45. The Sun’s Lingering Warmth

Meng Taotao's fragile self-esteem was entirely sustained by sheer willpower in the present moment. Even though she believed Zhao Xiaoya would not go around gossiping or passing it on, it still meant that the thing Meng Taotao cared about most had just been punctured like a balloon.

Li Dan was not surprised. During the few dozen minutes of waiting backstage, the company had already sent word that this artist was to be cultivated as a top priority, allowing her to freely choose her mentor.

Yet now, these people were telling her that these corn cobs were selling for three hundred yuan a catty. This was simply a fairytale.

Song Zhi glanced around and noticed that Meteor had slipped out at some point. Leaning over, she planted a kiss on Shen Baiyan's cheek.

"Blue Ice, how is it? Can you pull it off?" Luo Yan switched his voice channel to the other end and asked.

This task wasn't originally accepted by him, but by Su Ran. Zeng Lu had a good relationship with Su Ran and dragged him along. Seeing that he was the only male cultivator in the group, a sense of superiority unconsciously swelled within him.

She was hardly Shen Qianshan. Shen Qianshan's beast-drawn carriages all bore the Shen family crest, and the interiors were immensely luxurious and spacious. They commanded attention wherever they rolled, and anyone could tell at a glance that they belonged to a member of the Shen family, nor did he ever make any attempt to conceal it.

"No, these are Nine-Turn Water Lotus Seeds." Hearing that he had genuinely mistaken them, Chu Yao corrected him first before asking him to find a basin of water.

As Lin Pengfei's words fell, the "Magic Iron Hoe" hidden inside his ear flew out and, at Lin Pengfei's command, began to grow larger and larger.

"Do you like it?" Shen Baiyan's voice turned inexplicably husky, sounding even deeper and more solemn.

Su Junhua was never one to engage in a losing proposition. If he were to toil away bitterly on the Snake Exhibition Park project for a whole year only for all the earnings to be pocketed by Wang Baoshan from the village while he himself got nothing—even having to dip into his own pocket to cover shortfalls—he would never do such a thing.

With a deafening crash, Alte, whose controls she was still unfamiliar with, had no time to react before being violently pinned to the ground by a Vajra, the sole weapon in her mecha's hand cleanly severed into two pieces.

At that moment, the emergency room doors swung open, and Ji Zeyuan hurried forward, gazing anxiously at the doctor.

Newly joined employees would be granted company equity after three full years of service. Furthermore, the longer their tenure and the greater their contribution, the higher their equity share would be, allowing them to share in even greater returns.

In an instant, the entire corridor erupted like a volcanic eruption; terrifying flames devoured everything in their path, and the powerful shockwave of the explosion even shoved the heavy shipping containers behind the Master Chief back by several meters.

Because she could always manage to submit her manuscripts two months in advance, leaving ample time for discussion. While saying this, she placed another five or six previously accumulated chapters right in front of Yuya Asanaga.

After launching a raid on a location, they would never linger; turning right around, they would vanish instantly, leaving behind only a sea stained crimson with blood.

Rather, it felt somewhat like a romance novel imbued with historical battlefield elements, reflections on the state of the world, and national responsibility—echoing the sentiment of "worrying about the world's troubles before others do, and enjoying its pleasures only after others have."

She knew Rong Shaozhen disliked her meeting Xiao Yu, but she was merely concerned about Xiao Yu and hadn't expected Rong Shaozhen to fly into such a rage. She was simply having a proper meal in broad daylight with Xiao Yu without doing anything to compromise his dignity; was it really necessary to make such a fuss?

Xuanwei nodded inwardly, offering gentle guidance only when Ruoshui made omissions or errors during her diagnoses.

Clearly, the individuals sent by Prince Zheng had now been marginalized by him. He had thrown the gates wide open, allowing those who sought to pry to see everything clearly, letting them all enter the estate, gather together, and tear into one another through internal strife. This, in turn, made things much more convenient for him.

"Sister Su, as long as I want to, can I?" Lan Xingyan pondered for a moment before quietly tossing the question back to her.

A while ago, the Tartar soldiers wiped out three county towns in a single sweep; such bestial atrocities delivered a profound shock to the fighters of the Li Qi army.

On the previous day, after Liu Dalong left, Liu Yujiao accompanied the nun up the mountain. Halfway there, the nun handed her some water. Unsuspecting, she drank it and immediately lost consciousness. She awoke in the early hours of the morning in an unfamiliar room, her clothes in disarray and a man sleeping beside her—none other than Gao An, who had just escorted her back.

Once Luo Ling recited a poem, only sparse applause followed. The other maidens naturally refrained from clapping, leaving only a few gentlemen.

The barbarians were furious yet dared not take any action. They were a defeated nation, a vassal state, and moreover, they had been the ones to kill the Third Prince of the Liuyin Kingdom first. Even if they wished to pursue the matter, their hands were tied.

Jun Moxuan disembarked from the vehicle alongside her, handing the keys over to a valet who immediately rushed off to park the car.

Jing Yu heard every word distinctly. Under normal circumstances, she would have long since jumped up to argue the point, but she had grown accustomed to laziness lately and felt reluctant to get up. Half-asleep, she wrapped her arms around the large head resting against her shoulder and muttered sleepily.

It was only later that he gradually came to understand his master's plight—not only the endless internal friction within the sect driven by his obsession with cultivation, but also the twists and turns of life that had torn husband, wife, father, and son apart in different corners of the world for nearly two decades. The immense pressure hidden beneath his master's seemingly calm exterior was something no ordinary person could bear.

"I think you're asking for a beating! Gu Yuxing, hurry up and bring Xu Mo over!" Lin Qingle began to grow anxious upon hearing this.

So close was the distance that she could clearly see the shifting play of light in the depths of his eyes, without missing the slightest fraction.

"Drunken Orchid of a Thousand Days"—a colorless and odorless chronic poison that, when mixed into food, was exceedingly difficult to detect. Once ingested, it caused neither pain nor sensation, leaving the victim's behavior entirely indistinguishable from that of a normal person.

Helpless, since matters had already progressed to this point, Sun Ming had no retreat left. He could only harden his scalp and continue.

Such people always existed, and those individuals lacked General Xuande's foundation and had no need to concern themselves with whatever General Xuande might do.

In other words, if it were to happen all over again, whether his men could manage to charge alive all the way to the side of the siege towers and battering rams was a matter of sheer coin toss.

She closed the door and stepped outside with impeccable etiquette, leaving only myself in the vast chamber. At that moment, even Shuying could only stand guard outside the door of the bridal chamber.

Back then, he had been filled with burning passion, voluntarily heading down to the countryside to support rural construction, but when he later wanted to leave, he found himself unable to do so, trapped there for several long years.

Upon returning to the Third Prince's Mansion, the conversation between Princess Yiyang and Du Ruyin lingered stubbornly in my mind. It was abundantly clear that their target was undoubtedly Nan Chengyao.

Not long after entering the elevator, Fourth Brother also emerged from Chu Yuxuan's apartment, waiting for about half a minute before pressing the elevator button.

Hu Qiang patted Da Cheng's shoulder with deep satisfaction, and Da Cheng turned back with a smile to say a few words to him.

One had to know that although the abbot of the Shaolin Sect was a master of great mercy, who else could truly be calling the shots besides Senior Brother Wuliang?