in the newspaper was extremely blurry, capturing only his profile, yet Lu Yanhe’s slightly furrowed brow had already been indelibly carved into her heart.

On occasion, Tang Jun would feel truly useless. His parents ran a restaurant—it looked glamorous from the outside, but it was backbreaking work. Even his elder sister, both before and after her marriage, was not only a student but also worked a job, often busier than people working full-time.

At this prompt, Tong Anbang’s mind cleared instantly. Filled with profound regret, he turned around and slapped himself twice across the face.

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Qing Ershiqi giggled softly. She wiped away the tears from her face, maintaining a very calm tone as she spoke to him: "You simply calculated my temperament, simply relying on the fact that I..." She did not continue.

Lu Yanhe had reserved a large private room upstairs and invited Gu Nanqiao and Su Jia to join them. Finding no excuse to refuse, Qin Jiaran had no choice but to tag along.

The currency used here by the Spirit Clan differed from modern money as well; printed upon it was the Spirit Clan's Mother Tree.

Just then, a slender arm reached out from behind her, steadying her as she was about to tumble to the ground.

And for this matter to eventually escalate all the way to the Black-Skin Gambling Den—did this signify that someone in the black market was fishing in troubled waters?

If someone had seen her elsewhere at the exact time Chen Xiu'er was murdered, it could serve as proof that she was not the killer. However, with not a single soul to vouch for her alibi, all she could do was attempt to clear her own name of suspicion.

Its head slammed against the rock, yet not a single wound was left. While dodging, Ye Feng continuously hurled stones at its eyes to draw its attention. Before long, the man and the flood dragon had strayed far from the dark cavern.

"I will listen until the day I grow old." Yun Xiao leaned gently and tenderly against his shoulder, a blissful smile blooming across her delicate face.