Volume 1, Chapter 24: When Giving Gifts for Favors, Nothing Beats a Four-Piece Bedding Set

The scent of the morning drifted in, bringing with it a wave of freshness. The psychiatric hospital was situated in a remote location, surrounded by greenery that basked in the sunlight.

"All right, that will do." Jiang Jiandong handed the menu back to the waiter, who then turned and left.

Father Lu’s illness had become quite severe. A kidney transplant was almost the only way to improve his condition, and since his body could still hold out for now, it was better to proceed with the surgery sooner rather than later.

I was worried that "if I discard the execution skill, I won't be able to complete the execution, which would then lead to damage to the character's attributes."

Bathed in divine power, Elder Dongfeng’s entire body shimmered with a blinding white light, making it impossible to look directly at him.

Furthermore, although the situation had been precarious, Chu Feng had gathered a great deal of useful information from their conversation.

The guided flight continued for about a quarter of an hour when, suddenly, the light before them intensified, and they burst through the thick fog.

Lu Qing felt an immediate relief of pressure; the water pressure, which had felt quite heavy before, suddenly became surprisingly light.

"Haha! We were specifically trying to provoke you!" The Dark Moon Phantom laughed heartily upon seeing that cold gleam, clearly feeling triumphant that his plan had succeeded.

Li Yirui looked at Stone as he hurried away and smiled, pursing her lips. Stone was still just a child, merely stuck in a rut; in all likelihood, he would let her go tomorrow.

As they approached the Chu Emperor, they were intercepted by three men: Xiao Feng, Xu Zhu, and Duan Yu.

The most severe blow was that the commander of the Northwest territory, General Guo Shigan, had been killed in action. After the battle, his body could not even be fully recovered; they had only managed to retrieve half of his skull. Were it not for the general's iconic golden helmet, it was doubtful even that fragment would have been found.

Yong Hezi cast a fleeting glance at the mountain soul that had been half-consumed, then turned his gaze, filled with gloomy hatred, toward the man with the ugly face, his words stumbling in a fit of stuttering.

Had Mao Zhenhuang not been debating with his friend, he might as well have called him Master, given their formal master-disciple relationship.

Designing a single museum building was not overly complex, but integrating three ancient Hui-style structures while ensuring they harmonized with the classic Jiangnan aesthetic of white walls and black tiles made the challenge significantly greater.

The Han dynasty bronze clepsydra that Xiang Nan was restoring was a water clock from that era.

He was not the only one filled with confusion; Zhao Xuanhai, who had been chatting happily with Ge Donghe, was equally bewildered. He had information on everyone currently in Ge Donghe’s team, so where had that master copyist gone?

"Of course not, I said I would come back to ask for your opinion," Luo Ge hurriedly denied, feeling a sense of relief in his heart.

Feng Lin looked at the ancient painting, now being prepared for backing, and didn't know what else to say.

Qian Mo observed Xia Weiyi’s expression and then looked at Xia Haoxuan. She was still a bit skeptical, but seeing her expression, she realized that even if it were true, perhaps the person in question didn't even know it himself, so asking further would be futile.

"Escort the irrelevant person out of the company and do not allow her to enter again." Although Gu Shengze did not explicitly name anyone, the only people left in the office besides the two security guards and Gu Shengze were Sun Jin.

Ever since leaving the Chu family, Chu Hongtao had not seen Chu Jingzun for a long time, nor had they even spoken on the phone.

As it stood, they were without wealth or influence; if A'Yin were to truly follow Rong Hua, she would never survive in a family like that.

For Qu Nanxiu, the room was as luxurious as a palace, yet it was merely a men’s dressing room.

These words were not meant to scold those who had arrived on time. Even if they didn't fully agree with Wu Yuyue holding that position, they had considered that it was better than having no one to support the cause.

As for the nature of the apology, Dr. Deng did not ask for details. Smart as he was, he could probably guess it with his eyes closed.

The Chang'an Alliance players glared at Ming Shu, as if to say, "Don't act like you aren't involved! If you hadn't dodged, would this tree have caught fire?"

After an unknown amount of time, a strange fragrance suddenly drifted in from outside the window. The scent was entirely unfamiliar—nothing like the incense Rong Hua usually burned. In a flash of insight, Su Yin snapped her eyes open.

Naturally, there was no answer. Li Kaishan’s eyes remained tightly shut, motionless. The ward was so quiet that only the faint humming of the medical equipment could be heard.

When the Emperor saw Shui Xizhi arrive late to the palace banquet, he felt annoyed, but in front of the ministers, he refrained from reprimanding him.

Though he was empty-handed, he was fortunate to have his ID card, which saved him from many unnecessary troubles.

She opened the brocade box with her own hands and picked up the exquisite royal robe. As the sunlight hit the golden threads, the golden phoenix seemed as though it were about to spread its wings and take flight.

In truth, the gap between Damao and Yuan Xing was not that wide; it was simply that Yuan Xing was too familiar with Muay Thai. During their time at the training camp, there had been many Muay Thai experts.

Xiao Yan shook his head. With his current strength, the temptation of money had no effect on him whatsoever. If he truly lacked money, he could easily scrape together billions of Emperor Crystals by raiding a single gang member.

From this, it was evident that those lying in the stone coffins must have been volunteers guarding the tomb. It was more likely a burial custom of the Talin tribe; otherwise, they would not have dared to mistreat their own clansmen by binding them and preventing their departure.

"Alright, turn on the lights!!!" Once the speculation was confirmed, and following Captain Song's order, the surrounding lights suddenly came back on.

"As long as you're okay, I'm relieved. I'm leaving now; I'm tired today and am going home to sleep early." As Yuan Xing spoke, he lifted his leg and walked forward, preparing to depart.

The cold smile on Ji Yining’s lips deepened, becoming bewitchingly beautiful. It swallowed the simple purity she had once possessed—which had been whiter than a lamb’s wool—leaving nothing behind but a sense of desolation.

Hearing Zhao Yi say this, a look of surprise appeared on Xu Huang’s face. He had not expected Zhao Yi to speak such words; without a broad mind and great character, such things could never be said.

And had it not been for Luo Ming’s help, the one coming here to receive the honor would certainly not have been Charlotte, but rather one of her ambitious cousins who had been colluding with the cultists.

The previous proposal had been an instinctive reaction. But when it came to actually testing it, she felt a tremor of fear in her heart; even after living for so many years, she still hadn't lived enough.