Sixteen thousand and sixteen

His presence gave her an immense sense of security, a feeling she had never experienced before.

At this moment, Lin Xiaomo’s hair had already been dried by Madam Zhang, the dirt on her face wiped clean. Though she wore Madam Zhang’s middle-aged T-shirt, it could not conceal her own delicate, lively, and clear beauty.

The next day, at the first light of dawn, Gu Zi’an’s internal clock woke her precisely on time. After meditating for a while, she turned over and got out of bed to wash up, intending to go for a run when her phone suddenly rang. A glance at the caller ID brought a flicker of surprise to her eyes—Fu Hengzhi?

Naturally, these thoughts could only remain unspoken; they all understood that Commander Fu had clearly made up his mind not to attend. Sighing resignedly, they exchanged looks, then glanced at the person lying on the bed before promptly beginning their inspection.

Lin Xiaomo’s expression was grim, and she hesitated, wanting to leave. Xu Yi’an quickly scanned the surroundings and immediately spotted Mo Yitian.

Their Fifth Master was a true hero among men—wealthy beyond measure and without any deceitful schemes; such fortune was indeed Gu Cheng’s blessing.

“A Song isn’t heavy, just let me hold him for a while,” Ai said, deftly brushing aside Chunxuan’s reaching hand.

Nearby, Li Gonggong turned his head with a smile, remarking how affectionate the Emperor and Empress were. Such deep marital devotion was truly enviable.

Time passed second by second, and the entire stadium fell into an eerie silence—no applause, no laughter, no whispers. All eyes fixed on the two figures, their emotions unreadable.

Zhan Wang’s group felt a pang of sympathy for Ye Zheng, silently cursing the intelligence system.

Indeed, Bai Yu’s words were accurate—Chen Mu harbored many secrets.

At this moment, though the demon elder’s heart had been pierced and removed, he somehow retained brief consciousness.

After a strong, commanding voice, the guards ceased their movements and fetched a bow and arrows nearby. Seeing Long Yin Xie holding a bow and arrow and leaning forward with envy, his face was filled with admiration.

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Du Fengyi sat on the sofa, his deep green eyes fixed on the pitch-black night outside. His sharply defined features bore an expression of profound contemplation and slight coldness.

This was exactly how Yuan Gungun had wanted to decorate his room after the birth of He Tingyu.

After receiving that severe beating, Nagasawa grew closer to her, much to Ji Yunkai’s delight. Thus, when Nagasawa pleaded to spare Ji Xin, Ji Yunkai agreed without hesitation.

A sense of disappointment lingered in my heart; for important matters like these, Chen Mu usually did not allow me to participate.

Ye Lingfeng had witnessed Song Jian’s rise firsthand—from a low-ranking god, he defied all odds to grow stronger and now could confront a Seven-Star Black Talisman expert head-on. Ye Lingfeng felt honored by his wise choice.

True friends need no secrets; liking someone is simply liking them. The Snow Elf’s secrets could be fully disclosed before Lilith.

As for that "Pan Jinlian" Mobuxiao, she clearly coveted the great god beside her. But considering it, the great god was indeed strikingly beautiful and graceful—truly a rare sight.

Blood surged instantly, soaking the white gauze dress, staining Ningwu’s hands with a hint of seductive red. Though she clasped her hands tightly, blood still seeped through her fingers, vivid and unmistakable.

As she fell, her eyes caught the silhouette of a figure in white robes. She inhaled deeply and then sank into the water.

Naturally, on the first day of school, it would be unreasonable if the homeroom teacher did not show up. Moreover, some matters required the class “leader” to handle.

Setting aside the clashes within the YY channel, the four great factions appeared harmonious in the game. At least on the surface, no major conflicts seemed imminent.

Such a Snow Jiao, with her words, stirred complex emotions in Prince Yi. Indeed, he harbored doubts—not simple ones either. Snow Jiao’s demeanor further convinced Prince Yi that his suspicions were not baseless.

Anna looked at Fei Yihan with reluctance, but the growing distance blurred her vision, and she obediently lay down on the stretcher.

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Jian Wei nodded. Siberia’s vast expanse transformed from frozen ground into treacherous swamps in summer, while winter brought bitter cold of minus forty degrees, inhabited by snow wolves, bears, and leopards.

“Let’s just say that the extraterritorial demons are even more terrifying than the dark races; they nearly devoured the entire Great Thousand Star Domain,” Fang Yi said briefly, yet the information he revealed was astonishing.

With a loud boom, the wraith king-level creature to the right was struck solidly. Flames of blood and fire engulfed his body, inflicting severe wounds immediately.

Tonight was the first time Ye Jinze showed any sign of losing his usual composure. He frequently glanced at the clock on the cross and then toward the church’s exterior, his palms moist with nervous sweat.

In remote areas, laying bait to hunt void whales had always occurred.

That noble at least would not waste time; he would come directly. But this man before us, like boiling a frog slowly in warm water, torments you gently, letting you know the cliff lies ahead, then pushes you step by step into it. Such torment breeds helplessness and hatred, yet leaves no recourse.

Casualties mounted, yet the battle formation shielded those behind, including Cao Hong and others, as they slowly advanced and finally reached the city gate.

Though stunned, Qing Yuhuo was a third-tier expert. He twisted his body and, following Fu Xi’s forceful direction, pushed back, dissipating much of Fu Xi’s strength.

When his gaze fell upon the robust Magita beside the fat man, Ma Duobei finally exhaled in relief.

The previous merit only dissolved part of Gao Cuilan’s internal sinister qi. A large amount remained in her meridians and had even begun invading her dantian.

“It’s late at night; why aren’t you sleeping and come running to me?” Ye Chen poked his head out from under the covers, propping his chin with both hands. His bright eyes rested on Nangong Qingcheng.