Chapter 46: Sanctuary of the Saint?

She remembered that although she knew back then the Song family owned a piano store, it eventually ended up in Qingqing's hands and was managed quite well until the accident happened to Qingqing.

Under such circumstances, how could her father possibly abandon everything to be with her, as Nangong Suimeng had wished? As for Nangong Suimeng's later fate, it could only be described as the trickery of destiny. At that time, her father's mind was probably entirely focused on resurrecting her, leaving him completely unable to look after Nangong Suimeng.

Although Xia Mingke was not lazy, she still felt that a plantation of this scale was rather troublesome to manage, primarily because of its sheer size; just walking around the perimeter once was tiring enough.

"Where are there pills that can improve spiritual root aptitude?" Qin Gang did not ask for top-grade Foundation Establishment Pills, which surprised Sanzi a little. Although Foundation Establishment Pills had no practical value for Qin Gang, who had already reached the Foundation Establishment stage, trading top-grade Foundation Establishment Pills for other pills of equal value was still extremely tempting.

The old drunkard only hoped that before then, his periods of sobriety would be as short as possible, because the longer he remained sober, the deeper the agony in his heart would be.

People are prone to forgetfulness, and figures in the public eye are subject to expiration dates. She truly could not expect these people to keep her Shu Dan in their hearts for very many years.

Yan Shuyun and the eight grand masters of the Demonic Path also seemed to have known what kind of person he was all along, stubbornly determined to drive him to a dead end—this was another strange aspect.

"It's fine, my sister isn't afraid of getting fat..." Dongyun Ibuki thought of her sister's massive breasts, which were two sizes larger than her own, and spoke with a somewhat complicated expression.

Zhang Yuxing pulled out his phone, opened Tencent QQ, and clicked on the link sent by Miao Xuran.

"Dad, I want Great-Grandma to come live with us." She knew that for the sake of the Li family's descendants, Great-Grandma had no choice but to sell the land, but she really could not bear to see her sleeping on the couch.

"I'm tired, Ryukyu, let's go. Let's go to a quiet place..." Li Ruo said in an extremely weak voice.

"Good thing you know." Immediately following was Lu Ling's completely temperatureless voice, as he stared at Cheng Yun with a subtle gesture indicating whether they could head downstairs now. Hadn't they seen what they wanted to see?

If one day he attained the status of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, would burning the Main God's avatar with the Six Paths Divine Embers kill the Main God? If even a Main God could be burned to death, what could he obtain from the Main God?

"A little over a hundred brothers sustained minor injuries, and seven brothers died in battle," Wei Yan said excitedly. This was undoubtedly a great victory. As a participant, even though he was not the chief commander, this battle alone was enough to become a military achievement he could proudly boast about to others in the future.

Vast as the world was, even amidst boundless prosperity, all she desired was that single trace of peace. What she did not know was that ever since that man appeared before her eyes, ever since she transmigrated into this world, ever since he cast his gaze upon her, ever since she seized his horse, and ever since they met again at the restaurant, the peace she longed for had already grown infinitely distant.

Those people had only come for the money offered by the Hei family because the bonus was generous, and over at the BOSS's side, the benefits were clearly much better, so those people were more than eager to go there.

Mabo's adorable appearance did not improve Ye Zifan's gloomy mood at all; instead, it made him even more flustered and panicked.

That place was entirely populated by the children of high-ranking officials who were notoriously rotten to the core, yet the school never dared to expel them.

Luo Qingshan looked at her with a meaningful smile, as if he had already known she would come.

Facing the young man's suppressed anger, Yuan Shuo, who usually acted with unbridled madness and recklessness, felt a rare touch of guilt and unusually offered an explanation.

Qiao Chu felt nervous inside, not daring to look at him. She lowered her gaze, staring fixedly at her own awkwardly placed feet.

If the master of the manor were to learn that his wife had suffered such an insult, he would undoubtedly turn these people's lives upside down and leave no peace for their entire household.

Jin Rui's attitude was truly resolute, and Rong Rong felt she might have missed something. Just as she was racking her brains in deep thought, a violent wave of pain struck her once more. For a fleeting second, Rong Rong thought she was going to pass out, but in the end, she simply lay there seeing stars, coughing so hard her lungs ached.

Lin Zhimu was a gentle person who had always been friendly to others. Judging solely by how the witnesses addressed the two men, it was clear his relationship with Lin Zhimu was closer, yet even such testimony remained highly unfavorable to Lin Zhimu.

The aura of this fragment of the soul was exceptionally difficult to grasp, and the auras of the two pieces even differed: one was gentler, while the other seemed to possess a certain resistance toward her spiritual power. Instinctively, she leaned toward the gentler magnetic field and mimicked it, but the moment she approached the other half, her spiritual power was violently rebounded.

When Elder He saw his grandson in such deep grief, his lips moved a few times before he ultimately remained silent. Perhaps at this moment, any comfort offered to him would only be a form of cruelty.

Seeing that Wan Qi's complexion did not look well, Ye Jingshan assumed his domineering-CEO expression and awkwardly stammered.

Having stepped out of the Third Prince's mansion, the Fourth Prince flashed a sneer at the corner of his lips. He did not care whether the Third Prince believed him or not, as long as they had not torn off all pretense of civility. It was simply a pity about those private soldiers; a trace of regret still lingered in the Fourth Prince's heart.

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At that time, she had just transmigrated, and the memories of A-Jiu, the original owner of the body, had not yet been fully integrated. Therefore, all she possessed were the memories of her past life. In her previous life, she had been utterly alone. The most lively festivals like the Lunar New Year were nothing more than a vacation to her. To avoid watching other people's bustling celebrations with cold detachment, she had always chosen to travel abroad.

Hayakawa pragmatically replied that this was simply a fact. Traditional medicine would sooner or later be replaced by modern medicine, something the West had already experienced once before.

This was no longer the excitement of the truth coming to light, but rather a sense of responsibility. After all, the truth coming to light was a tragedy for many, yet it was something they had to face. Still, the truth had to be uncovered.

The closer they got to the Northern Yan Kingdom, the greater their numbers grew, which made things convenient, but completely eliminating scouts was impossible.

The pitch-black corridor cast slender shadows. Amidst the floating dust and light, the military cloak stirred slightly as the man came to a halt.

When it came to singing, Qin Mosheng fell silent. His singing indeed tended to be a bit off-key, but only just a little bit.