Day 17: My Brother Loves Me Too Much

On the sword hilt, the names of one hundred and eighteen warriors were inscribed in a magnificent, flowing script, each bearing an unparalleled sword intent.

Han Chuning boldly skipped class, sometimes pestering Lu Ping to exercise together, sometimes cooking side by side, and other times training jointly.

He never expected that shirking responsibility would backfire so badly, provoking Liu Bei’s wrath and earning a severe scolding.

After closing the door and serving tea, more and more onlookers gathered outside the window, layer upon layer, unwilling to disperse despite efforts.

For a long time, he had trained steadily within the city, occasionally venturing out to quell bandits or mountain robbers, but no matter who they were, he always dominated.

While Yuan Yuan went to fetch the crab paste, Jiang Peiwei, coaxed by Qi Baolian’s crying, took his mother to the electronics factory to investigate.

Feng Ke belatedly released Ye Shengrui’s arm, suddenly recalling that she had been a little rough on him yesterday.

Leaving the hospital, she deliberately took a detour to the commercial street. She easily found the very house she had first liked. Sure enough, Qi Baolian was sitting under the arcade in front of the house, chatting leisurely with a few older women.

He immediately ordered his subordinates to organize the troops and prepare to launch an attack on the White Dragon King's camp after dinner.

Le Yun casually tossed his spear into the ground nearby, then drew his cherished sword—a finely crafted iron-ringed blade made by his father, Le Hu.

She spread out three rolls of silk, pulling them halfway out and interlacing them, some hanging off the shelves, others weighed down by goods above.

Early the next morning, the three gathered in the back garden to wait for their master to come and teach them martial arts. Just on time, the master appeared before them, clad in sturdy attire.

Handing the chopsticks to Yu Chi Yunting, this man had no idea that the noodles were so salty they could choke someone.

Bai Shaoli took a deep breath; he finally understood why he always felt Gu Chujian was no ordinary person.

Gradually, the crowd of villagers around them grew joyful, especially those who came to help, their smiles becoming more frequent.

Scott wore a miserable expression and said, “It’s not that I can’t bear it, but I feel uneasy knowing I spent four thousand star coins and still didn’t get full.” Indeed, Scott could eat an entire sheep in one meal, and even Hilton’s several exquisite dishes weren’t enough to satisfy him.

“Grandpa, haven’t you gone a bit too far today? Inviting him over is like inviting a wolf into the house. Aren’t you afraid your wife, Lady Zhao, might succumb to temptation and elope with him?” While washing up, Xu Nuor casually chatted with Mo Xingchen.

He directly pushed the silver coins toward the estate owner and took a hundred tael silver note in exchange. The estate owner didn’t dare say a word. Xiao Yueqi happily tucked the note into his bosom.

Whether the video was fake was obvious to anyone with eyes; there was no reason to fake it at this point.

Dong Miaozhu was stunned, looking at Tang Ye and realizing why he wanted to talk to her: the ancient Buddha wanted to kill him, and he sought to understand the Buddha’s situation to prepare.

Of course not. Nian Nian was already well aware of certain matters, in fact, she knew everything from the very first day she met Hu Xin.

Jiang Nan’s gaze trembled as he watched blood flowing down Xue Muqing’s forehead, feeling unprecedented clarity and fury—the same kind of rage he had when he wanted to kill “Northeastern Tiger” Zhang Chuo to avenge his grandfather.

The fruit knife wasn’t very lethal, but Tatiana was quite strong; her horizontal stab carried a sharp gust of wind.

“Huff, huff…” Jiang Ruoqing wanted to scold Tang Ye for deliberately misleading her, but suddenly a cold wind blew, eerily reminiscent of the night an evil spirit tried to claim her life. It was late, and the lush trees swayed, casting a grim atmosphere. Fear made her instinctively move closer to Tang Ye.

This wasn’t her first intimate encounter with Tang Ye. At first, she was angry at Tang Ye’s offenses, but as they spent more time together, she gradually saw his likable side. During the skirmishes in the wild, solving problems together made her realize Tang Ye was different from other men.

Wang Ning’s current plan against the Qi family must not be disrupted; Feng Xuan was, after all, a mercenary who would do anything for money.

She intended to win over You Jingran, and since he came to her willingly, she had to devise a strategy to capture him immediately.

The passage originally formed by the Reincarnation Disk had closed, turning a sea of blue, but amidst the thunder, it split open again—not as a path but a cluster.

Grant, unable to withstand the chilling aura, bowed slightly and quickly departed, pleased to have escaped.

“Maybe these chaotic demons are merely the logistical units of the million-strong army ahead?” Zhan Fei couldn’t help but wonder. Watching the gods slaughtering the chaotic demons beyond the universe, a cold, sharp smile appeared on his face.

“The youngest’s suggestion is good; indeed, it would be even better that way,” Park Chun praised upon hearing Kong Minzhi’s words as she stepped out of the recording room.

Everyone was dumbfounded, all eyes turning to Qu Changfeng. The warriors following him were furious but dared not openly berate him for acting on his own accord.

According to Brad Pitt, unless there was no other choice and a film had to be shot here, he would never willingly come and suffer. Every visit had been a torment with no pleasant memories.