Chapter 64: Love is the Ultimate Confidence

When Wen Miaohan used to write novels, she detested the trope of the untouchable white moonlight above all else. Since what is unattainable is always stirring up trouble, she would simply let Cao Ye's white moonlight fall right into his arms, and then see if he would still love the other person just as much.

By the time the Cao family's business plummeted into absolute ruin, without the backing of the Cao family, Cao Ye would no longer be able to live the pampered life of a wealthy young heir. By that time, regret would inevitably creep into his mind, and he would wonder what it would have been like if he had not married his white moonlight, but instead chosen the wealthy and powerful young lady of the Wen family.

Before they knew it, they had walked up onto a platform, and a mini television-shaped machine flew over, humming softly.

"Wait, that's not right. What if Lingling is also a piece of equipment with special attributes? What if she's a summonable shikigami or something like that?" Thinking of this, Wei Liheng hurriedly unlocked his phone again and tapped on the sheepskin scroll.

Today, she had changed into a light yellow, embroidered, chest-high ruqun, draped in a thin, silky gauze that accentuated her graceful and curvaceous figure to perfection.

Hearing Ye Yu's words, Ye Tianhao wore an expression of utter disdain, believing them to be far too conservative. What good could possibly come from dividing the realm in half?

"Junior Sister," Li Liangfeng said, startled, instantly realizing that this was her way of telling him and the others to retreat and appease their master. No doubt she believed that, relying on her own cleverness, she would be able to escape from within this Demonic Flame Sect.

With Natasha cooperating, Wei Liheng got up from the sofa, helplessly scooped her into his arms, carried her over to the window, and pushed it open.

By the edge of a lake surrounded by dense trees, they were pleasantly surprised to discover numerous traces of cars and tents.

"Fine! Since you leave me no choice, you brought this upon yourselves! Don't blame me for extracting your souls and torturing you slowly!" Ye Fan sighed, waved his hand, and prepared to strike.

Jiang Xuanqing took several deep breaths, lowered the hand that wasn't holding the phone, and gently rested it atop Ning Yao's head.

His gaze was profoundly warm, and when he looked at her like this, it possessed a bewitching power that compelled her to trust him and lean on him for support.

Approaching the graveyard, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, I offered those people a tight, humorless smile before turning my gaze toward the decently dressed middle-aged man.

At that moment, seeing the green ghost suffer a setback, the red ghost let out a strange screech and lunged forward as well. My great-grandfather had just managed to sit up from the ground and hadn't even had time to stand when he seized the opportunity to lash out at the red ghost's legs with a willow branch.

Pei Yange sat by the window, watching the fireworks bursting into various shapes below, an irrepressible smile playing on her lips. Her peach-blossom eyes held a hint of sly cunning.

Prompted by Deng Ye's intervention, Tong Zhixin immediately turned around and glared fiercely at him. At the same time, Han Zhong seemed to snap out of his daze all at once; he shook his head, looking at Tong Zhixin in utter disbelief, hardly daring to believe what had just transpired.

She pressed tightly against his body, holding him in an overbearing embrace like a child terrified of losing a beloved toy.

Xu Chengye seemed lost in thought, his fingers lightly tapping against the armrest of the sofa. The steady, measured rhythm of the taps made the atmosphere gradually grow heavier and more solemn.

Romance is predestined by the heavens, yet I prefer to seize fate with my own two hands. They say that human effort is what determines the outcome; how can one simply resign oneself to heaven's will before exhausting all human endeavor?

The flood dragon's eyes split with rage, but at that very moment, the Dragon God's ultimate skill was unleashed. A gigantic treant suddenly materialized a wooden colossal spear in its hands. Controlling the treant, the Dragon God drove the massive spear directly and precisely into the flood dragon's maw, drawing a miserable, piercing howl from the beast.

The gloomy man's chest collapsed, and he hit the ground like a tattered sack of grain. His eyes bulged as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, while saliva, tears, and mucus sprayed from his face.

"Heh, I happen to be the finest bard in all of Teyvat! From the heavens above to the earth below, from the past to the future, there is nothing I do not know!" Venti patted his chest with absolute confidence, wearing a thoroughly smug expression.

Under the dark and gloomy gazes of Xu Qiang and Li Bo, Chen Qian did not want to stay even a single minute longer; she stumbled away in a panic.

The grand banquet hall reserved at the Bilibili-booked hotel was currently being decorated. At the end of the year, major companies frequently hosted banquets and events, so it was fortunate they had reserved it a month in advance.