67 Blind Date?

Over the past half month, the ever-anxious Chen Youyi was finally able to relax a little. Now that the plant had begun to sprout leaves, as long as she took good care of it, there was a good chance it would grow into a Sichuan pepper tree.

The man in the black jacket struggled, but Rhine still kept her grip tight around his throat, showing no intention of letting go. A bead of hot sweat trickled down her forehead, but the outcome was already clear.

The maple grove returned to silence once more. A young man in dark robes stepped out from behind a pavilion pillar, casting a sidelong glance at the receding group before turning his gaze back to the lake.

Perhaps one day she would confess and share her secret with Qin Ziheng—but not now.

"Say no more... Xuan, I promise you... I will never let you wither away in this bitter, desolate desert," Xuerong said, clutching my cold hands tightly.

With a thunderous crash, icicles collided, shattering upon impact and raining down like a hailstorm.

In such a chaotic environment, knocking on someone else's door without warning was considered rude. Most people who knocked unannounced were criminals.

Gradually, Gene's vision returned and the burning pain faded. He watched as the person in front of him entered a quiet underground tea shop where there were no cameras.

"Alright, go apologize to Sister Molian and let that be the end of it," Moyu sighed and said.

Huo Yuncheng and his more than ten bodyguards all lay beaten on the ground, bruised and swollen, unable to get up again.

He had drunk several glasses in a row, and as he drank, dizziness overwhelmed him. He found an empty sofa to lie down and rest, and from that moment on, he had no memory of what happened next—not even how he made it back to his room.

During his years as a mercenary around the world, he had seen all kinds of enemies—never had anyone dared to treat him with such disregard.

As the foundation of people's livelihood, as the primary material guarantee for survival, grain played a vital role in every disaster or catastrophe.

There was no longer any sign of Wang Shuo and his companions. Even with all the scanners activated, no trace of them could be found.

Ye Fei had no time to learn what disaster had struck the Dragon Nation so severely that the entire country was mobilized in response. As soon as he returned, he threw himself into designing the Wall Project.

Princess Yunzhi blinked her beautiful eyes, squatted beside the bucket, and carefully examined the goldfish.

"Wow!" Tang Qinqin's sobs were thick with tears. Outsiders joined in the scolding, and the jailer spread their words, sending Wu the secretary to consult the legal advisor and see how Magistrate Lin would judge the case.

In the wake of the battle, the entire hall, once like a fairyland, was left in ruins by Di Xin and the eight martial artists: shattered glass everywhere, ornamental fish writhing on the floor, deprived of water.

As soon as he got home, the prince summoned him. Hearing that Wang Yin had returned, he guessed there must be news from the capital; otherwise, the prince would not have called for him.

"He's inside forging iron. What's the matter, village chief?" Tang San approached the elder respectfully and greeted him.

But after a moment, his body grew warm, his vital energy began to surge, and all his previous exhaustion vanished.

It wasn't just that he wanted to see the desperate tears and hopeless resignation of the dying refugees on the ground—he also wanted to observe the man before him, caught in a dilemma, torn and uneasy, in his moment of wretchedness.

At that moment, he spat rudely and insulted him, "Shut your filthy mouth! Why did I tie you up? Don't you know yourself?"

After all, this person was known in rumors from a previous life for being excessively uninhibited—sleeping on Qian Ning's thigh, sharing beds with Jiang Bin and Wang Qiong, always eager to share a bed with others if he liked them. Qin Shao was still a little concerned.

As it hurtled backward, it let out a roar. A vertical eye opened on its brow, emitting a blinding white light. Then a bronze compass, shrouded in chaos, slowly forced its way out from the eye like a bamboo shoot breaking through the earth.

She had done it deliberately—in the photo, she had intentionally tilted the camera a little, so that half of Xue Changdong's body, most prominently his hand, appeared in the picture beside her.

Her methods of cultivating soul power at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well had been too crude, leaving her foundation unstable and hollow. This celestial herb was just what she needed to repair and stabilize her base.

Bai Xi summoned all fifty-eight university students from Niuluo Village and eighteen from Xiaxin Village.

The Nine-Spirit Saint, wielding a massive spiked mace, led fifty thousand fierce demon soldiers to the First Heaven of the Celestial Realm—Taihuang Huangzeng Heaven.

Besides, as a divine pet, its status was different now—of course it wanted to show off its abilities.

The laboratory was completely under his control, filled with countless vital items. How could Jincheng possibly let anyone enter so casually?

Seeing Ji Ruxue collapsed awkwardly on the bed, she quickly went over to help her up and waited on her as she washed.

Sun Wukong was still convulsing and coughing up blood. When he saw Six-Ears, all manner of rage, grief, and other emotions burst forth from his eyes.

If a wraith's soul was dispersed, there would be no chance of reincarnation. It would suffer in the underworld forever, enduring endless loneliness, sorrow, and torment.

"Alright, then!" Liao Zishang could never bear to listen to his eldest brother lecture him endlessly. Knowing he couldn't win the argument, he surrendered obediently.

At the top of the painting were four large characters. They were written in a proper, upright script, but no one present could recognize them.

After stopping, a flash of severity passed through Zheng Zhong's eyes. The Sky-Splitting Mantis flew out, closely followed by the Li Dragon Sword.

Meng Cangyun was not lacking in talent; it was simply that, for her age, her internal strength was still far from sufficient.

"It's all well and good, but that resentment still festers. The Sun family is on edge now, fearing my third brother will seek revenge," said Prince Jinxi with a frown.

Whenever the matchmaking banquets came around, the father-son relationship always grew tense. Jian Zijun knew the old man wanted him to mediate between them.

If Wei Tuo said such things, it would tarnish their camaraderie as sovereign and subject—even if only a little, it would hurt their bond. So, though he understood, he could only remain silent, whereas Pei Xi could speak openly.

This was the real reason he had put off dealing with Arik until today. As a patrolman, he lacked confidence when confronting a mid-level Armenian gangster running a fully legal strip club.