Let us form a Mujica band.
Although no matter what is said in the dream world of the dream tapir, Xiangzi in reality will not remember it upon waking, it is enough that Chuhua understands her true feelings.
Isn't the greatest fear for a person to be abandoned in loneliness?
Before Xiangzi appeared, her world was engulfed in darkness, with no light in sight. Shadows surrounded her, all taller than she was, blocking her view of the light. She had thought she would spend her entire life in this darkness.
He decided to make a trip to the provincial capital, hoping to leverage its power to completely eradicate Lin Yuan’s underworld forces.
Before Chen Shuang could respond, the door knocked again. He released his grip, signaling Chen Shuang to open the door.
From the other end of the phone came Zheng Xia’s groggy voice—naturally, she was not yet awake at this hour.
The situation had deteriorated to such a sorry state; what else was there left to care about?
Whether the police would suspect the missing footage from that period, or whether they would suspect someone else had entered and harmed Yun Lianfeng—how the two involved would explain it—was no longer Cao Yue’s concern.
“What are your plans?” Hui Ruxin’s tone was hesitant. If Liang Dong’s words were true, then all her previous actions had been under surveillance, and the orders had come from one of the people she trusted most.
And so, she kept failing and kept trying. After perhaps hundreds of failures, Qin Xianglian was finally able to float on the water’s surface; she could even swim a meter or two.
Watching the fireworks burst at the South Gate, Jiang Wei could no longer restrain himself. He wanted to rush over but counseled himself to be patient, yet his feet gradually moved toward that direction of their own accord.
Is making money enjoyable? That’s a given—who wouldn’t be happy making money, unless they were a fool?
When Totoro woke up, Fang Chen’s yacht had already crossed the Pacific Ocean and entered South America. Under the pretext of having discovered a treasure in the Amazon, Changsheng steered toward the most primal and perilous forest on Earth.
Fang Chen knew exactly what the demonic cultivators were searching for, but when it came to the secrets of the Hundred Herbs Wonderland, he would not reveal a single detail.
Fang Chen was frustrated—he had sent Changsheng into the mortal world, yet somehow he had turned into such a greedy character.
In truth, this was a critical step taken by Lu Fan in establishing his empire—securing the Pearl Base was an absolute must.
This was an ancient and vast city, unlike other ancient cities in that all its buildings were constructed of stone. The layout appeared irregular, evoking a sense of desolation and antiquity.
But it was ignorant even of such methods and so naturally never considered whether it was worth trying.
Jin Zongyuan’s body trembled violently, his eyes gradually clouding with murderous intent. Suddenly, he slammed his palm against a nearby wooden pillar and shouted furiously, “Yuan Mou’an, immediately deploy troops and storm the royal palace! Kill Wei Chuyan and Wei Zijing—avenge the Second General!”
However, Liang Yu was not overly surprised. Though her spiritual flame had nine colors, in reality, she only emphasized two or three attributes. It wasn’t that one could simply choose when cultivating; it depended on what truly suited oneself.
The downstream canal’s mouth continuously discharged floodwaters from upstream into Fuxian Lake, yet compared to the rushing torrent from upstream, this canal’s mouth appeared narrow indeed.
The Yiran tribe was entrenched in the east like fierce wolves, watching intently from that side. They had previously colluded with Yang Xiao. Now that the royal court was in peril, what if Yiran led troops westward?
Though he chose to align with Zhu Yuanzhang, the middle-aged Bao An did not agree with Zhu’s definitive statements deep in his heart.
“Sanmei, don’t move from here. I’ll give it a try.” Releasing Hu Shan, the girl understood he was about to dismantle the demon array. She nodded and stepped back.
The old man sighed deeply: “Where the sword exists, the man exists; when the sword is destroyed, the man perishes! He no longer has the face to live in this world… Though he can’t kill you, he can kill himself!” When he said this, his expression was filled with pride.