Fuming with anger

“Competition brings progress, after all. Why should we be afraid? Is our team really so intimidated by others?” Gao Zhanting laughed.

Li felt a pang of guilt when the matriarch brought this up, hesitating as she tried to come up with an excuse.

Fortunately, with the star map in hand, not only did it record the locations of planets with intelligent life, but it also contained coordinates to other worlds—there were countless realms to explore.

The leaders gathered their teams into a defensive formation, holding off the Pandora beasts and their evolved forms, buying time for the mechanical units to attack the force barrier around the Corrupted Giant Tree.

“The Thirteenth Lord gave the order, and naturally I will obey. But has the Thirteenth Lord considered that the Fourth Lord’s side may not…” Cao Yong struggled internally before voicing his concern.

Why was it that when her grandfather was healthy, he left her grandmother to fend for herself on the estate, but now that he was bedridden, he brought her back to care for him?

“You’re here!” Madam Jiang smiled, greeting her son as she settled onto a stone bench beneath the grape arbor.

Back then, the Conqueror of Chu had never thought he would lose the wager, so his promises were made without a second thought.

At this moment, on the fourth-floor balcony of the auction house, Audrey lounged in a chair, sipping tea, while the Bloodnight Star Cat frolicked nearby, waiting on her.

She had first met the Emperor in the twenty-eighth year of Kangxi, that January, when the imperial procession paused in Suzhou. She was only fourteen then, just blossoming into womanhood.

At dawn, the Emperor donned gilded silver armor, with a blue cloak trimmed in white and embroidered with azure clouds. Perhaps it was the colors, but as he sat calmly astride his horse on the steppe, he seemed like a patch of the purest sky.

Shen Wan said nothing. Suddenly, Concubine Ruo’s eyes lit up as she spotted someone behind Shen Wan and, forgetting her composure, ran over. Shen Wan and Concubine Duan turned to see Xi Chen slowly approaching.

“You—” From this close, Lin Xin heard every word Xu Xiang said, but before she could retort, someone interrupted her.

Once again they spoke in unison. Lin Wei, standing not far away, stopped in her tracks. Was this man truly so concerned about her?

“Your Majesty need not trouble yourself. I shall explain everything to General Xue,” Fan Lihua said with a bow.

While everyone else was still immersed in the joy of reunion, Wuguo quietly accepted an invitation of great significance away from prying eyes.

The Rainbow Dragon and the Prismatic Holy Dragon are quite similar, in fact, connected in some ways. The main distinction is that the former possesses a balanced mastery of multiple magical elements, while the latter specializes solely in light magic—a difference between versatility and focused expertise.

“Damn it!” was the red-haired man’s final thought before a powerful soul force invaded, piercing his sea of consciousness with overwhelming might.

Futaba hesitated, and with his slight movement, the branch trembled. Only then did he recall that his relationship with her had to remain secret. No matter how much he wished to proclaim it to the world, for Sakura’s future, he had to restrain himself.

Without a doubt, the young man poured out the soup, scooped fresh water from the vat, and set it back on the stove, intending to make another pot of sweet rice dumplings.

Since the land was bathed in the essence of plants, the spiritual energy of the world had grown pure and abundant, and everyone’s cultivation advanced at an astonishing pace.

Children who hadn’t had PE in ages ran wild across the school grounds, wings unfurled like birds set free.

Peering into the lake, it was shallow and crystal clear, the bottom covered in deep green moss—beautiful and clean.

After more than a day apart from his wife, as soon as the military duties were done, he drove straight over without even changing his clothes.

Yang Zhi finally set her doubts aside, convinced her recent exhaustion had made her overly suspicious.

Qingyue shook her head. Her so-called second uncle—there were no words strong enough to describe his depravity.

The next day dawned bright and clear, the air tinged with the scent of earth and the unique, damp freshness after rain.

Mist curled in the air, and inside, faint white smoke drifted from the incense burner, disappearing as it rose.

He was something of a recluse, passionate about film and anime, especially Japanese manga, and was just looking for a new show when he noticed a featured promotion.

This was not He Yunhan’s forte, but he still tried his best to gather clues, then passed everything to Yang Mi, the sharpest mind among them.

In her recent conversation with her second sister-in-law, Li Xiuhe, Shen Rong’er realized how deep the affection was between her and Li Cheng.

In those days, people always sought treatment for their illnesses, no matter how poor they were. There was no hiding or avoiding doctors—that was society’s creed.

All income was claimed by Tengxun Music; He Yunhan would not see a single coin, not even a guaranteed minimum. It was as if he had given it away for nothing.

At that moment, everyone’s eyes were on He Yunhan—not just Teacher Guo and Uncle Yu, but also the staff on site and all the live-stream viewers.

At two in the afternoon, as soon as the boat docked, Sifa jumped onto the pier and went straight to the ticket office. There weren’t many people at the window. Once the two ahead of him finished, it was his turn.

Ji Yue lifted her gaze to the red star, the corner of her mouth curving in a cold smile. With both hands, she drew her sword before her chest.

Prison was truly unfit for anyone. Xia Ying’s parents, along with Wang Miaomiao’s mother, came to take them home.