I tricked my eldest daughter into coming over for you.

Diyan gripped his long spear, clad in a thin yet winterproof suit, imposing and composed, his entire being suffused with an indescribable majesty as one transformed by serpents.

Surrounded by mercenaries, he stepped through the Ji family manor at a slow pace, following a trail of blood.

The lavish decor had been smashed to pieces by violence, the floor a scene of utter ruin.

Just moments before, Old Master Ji had been beaten by a few rioters.

He looked as though recovering from a grave illness, his face still marked by bruises and livid discoloration, appearing like some bullied and miserable old man.

Yang Ruoqing took up her seal, pressed it into the red ink, and stamped a vivid crimson mark beneath the list.

And so, Luo Baobao, who had been patiently waiting all along for Yang Ruoqing to finish stringing the candied fruit, finally lost her temper and burst into tears while perched on Luo Fengtang’s shoulder.

Although they knew the third girl could not possibly stay and play for long, leaving Liu Xueyun alone on that side would not do either.

However, after Situ Ling met Lan Bo alone, there was no unusual reaction. He still called before midnight every night to say good night and go to sleep, and after waking, he would still call the other person once before getting up.

Five years later, she who had once been the bride was now preparing her best friend’s wedding gown. The shattered feast of a wealthy household, the ruinous storm, the utterly despairing turn away—only to meet the figure of him standing with his hands behind his back.

When she reached the doorway, snow was falling from the leaden sky. A cold wind rushed in, making everyone shiver.

"Ares, I have my reasons for doing this," Fang Zitao said with a cold laugh, his mind already seized by the deity within him.

Lingru Wei pinned all the badges she had just bought onto Wu Junlin’s clothes, then shook her head and took them off again, changing their positions over and over, thinking no arrangement looked right. There was already a picture on the front, and adding the badges on top somehow seemed discordant.

Every day she hid in her room and said nothing. Sometimes she even walked without a sound, then suddenly appeared out of nowhere, her gaze perpetually icy. It frightened the servants terribly. And she kept wearing a white dress all the time, which made her seem even more eerie and terrifying.

"As for Mu Yang’s words, I think you understood them too. If you are clever, then leave. Hurry up and handle your paperwork and get out of here." After Mu Yang left, the principal coldly said these words and no longer paid any attention to Lin Yuhan.

She had always understood what Gu Qianyi’s father meant, but she also believed in Gu Qianyi. In the end, he would surely be able to handle such a matter.

Lin Feng wore a sullen expression, and on his head still stood that tuft of hair that had been singed black in the very second by the flames suddenly released by Chi Xi. Dark circles hung beneath his eyes; it was obvious he had barely slept at all that night.

But a pair of feet could never outrun a four-wheeled vehicle. That paper car drew nearer and nearer to me, until it was practically right before my eyes. I could even make out the eerie, ferocious smile at the corners of the paper figure’s mouth.

"This, this, this—I've changed my mind. I want to marry you!" Wang Qingque gazed at her with a mixture of longing and shyness.

What she disliked was merely her in-laws’ character. Though every word sounded polite enough, the hidden barbs inside them were enough to make her back ache.

"It’s just like the electric current generated by friction, compared with the lightning formed in the sky," the golden phantom added.

Upon the couch reclined a man in splendid robes. Though dressed like a Mongol and given a touch of ruggedness by it, nothing could conceal that radiant elegance of his. His eyes were closed as if in sleep, faint lines resting at their corners, yet he remained a handsome, dashing man.

After speaking, the driver took a crowbar from beneath the seat and told us not to get out of the car. Then he carried it toward the Santana parked ahead.

The Wind-and-Rain Demon Arts were taught by the Heavenly Fiend Alliance. They favored fierce, powerful strikes, each move vicious and devastating, but they consumed internal energy at an extreme rate.

"Cough, cough..." Ye Wen felt as though every bone in his body had shattered. He lay on the ground, unable to move at all, yet a strained and ugly smile still tugged at his face.