36 Daily Life

The dance ended, and the song concluded. Heye couldn't help but clap in admiration. Hearing applause beside her, she looked at Murong Feiming, whose eyes also held a look of approval.

The traffic light turned green. Jin Yang rode his bike forward without a second thought. He hadn't pedaled far when he saw something lying on the side of the road. He stopped, picked it up, and found it was an ID card.

And so, we boarded the boat. I thought we would have to row ourselves, but thankfully, the middle-aged man sat at the bow and began to row.

Yin Luoxuan’s eyes were wide with fury. Everyone knew he had killed his father to seize the throne and power, but who would dare say such a thing to his face while he held absolute authority?

Jun Wuxie moved, sitting up. His head buzzed with a sharp pain, and his face turned deathly pale.

"My Lord, shall we stay to discuss the garrison matters first?" After surviving a brush with death for the sake of Nanzhao, did he rush here just to watch the two of you flaunting your affection?

"Bai, please, stop joking. To me, you will always be my respected brother and superior. I would never do anything to harm you!" Mu Linfeng said, his expression turning solemn.

"Hello, Qingmu, where are you?" As soon as the call connected, Yao Zhiyuan’s anxious voice burst from the phone.

Two cars sped along the highway, one after the other, their engines roaring in unison, causing passersby to turn and stare.

Li Meng felt she was on the verge of a breakdown. She regretted agreeing to this; she regretted wanting to test Zining. If none of this had happened, she could at least still be with Zining, at least still lean in his arms to sleep peacefully, at least still occasionally act spoiled toward him.

Whenever it reached this point, Yulin dared not be glib. "This subordinate understands." With that, the figure in black vanished in a flash.

It wasn't that Li Ningyu didn't want to provide King Li Bin of Joseon with more arms, but he knew the principle that an innocent man’s wealth is his own undoing. If he gave any more, it would invite suspicion or even prying eyes.

"Don't play the victim with me. A girl as mischievous as you needs a lesson, or you'll never learn and will keep thinking about running off all day." As he spoke, he tapped her head with his knuckles.

The heat of July passed, and August flew by in the blink of an eye. By mid-September, major universities began their terms, and Yunheng was no exception.

"I’ll ask you one question: when you were filming those works that you entered into film festivals, did you consider the return on investment? When you were filming them, did you care whether they won awards or not?" Lu Feifan asked.

Lei Li passed by Lady Long’s figure, unable to help but draw a connection between the City in the Wind and the deep-sea Temple of Thor beneath it.

Qiu Shaoze had not expected Ye Lingfeng to teach the sleeve sword technique to Song Qing. Qiu knew that the sleeve sword was for close-quarters assassination or combat; because the blade could be hidden within the sleeve, it allowed for surprise attacks.

"Nangong Hong? Impossible, she is already betrothed to Nangong Wudao." Wu Dao frowned, recalling what Xiao Cheng had told him earlier.

This shameless wretch wasn't just thick-skinned in his face; his hide was just as tough! Li Cailian let out a snort of indignation, glaring as she marched away.

You Ling did not answer me. She looked at me, then at Xiao Xun, signaling that it wasn't convenient for her to speak while Xiao Xun was present.

Ba Changan’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He forced back a mouthful of blood, slowly withdrawing his internal energy to avoid suffering too great a backlash.

We could only travel along the highways through various towns and villages. The route toward Wuxi happened to pass through Fatty’s village. Fatty died because of me, and I could say that the deaths of his parents and the entire village were also my responsibility. The words of the man in black still lingered in my mind, impossible to shake: as long as I lived, more people would die.

Still deep in his heart—though he didn't know who he was greeting—Feng Che turned and chased after the direction his teammates had retreated, leaving behind massive ice walls that no one knew when would fully melt.

"The teacher said I can't just talk about it. A tall tree catches the wind, and it would be killed in the cradle by others," Tang Yan explained.

They flew out one by one, not daring to linger. Although the explosions didn't cause them much harm, the frequency of the blasts could injure their internal organs. More terrifying were the vine-like hands emerging from the ground; without low-grade artifacts in their hands, they wouldn't have been able to sever them.

Yun Peng was lifting his cup to take a sip of water, but he sprayed it out because of Liu Xiche’s words.

"Wanru? You..." No matter how slow Lady Wanyue’s reaction was, she understood the situation by now.

The teachers had mentioned such training back in school, but it relied more on stage plays—and there wasn't even always an opportunity for those.

Because of his cultivation method and the help of the system, Xu Que absorbed magic cores as easily as drinking water.

Looking thoughtful, the three felt that for a long time, they had been constrained by their status, ignoring the foundation of their own bodies, becoming obsessed with a dead end.

The appearance of this young boy was flawless, perfect to the point of not seeming human.

Seeing everyone filled with righteous indignation and great enthusiasm, Yun Kun showed a satisfied expression.

A rumbling sound reached her ears, but she turned a deaf ear to it until a man in yellow robes galloped from afar, grabbed her, and carried her to safety.

Finally, there was the segment everyone was looking forward to: the challenge matches between students. In these matches, a dark horse often appeared, catching everyone's attention.

The late-season gardenias bloomed with effort to bid farewell to autumn, their faint fragrance mysterious and ethereal.

The main reason was that Chen Xin’s performance today had been so dramatic and impressive. Whether in spirit, calculation, cultivation, or strength, he was far superior to Xiang Tian. In particular, his terrifying ability to use poison added to his score and boosted his reputation.

Before the words were finished, a palm formed of spiritual energy crashed down with terrifying power, shattering the earth beneath their feet.

There were only three such crystals in total. A moment ago, he had been complaining about there being too few, yet now he was generously giving two of them to it.

The two families had a remarkably close relationship, having intermarried since the time of their ancestors and continuing to this day, through countless generations.

She had been prepared for a long time. Didn't Ge Mo say he belonged to some organization? Since she had treated Ge Mo that way, Qi Chisu had already planned for the possibility of facing this group, so she was not surprised when someone came.

Mingyue was nearly choked by the commotion. She sat up and was met with He Zhizhou’s cold, handsome face, his long phoenix eyes narrowed, radiating an icy chill.