Chapter 126: Chocolate

Yet the final result was that, with a stern face, they cleared all the positive reviews, catapulting it directly to the top of the daily character popularity rankings.

Watching her friend’s dejected expression, Julie could only sit on the floor, patting her back as an effort to offer some encouragement. "I don’t know what to say to you; after all, it wasn't me who went through this. If—and I mean if—I were in your shoes, I might have already lost the will to live..." The pressure that had accumulated in her mind for years suddenly found an outlet; after all, Julie had always seemed so lively and passionate, the type who would never...

Despite Wang Yue’s stern demeanor and rigid principles, those who truly knew him understood that he was, at heart, a soft-spoken man.

"In that case, please lead the way, Aunt. Dan Zhu has never been to the Imperial Concubine’s private chambers before." Upon hearing this, Dan Zhu agreed. Su Ruhui’s lips parted as if to speak, a flicker of sorrow crossing her brow, but she remained silent and followed.

Moreover, most surprisingly, although they stood in the black water, their shoes and socks remained unstained.

Everyone froze for a brief moment before returning to the fray—killing, fighting, fleeing, or meeting their ends.

"If I don’t accept it, are you going to say that you can’t make much money in a month driving for a ride-sharing service, and that a single day at the hospital wipes out your earnings?" Jiang Ku suddenly turned and asked.

Just then, the sound of rumbling cannons and gunfire erupted to the northeast of Chifeng, accompanied by the cries of men and the neighing of horses—the sounds of slaughter were incessant.

Ye Leng looked at the sky, pulled herself up by a willow tree, and, guided by He Lan-Yao’s memories, walked toward the Prime Minister’s estate. This body would certainly not survive out here; she had to return, especially since her younger brother was still in the estate.

Qing Xiao observed the cultivators in the main hall. Most of those dressed in finery were merchants, though there were also some lone wolves with impressive strength. So far, however, Qing Xiao had not seen any Underworld cultivators here, so he relaxed his gaze and quietly kept company with Li Xixi.

The 7th and 8th Battalions retreated to the two-to-three-hundred-meter defense line. Regiment Commander Miao said to Li Gui, "People die in war; let’s not dwell on that. Battalion Commander Li, take your men and reinforce the defense line..." Li Gui saluted, accepted the order, and left.

Duo Duo was the same; now, even her own cousin was hardly any different. This made Wang Yue deeply suspicious: did such an esoteric thing as fate truly exist?

Ma Tianqi’s expression was gloomy, his eyes icy. The leader of this mission was Shang Zhou, who possessed the highest martial arts, but Ma Tianqi was the strategist.

Of course, they also knew how their advantage had come to be. It was built entirely upon the over-utilization of Wu Hu.

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and scanned the still-furious high-ranking officials of Konoha. With a determined light in his eyes, he spoke slowly.

Once it reached her stomach, it felt warm, dispelling the chill brought by the cold weather and sweeping away the fatigue from a busy morning of work.

Li Changqing said, enunciating each word clearly. He looked around the room and, bracing his arms, struggled to squat up again. Almost every movement was trembling, as if his body might fall apart at any moment.

Ming Shang You looked at Furuya, who was least adept at communicating with classmates, feeling a bit embarrassed, though Furuya Rei himself seemed indifferent.

Looking at the scoreboard, the Lakers’ lead had already extended to eight points. Wu Hu spread his arms wide and raised them, as if welcoming the baptism of the roaring crowd.

Pushing the door open, Uchiha Yu saw several elders and his father surrounding an object covered by a white cloth, their faces filled with grief and indignation. His heart sank at the sight.

Just as the attendant was about to withdraw, Aini Xide, who had been resting on the throne, slowly opened her eyes and looked toward him.

Sun Wukong glared coldly at Liu Chuang and, with a light flick of his staff, sent him flying.

Gu Dongjue fell silent, slowly sorting and filtering through her words in his mind to determine what could be believed.

By the time he reached the school gate, the sun was high and the heat intense. Lin Chen bought a slice of watermelon by the roadside and strolled toward the school, eating it leisurely.