That tiny little thing, barely worth mentioning.

Although Wen Ran’s hair was dry and frizzy, it was meticulously combed; no matter how carefully she cared for it, it no longer possessed the smoothness and shine it once had. She tugged at the corner of her lips, striving to maintain her composure, yet her hand trembled uncontrollably.

She stepped into the study.

Raising her hand to push aside the female secretary, she barely extended it before her hand was grasped. The secretary, newly graduated from university, possessed no remarkable work experience, nor was she particularly capable, but she had a strikingly cool appearance.

“I don’t drink,” Ximen Jinlian shook her head, her gaze lingering on the surrounding flowers—mostly roses in all colors, with lilies and tulips interspersed. There were so many flowers, it seemed as though an entire florist’s shop had been emptied just for this.

Still, she knew secrets that even Feng Yiheng did not, and with Cheng Xi’s protection, Chi Wan felt some peace of mind.

“I’ve been searching for you ever since I recovered, wandering the place where we first met, but I never saw you again. Luckily, I remembered your scent, and that’s how I finally found you.” He completely ignored what I had just said.

Everyone knows about bats, and most have heard tales of blood bats—creatures that feed exclusively on the blood of humans or animals—but these were stories, never witnessed firsthand. The thought of so many bats gathered together that they could blot out the light in an instant, leaving not a single glimmer, sent a chill through Han Wei and the others.

“If you want to get through, I’m afraid it won’t be easy. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have come to me,” Ye Mo said calmly.

Ximen Jinlian was about to reply when Lin Xuanlan interjected, “Master Xu, let’s discuss this in your office.” Although he had no reason to worry about his jade processing factory, the jade piece belonging to Ximen Jinlian was simply too valuable for him to let his guard down.

The director, full of gratitude, personally escorted the two out, earnestly begging Zhou Mengyun once more to agree to help take care of Mingxue.

The divine core of the Wolf-Tiger God in Ye Mo’s hand gleamed a brilliant gold, flawless and perfectly whole—the very picture of perfection.

At this moment, the spiritual tree within his mind bore ten leaves, enabling him to divide into ten avatars. Including the one meditating in the Idle Cloud and Wild Crane technique, he had reached the limit.

He looked at Duan Yu, whose face was deathly pale, and clearly saw that Duan Yu’s right arm hung limply at his side—it appeared to have been crippled.

He followed the directions indicated by the Imagination Engine, his gaze growing cold and feverish. Slowly, he crouched down, and his right arm transformed into the recoilless cannon from his first full-body weapon transformation.

Looking pitiful and delicate, she was held in the arms of the young man from Xirong, while her own hidden worry burned inside her like a raging fire.

Don’t think she didn’t know—after ten days or half a month of constant quarrels, Ji Shuhan’s sharp tongue had reached new heights. The moment she opened her mouth, she unleashed a verbal bombardment, as if determined to insult the whole world.

“People used to be terrified when they came here, but you’re different—you’re so calm,” the man said.

Night had fallen, and that familiar presence was so close. Mu Cheng’s chin rested on her hair, his hand hesitating only for a moment before he pulled her tightly into his embrace.

Half past ten. Yuchi Ran glanced at the clock on the wall, then reflexively looked at the door. The corridor outside was quiet, and not a sound came from the neighboring room. Yet just as his gaze dropped, he saw a shadow flicker beneath the crack of the door.

Who would have thought that after such a passionate love, and a hatred that tore at the soul, what followed would be a plain and simple life—and in this simplicity, two children were already growing?

The youth was not quite dead yet, glaring with anger. Fang Zheng landed another punch to send him on his way, then finally turned and walked toward the town.

In reality, that massive stone was not so inconspicuous. It was only that, amid the dark landscape of black, red, and purple, it seemed less important.

The National Champion of the Weihai City Swordsmanship Tournament! Even Su Xuan was taken aback, casting a look of surprise at Li Aichuan. Though Su Xuan had long sensed something unusual beneath Li Aichuan’s unassuming exterior, he never imagined that Li Aichuan would prove to be so extraordinary.