Playing the Gentle Role and Hiring a Farmhand

Overwhelmed by a mix of anxiety, anger, and grief, tears welled up in her eyes as she continuously shouted at Ye Haochen.

Never had any man dared to cup her face in such a manner; even if someone had dared, she would never have allowed it.

Hearing this, Li Kening felt a stir in his heart and was on the verge of agreeing. However, when he turned to look at his fellow regents, Zhang Chengye and Li Cunzhang, he saw that both of them were frowning deeply, clearly disapproving of Li Cunxu's decision.

Just as they stepped out of the school gates, Song Wei and Liu Yunzi came running over. Taking the car, they headed straight for that familiar restaurant.

With an immediate command, he ordered, "Men, set fire to the mountain." Following Commander Lang's directive, the government soldiers began preparations to burn down the mountain forest.

I smiled faintly, then sighed softly, recounting the entire series of events to her. Hearing this, Zhongling furrowed her brows as well. "This is simply the prevailing atmosphere in Huaxia nowadays; there are still far too many such incidents!" Zhonglin sighed and remarked.

The city of Cangyun was likewise modest in area, surrounded entirely by towering mountains and precipitous ridges. Because it was the Winter Solstice and its southern location meant less snowfall, a biting wind and lingering winter clouds added an extra touch of desolation to this battle-hardened city.

Hearing this, Meng Bai, Jiang Dongliu, Liu Jiangshan, and Qu Ao could not help but nod in silent agreement. Yanzhen's entire process of slaying the Phantom-Substitute Young Master was brimming with wisdom. Even if the four of them were placed in Yanzhen's exact circumstances, they had to admit they would never have been able to kill the Phantom-Substitute Young Master.

"Towering talent, exceptional aptitude, easily surpassing one's peers without ever tasting defeat—when these four elements combine, they produce a personality trait known as self-will and stubbornness." With that, he placed a black stone upon the chessboard.

"Hold the Pangu Banner steady and tear open the void, allowing the two of you to enter the eye of the Heavenly Dao Divine Treasure's formation!" shouted the Master of Tongtian, a myriad of celestial rays blooming from his back. The rest of the supreme venerable masters simultaneously unleashed the boundary-spirit arrays within their Sumeru worlds, fiercely projecting them toward the crimson moon hanging high above the sea of blood.

Noticing that the front entrance of a wooden structure on the left—its facade largely obscured by a dense forest of trees that seemed to have sprung up overnight—bore a wooden sign reading "Forest Bar," Luo Che froze in a daze.

Meanwhile, the Daoist priest cast a malicious glance at the middle-aged man beside him, a murderous urge to silence him welling up within. He was a master of spirit-refinement, well-versed in orthodox Daoist qigong.

"Just make do with it. You want fine dining from a school mess hall? What kind of pipe dream is that? Try this eggplant of mine; it's salty enough to kill a horse," Gong Yanhao said.

Just the second day after publication, and I already have to work overtime, not getting back until seven-thirty. I quickly finished writing half a chapter to upload, and there should be another one coming shortly.

Before he knew it, a large patch of Luo Che's clothes was soaked through, the sweat-drenched fabric clinging tightly to his body. Though he desperately wanted to straighten his clothes, his arms were so exhausted he could barely lift them, leaving him with no choice but to endure it silently and keep running in a crooked, staggering line.

She did not address Liu Yiming as Chief Enforcer, but instead called him handsome. This caught Liu Yiming off guard for a moment, but he still smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.

Blue Sky pushed himself to the absolute limit like a madman, constantly squeezing every drop of potential from his body. Every time he felt his energy reach its densest possible limit, a fierce, unyielding defiance would surge within him, driving him to self-hypnotize and force himself to continue refining.

Trembling with fright, the figure in the black cloak turned and bolted toward the edge of the barrier. As he ran, the barrier suddenly warped, followed immediately by a dull, rumbling crash.

Qifeng looked as though she had not slept well, sporting heavy dark circles under her eyes, though they failed to diminish her striking, heroic aura.

The rain made going outside unsuitable, and the mountain stronghold had no spare umbrellas to distribute to the newcomers.

Hearing this, Divine Lord Tiancheng did not feel any better; instead, he gazed at Su Yi with an intensely complicated look.

Knowing how deeply the other person adored lanterns, she had generously sent three extra ones this time, all in different styles.

The blood had congealed, obscuring the wounds, forcing Qin Chuchu to fetch a damp cloth to clean the area meticulously.

She had four children, and her husband was a tailor, making a living by sewing clothes to support a family of seven or eight.

The entire Dark Heaven Continent was buzzing in awe at the might of the Wild Martial God, whose true identity had become an utter mystery.

Yin Yi-cheng absorbed every detail of her lecturing her younger sister. Without even realizing it, he found himself smiling much more frequently whenever he was in her presence.

His abilities were already terrifyingly powerful, and with the boost from my enhancement, I could hardly imagine what heights he might reach.

This was likely the first time the usually taciturn Mu Shaoqing had spoken his mind so thoroughly and sincerely to Mu Zhi.

She believed that Shen Mo would never do anything without absolute certainty. Besides, win or lose, could they truly restrict her freedom anyway?

They were Xiliang soldiers—undeniable Xiliang soldiers—forming a vast, pitch-black sea of men numbering at least a thousand. General Wu Lie and Zhang Haoran felt their hearts turn completely cold. Even as he ordered his men to protect the eldest young master, he drew his own battle saber.

Although Magistrate Wu was a lecherous man, he possessed a degree of worldly sense. He knew that if the prison were to catch fire and burn the inmates to death, no good would come of it. If discerning individuals found out, it would serve as ready-made ammunition against him; and if the death toll was too high, he might not even be able to hold onto his official robes.

Demons like Chang Tianqing and Third Grandpa Hu had been famous for a very long time—at least several centuries—and were extremely well-connected throughout the regions beyond the Shanhai Pass.

Yet, with people unable to get through at this moment, no one could halt the unfolding situation. If things continued this way, that man was guaranteed to be beaten to death.

Emperor Yongxuan sat high upon the throne, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips as he looked down upon the assembly, occasionally leaning over to exchange words with the imperial concubines at his side. Whatever Imperial Consort Qin had just said managed to draw a hearty laugh from Emperor Yongxuan.

Sighing, he swiftly returned to the previous alchemy chamber. After clearing away the alchemy furnace and other apparatus, he pulled out a different furnace used for artifact refining.

At that moment, the staff member processing the request paused, then thoughtfully offered a reminder, "Mr. Shen, a physical black hole requires twenty thousand contribution points to redeem."