59 Maturity

How he wished he could tell her right now that, in fact, when it came to the word "thanks," they both preferred to automatically upgrade it to those three words.

Nangong Ning was indirectly letting everyone know that her status at home was not as arbitrarily authoritative as rumors suggested; she was still constrained by her mother-in-law at every turn.

Anyone familiar with Mubu would drop their jaw in utter shock if they could see him at this moment. That most volatile and impatient Mubu actually possessed such a gentle, meticulous, and tender side—it was simply legendary.

Jiang Yunyao nodded, and Jiang Yunshu said with lingering fear, "Sister, why are there so many poisonous snakes?" Jiang Yunshu's face was somewhat pale.

Cheng Lingyu was overjoyed, because the Ship of Time and Space was of profound significance. Not only could it traverse the void to reach the Netherworld Star, but in the future, if a starry sky teleportation gate could not be found, as long as the coordinates were known, one could also use the Ship of Time and Space to shuttle through time and space.

Seeing her indifferent expression, hatred flared even more fiercely in his chest. Finally unable to maintain his facade of rationality, he let out a low, cold laugh, suddenly reached out to grab her wrist, and dragged her toward the bathroom. He pushed her into the shower stall, turned on the tap, took down the showerhead, and relentlessly blasted it over her head and face.

From beginning to end, all told, it was barely three to five minutes, yet to her it felt as though she had lived through half a century. Not until she had wiped the cup clean and packed the rest of her things into her leather bag did she slowly let out a breath.

Jiang Xianghai gave Madam Jiang a cold glance, then turned and walked out of Jiang Yunyao's Youran Residence. He utterly disliked this fragile wife who did nothing but cry.

The car maintained a steady speed along the elevated highway. Gazing at the newly lit neon lights ahead, Bai Chi took out his phone to check the calendar. Tomorrow was the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, and they were about to part ways to return to their respective homes for the New Year.

With clear eyes and steady movements, Cui Min shoveled the last few loads of earth, smoothing out the burial mound.

Yet as for these now, merely half had been used. There was a very high probability that those fifty projectiles had been launched into the territory of the Taotie. As for which star systems had been attacked, they would have to wait for subsequent intelligence reconnaissance to find out.

During the Wude era, Qin Qiong had already been enfeoffed as the Pillar State and the Duke of Yi, making him one of the few prominent generals in the Tang Dynasty permitted to erect ceremonial halberds in front of his mansion.

"Not letting a single leaf touch your body? Then how did it manage to touch you?" Jing Rong shook his head helplessly, the smile spreading across his lips impossible to contain.

His expression shifted, though it was difficult to make out clearly in the candlelight. Lu Ping merely drank his tea slowly, paying no mind to whatever he might be plotting.

If an outsider were to witness this scene, they would undoubtedly find it profoundly eerie: two identical bodies combined with a single identical soul, resembling three identical people appearing simultaneously.

He nodded and cast a stern look at Wu San, rendering the latter—who had intended to speak—speechless, leaving him to watch helplessly as Hu Shan and his party departed.

"Brother Lei Heng, let me ask you a question?" Bottling up the drive within his heart, Zhu Tong decided to guide Lei Heng and counsel him in a roundabout way.

As Vlad put it, such an ability was truly quite terrifying, bordering on something akin to complete decomposition.

Hearing Lu Ping put it this way, Zhao Youcai became even more satisfied instantly, thinking to himself that Lu Ping was quite sensible after all. Good, very good, this Nicholas-something would now be mine.

I was simply speaking the truth, harsh though it might be. In reality, among the guide's party, very few possessed the capacity for violent resistance. Since that was the case, everything I said was not entirely without foundation.

"All-uring Sect? What, do you think the All-uring Sect is terribly impressive? Are you even worthy of speaking to me? Do you know All-uring Defeated-All?" the old man said indifferently.

Ge Ye was slightly startled upon hearing this, but upon reflection, he understood. In truth, he himself should have realized long ago that rat-men could never surpass humans in terms of intelligence, yet Ge Ye had persistently striven to secure for them the same status as humans.

However, the dark experimentation incident utterly challenged Black Wolf's bottom line. Taking a life was no great matter to him in the grand scheme of things, but using infants for experimentation completely assaulted his moral baseline.

I asked Qin Yiheng, but he shook his head as well, telling me that he, too, had been pondering this without being able to fathom the other party's intentions. They could only carefully inspect the rooms one by one to see if any clues could be found.

The Bonar virus continued to spread across the Dana region, where countless people had perished. Many medical personnel had been brutally attacked by patients driven into frenzied rages, sacrificing their lives. Most of them had died in precisely this manner.

Su Le pondered for a moment, then recalled Boss Huang's attitude toward him, whereupon he began to understand certain things.

Only this time, she would never sit passively waiting for death as she had done before. No matter what the true state or structure of this organization might be, the time had come to slowly begin her counterattack.

Wang Chongyang immediately instructed Zhou Yaqi to take out her phone, switch to WeChat's QR code scanner, and scan the rusted iron sword.

However, Zhao Jingyi had always acted decisively; since she had handed the matter over to Lin Xi, there was simply no question of taking it back.

Huan'er reported every day that she had never uttered a single word. It had been a full month—could she truly be mute?

Because upon reaching this realm, achieving continuous breakthroughs across levels would inevitably cause certain sequelae. That sense of volatility could not be stabilized overnight, so it was far better to advance steadily, taking solid steps one by one. Only thus could one truly experience the most grounded sense of stability.