(129) Males are often cunning and deceitful.

"I just arrived." Liang Zuan dared not expose the young girl’s embarrassing mishap. What if he provoked her and she stopped talking to him?

"Is this a small snack?" He feigned ignorance, reached out to pick up a piece, and sniffed it. It smelled of putty powder. Right—when he was renovating the cellar during the girl's hibernation period, he must have casually put the leftover putty into an empty flour sack...

"This—" At this moment, Ashui finally understood the true meaning of Lu Tianchong's name: Tianchong, indeed naturally hot-tempered.

Yang Jian nodded and leaped into the spatial rift. Once he entered, the rift automatically sealed itself.

People rarely cherish what comes too easily; therefore, to facilitate Zhao Zilong’s "fishing plan," Guo Xueqin had deliberately raised the threshold for cooperation.

"Ancestor Zhunti, I advise you to surrender. Medicine Master said that you are, after all, his mentor. As long as you surrender, we will strip you of your powers and spare your life," the World-Transcending Buddha said in a deep voice.

"I am thinking about how to strengthen our defenses. I have offended quite a few people lately; what if some evildoers come when I am not home?" Xia Fan voiced his concerns.

Shangguan Rou said softly, "Qianqiu, these things must be said. If we hide them, it won't be long before they are revealed. Are you really going to make me take these secrets to the grave?" Liu Qianqiu’s face was filled with a fierce aura, but fearing the martial arts of the Eight Elders, he merely snorted and remained silent.

Self-talk used to express joy is not strange when repeated a few times in a short period. However, it is not quite normal to repeat it again after a long interval.

A charming, wicked smile appeared on Su Yusheng's face. His previously pale features suddenly flushed like peach blossoms, giving the impression of a gentle spring breeze.

Not long after Gu Xingluo announced the start of the competition, Wang Mei, ranked eleventh, and Yang Yufeng, ranked twelfth, began to issue their challenges.

In truth, while Wei Bin was frowning over the interests of the aristocratic clans, Duan Ye very much wanted to suggest the imperial examination system. Yet, he held back time and again. Duan Ye could not hand over such a powerful weapon capable of completely altering history; this could be considered a bit of selfishness on his part.

"Why do you ask?" Wang Feng, who had not yet realized that his clairvoyant ability made him seem prophetic in front of Nanaiko, asked in return.

"Are we really going there?" Seeing Wang Feng steering the car toward the Royal Hotel, Tang Yun said with some uncertainty.

Scratching his head in embarrassment, Song Zheng stood up straight, gently pulled Qiang'er up, and walked to the table. He first picked up a glass of wine, placed it in Qiang'er's hand, and then picked up a glass for himself.

Le Qi, watching Mu Qingya’s expression from the side, felt happy for her and quickly joined Le Qin in serving the prepared fruit and tea.

With this connection established, I have nothing to worry about. All I need to do now is wait for the fruit to ripen.

The shouting echoed through the hall with a rhythmic cadence, rising wave upon wave like the surging tide. Lin Tianfan smiled inwardly; damn it, this was exactly the effect he wanted.

The alliance meeting did not last long before it concluded, and as for the results—there were effectively none. Lasveya had long since anticipated such an outcome.

Perhaps she had already finished walking, and when she turned back and didn't see him, she just kept going, not even answering her phone. Was that it? Lin Tianfan dared not think any further.

Qin Yong was not incompetent; he could roughly guess the thoughts of the soldiers under his command, or if not, he could learn them from the rumors spreading privately among the ranks. His own flagship, the *Radiance*, had the most rumors of all.

Qin Bin stood firmly on the ground, his feet planted in a balanced stance. His eyes, filled with a resolute light, looked toward the rolling dark clouds in the sky, where thunder and lightning continued to brew, as if determined not to stop until they had struck him down.