Volume 1, Chapter 35: Sister Tang, you said it yourself—you would listen to me.

The sound brought an immediate silence to the room. The weeping and pleas for sympathy ceased at once. I rose to my feet and, using the excuse of not wishing to disturb His Highness’s tranquility, ushered them all out of the inner chamber and into the outer hall.

Li Ling sat on the sofa, her gaze fixed on a void, unfocused and lost in thought.

Just then, a muffled, hearty laugh erupted from the inner room, jolting me back to my senses just as I was about to slip into a stupor.

Several security guards broke into a cold sweat and rushed forward, intending to grab her arms and pull her down.

Shen Lang opened his mouth, staring at Li Ling’s ethereal beauty, which was marred by a gaze so innocently vacant it felt unnatural; he found himself unable to speak.

The Third Prince watched Bai Fengjiao’s expression and listened to her analysis with a sense of satisfaction. At the very least, after the time he had spent honing her and keeping her close, she had begun, unconsciously, to consider issues from his perspective.

Ye Fengxuan stared intently at the man before her. He possessed the face most familiar to her, yet his temperament was the most foreign. Seeing the suppressed pain in Aksar’s expression and hearing his self-muttered words, she felt a strange pang.

Upon hearing this, everyone who had been eating and drinking immediately packed up their belongings and gathered at the edge to look down.

The former carried too heavy a burden; no matter what he did or what decisions he made, they were inevitably driven by some ulterior motive.

"Although I cannot afford to take you to a grand hotel, I am offering this with the utmost sincerity." Chen Linna felt a bit disappointed, but she extended the invitation once more, genuinely.

Nan Xi was so furious after hearing this that she felt like vomiting blood. In the past, her colleagues would only whisper behind her back, but now, they dared to gossip to her face and behind her back alike, and their words were becoming increasingly malicious.

I wanted to stop her, but my body was so drunk that even the nearest objects appeared blurred with double vision. As I watched Yuxi reach her hand into the mist shrouding the infant, I thought I heard a baby’s cry, though I knew it couldn’t be real—I was simply too intoxicated.

She smiled and nodded, lifting her bright blue recurve bow as she stepped onto the competition stage. The other contestants in the same match couldn't help but cast a few more glances her way.

"What I meant was..." She looked at me, but Liu Yu began cracking his knuckles, staring intensely at her. His fingers popped with a loud, sharp sound.

Perhaps it was the choice of words that was off; as Qi Ruize placed his large hand on Han Jinyu’s pregnant belly, he immediately felt the fetus kicking against him again, just as before—quite powerfully.

Qi Ruize lowered his eyes to look at Han Jinyu. Seeing her pitiful appearance, his gaze softened with helplessness.

Liu Xingli harbored deep resentment in his heart, but after taking a deep breath, a glimmer of malice appeared in his eyes.

Hearing Su Wu’s words, Heng Yanlin’s heart stirred slightly. He felt that there was a hidden meaning behind Su Wu’s look and his statement. Could something have happened previously?

The clothes she wore were already quite revealing, made of minimal, semi-transparent lace.

Initially, they had been skeptical, but the explanation next to the fruit was logical and well-founded. Most importantly, they had never seen such a "Fruit of Eternal Youth" before; it was truly ugly, with patterns on its skin that defied counting.

After being pulled to a certain point, it stopped abruptly with a sharp click. The entire hall shook violently, and fine dust rained down from the ceiling like a storm. Successive tremors followed, and with each vibration, the white orb of light atop the mountain grew a size larger.

As soon as the words fell, a pair of large hands reached out from behind her, pulling her into a tight embrace. Rough palms caressed her smooth skin, over and over again.

On one side, Pei Tongtong was notifying the family, while on the other, Sister Furong had already been wheeled into the operating room.

Through the recording, it was evident that although Jiang Jingran hadn’t spoken explicitly, the implications hidden between his words were heavy.

She clearly saw that the human before her was entirely different from her own skeletal ghosts; there were no bones blatantly exposed on the outside.

In a manor in Country M, Bai Lian sat on a white rocking chair in the garden, her smooth shoulders exposed to the air, her clothes torn and hanging loosely from her arms.

Setting aside the fact that they had fought during the Battle of New York, that distinct, pungent scent was unmistakable to Su Fei, even from such a distance and even though the opponent was currently in a pathetic state in the dead of night.

After hearing about the experiences of "Song Chuwei," Meng Xiaotong clenched her fists in indignation. She couldn't help but curse Huo Beichen and Su Rouyin’s group thoroughly before her anger subsided slightly. She then looked at Yan Wu beside her, her eyes filled with heartache.

Looking up, within the hall of the ghost villa on the first floor, the human eyes reappeared on the ceiling.

The coffin was carved with dragons and phoenixes, looking incredibly opulent, but I had no mood to appreciate it. Seeing the blood in the underground palace rising, we only wanted to retrieve the magic sword and return along the tomb passage as quickly as possible.

Regarding the true form of this Ancestor, I never quite understood what it was. If this were the Ancestor himself, he couldn't possibly be only as long as a finger. If it were the Ancestor’s soul, shouldn't a soul be like a feather?

"Is Wu Xiao coming to our village for our benefit or our harm? We’ve been able to earn so much money—have you not had enough to eat or drink? I’m telling you, if you do something so wicked, I won’t just hack you with a kitchen knife; the villagers will curse you to death!" Li Xianghong’s mother unleashed a torrent of words as if her mouth were spring-loaded.