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Just as the scene of tender affection was about to deepen, Pegasus’ sudden call for Sasha shattered the ambiguous atmosphere that had just risen between the two. Thus, thoughts returned to civilian technology. Regarding this, Dong Chen’s mind first turned to water purification equipment in this world. What she failed to notice was that not far away, Han Ge had been quietly watching her every move.

“I care little for the fleeting success or failure of any moment,” Yu Le said with a serene smile. “Victory brings joy, defeat is equally delightful. What matters most is that the Hermit of Cangma Mountain will gradually grow through this process, learning the ways of a prosperous life.”

He risked all eight tentacles, slamming the remaining seven against the Nine Dragon Pillar formation.

They finally stopped before a school called Jianan Middle School, the closest secondary school in the area, which housed both junior and senior students.

“Zi Han!” Seeing Ye Zi Han’s pupils stained crimson, obviously once again controlled by the poison of the shikigami, Gong Shaoqing cried out urgently, reaching to lift her into his arms.

He seemed to hold the highest status among the three. Hearing his suggestion, the other two remained silent. The clouds once more emanated a majestic force, carrying countless thunderbolts, rushing forward with a thunderous roar.

The sky, previously swept by wild winds, cleared again, revealing Pan Weihai’s silhouette, hands clasped behind his back, exuding calm composure.

“Qi Meng, time to get up.” Yang Yi entered the bedroom, finding Bai Qimeng curled up in bed, her face half-hidden.

Chen Fan hadn’t paid much attention to the barrage of comments; at this moment, he was digging into a heap of roasted sweet potatoes—or rather, baked persimmons—devouring them heartily.

Taoist priests are often reclusive, hidden away in deep mountains. In the eyes of the old eunuch, Qin Zhiyong was a Daoist master.

Riding in Lin Mochen’s car, they entered the highway and drove all the way to the outskirts. Following the directions given by Ghost Compass, Lin Mochen steered the vehicle onto a rugged mountain road.

“It’s alright. Compared to last New Year’s Eve, it’s better this time; after all, today it’s all fans.” Fans are your own people, while New Year’s had fans from other groups and actual viewers, which was much more nerve-wracking.

That’s why when Yu Qingtong went to meet Yu Ziwei today, Wang Susu was present too. She was there to accompany Yu Qingtong for the business event—originally, Lü Xiaoying was supposed to come as well.

“Stop with the nonsense! Call Liu Kunlin right now! He knows exactly why I’m looking for him!” Lu Ming, who had already called Liu Kunlin several times to no avail, spoke irritably.

Yang Dong and Jia Yu walked side by side back to the office. After chatting briefly, they changed clothes and left the hospital.

Situ Junshu’s newfound conscience was not genuine, for he wasn’t a soft-hearted person. Being a good person is exhausting and entails heavy responsibility—a responsibility that can cost lives.

Although Yu Sheng himself is not so concerned with money, for a veteran like him, the benefits offered by WT are definitely substantial.

When Yan’er awoke, Han Ningbing stopped meditating. She informed Yan’er that a residence had been found, and she could move in at any time, sharing the location. Yan’er agreed softly, then fell silent. Han Ningbing didn’t disturb her and soon left.

He frowned slightly, gazing at the unusually violent inner chaos. Sensing something amiss, he waved his hand, calming the surging earth, water, wind, and fire within, then looked toward the depths of the chaos.

“Go ahead and ask. I’ll tell you everything I know.” Rufeng nodded sincerely, taking another sip of coffee. This time, perhaps already accustomed to the taste, he found the bitterness less intense.

“You want them to see me half-naked?” Tan Chuyan, ignoring her resistance, picked her up and placed her on his lap.

“If you really want to thank me, why not invite me to your home as a guest?” Zhou Jianzhi said with a smile.

World champion, strongest racer, car god—these titles are the dream of any professional driver, and the goals for which Zhang Yifei strives.

“I’ll go to the market as well.” Qiu Shaoliang had children at home and needed to buy some food for them.

The awards ceremony officially began. The host, Chuchu, managed the various awards and performances, all proceeding in an orderly fashion.

Rounding a corner, Han Ningbing suddenly vomited at the sight before him: a vast pool of blood, with a sword hilt protruding from its center. The Ghost King, since approaching the location, had fallen silent, as if deep in thought.

An Su walked quickly over, while Chen Chuxian followed behind, her brow furrowed, glancing back anxiously for reasons unknown.

Too many software programs are seen as greedy parasites; too few, and one feels dissatisfied, thinking technology is being sold too cheaply.

Before coming here, he had thought such a top student would be honest and diligent. The reality was starkly different—he was extremely witty.

Shen Ru was entangled in feelings of anxiety and uncertainty, her imagination running wild. At this moment, she inexplicably felt somewhat insignificant.

“Isn’t it so? I told you to stop, but you kept swallowing those pills!” Yu Qing said helplessly.