Volume 1, Chapter 27: How Old Is That Child?

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Her vision blurred, and she tumbled down along with the pile of roof tiles. Fortunately, there were rafters beneath the roof, draped with silk curtains. Jian He was cushioned by them, and upon hitting the ground, she felt nothing more than a slight soreness in her rear—no real injuries.

Standing upon a meteorite, she saw nothing unusual in the surroundings. Even her soul perception, which was constantly radiating outward, yielded nothing.

"If you are the successor to the divine kingship’s legacy, why do you possess the aura of the Void Serpent?" Horus, with his logical and meticulous mind, directly deduced that the blasphemer from just a moment ago was none other than this successor to the Sun God.

Inside the bedchamber, Jian He was startled. She turned around, revealing that her head was encased in a paper bag with two holes poked in it to see the way.

The universal themes of Chinese New Year and Christmas are both centered on the color red; as long as the overall tone remains consistent, one can integrate other elements to finalize the design.

The High Priest suddenly lifted his head in terror, but it was too late. Gelatinous, shadowy tendrils erupted from his chest, and Charlie’s wrist had already pierced into his body. Blood gushed from the wound—not a crimson liquid, but a rapidly evaporating, pitch-black acidic fluid that looked like a black snake taking flight.

Sometimes wearing a green robe, sometimes casual short sleeves at home, Han Dong strolled among the flowers and plants, comprehending the power of the soul's starlight, mastering the soul techniques inherited from Mo Tai, and simultaneously savoring the sincere joy of his ever-increasing consciousness nodes.

It wasn't until Shen Shi came to deliver porridge that he realized: What? Three days had already passed? He had been listening to her talk about mice for three whole days?

Immediately after, Ye Tian dodged a ferocious hook from Da Long and struck a lightning-fast left punch into Da Long’s ribs.

But as of now, they were all merely considered excellent game producers, and some had yet to even prove themselves.

If you have money, you can ensure your own safety and even live the life of a privileged individual.

"Sui Sui, you’re just flattering your sister-in-law. I only know how to make simple home-cooked meals; I have to admit, your delicious noodles are far superior to anything I can do. When you have a moment, teach me how to make them; I’d love to learn." Qiu Ju had looked down on Tian Sui Sui earlier, but after tasting her noodles, she realized she had underestimated her and immediately asked for advice with humility.

Although Zhou Mingfeng and his group had the advantage in numbers, the two intruders were both at the fifth level of Qi Refining, making them stronger than anyone in the group.

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Ultimately, for the sake of five hundred yuan in pocket money, Helen Ye reluctantly accepted the fact that Ming Wu would be moving into the home. However, she demanded that Ming Wu pay her five hundred yuan in rent on the spot, which nearly made the kind-hearted Bai Yujie gape. Yet, Helen Ye’s reasoning was impeccable: who doesn't pay rent when they move into a new place?

It wasn't that she didn't want to speak; it was just that she remembered how much suffering Xiao Mimi had endured because of her own mistake, and yet Xiao Mimi had even worried about her own punishment and spoken up for her. Her heart ached at the thought.

Zhang Yifan knew that the design of the first-generation Azure Dragon armor had mostly been done in isolation. While powerful, it inevitably had some flaws regarding the soldiers' usage.

Liu Liu’s family ran an advertising design business. Although they were one of the top design firms in Changhai, the scale of their company was far from matching Bai Pharmaceutical.

Sima Sheng asked in confusion, then seemed to understand what the Divine Doctor Hu meant: "Are you implying...?" Sima Sheng glanced at a bottle of white powder standing near the wall.

Perhaps every faction across the entire Dragon-Protecting Continent was wondering how the Great Tang had been concealing its true strength.

After saying this, he felt the words were somewhat ambiguous, so he quickly added, "It's just for meditation at night; it doesn't matter if we both lie on the bed." That sofa was simply impossible for the tall, long-legged Gu Yuanbei to lie on comfortably.

At this moment, a male voice rang out. As everyone looked toward the source of the sound, they saw a young man of about twenty-three or twenty-four walking down the stairs from the second floor.

Now, however, the Emperor had gradually realized that the Crown Prince’s influence was growing, and he was no longer satisfied with being a prince for twenty years, finally beginning to panic.

He remembered one time when Lin Hao knew his older brother was very fond of weapons. He bought a twenty-or-thirty-yuan plastic model machine gun from a supermarket outside, then ran back to deceive his brother, claiming he had asked someone to buy it from abroad and that it was a rare model you couldn't even buy for thousands.

Chen You woke up; the room was pitch black, as if he were still in outer space. Once his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, Chen You looked at the ceiling, unable to understand the meaning of the dream about the battleship falling.

Lin Lang didn't look at Cheng Yuhan much, just gave her a faint glance as if she were a passerby, then turned and left.

Ji Jingxi stood motionless against the tree trunk behind him, his mind a complete blank. He stared at Wushuang over and over, as if unable to recover his senses, not understanding why he wouldn't speak.

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It looked like a female primate singer; its face had no features, only a swirling vortex of constantly shifting colors. With its exceptionally long arms stretched wide, a massive amount of psychic energy surged forth, relentlessly battering Chen You.

"Is that the dish that makes your face turn green—that very bitter vegetable?" Ren Huo asked intentionally.

It was primarily because it was too much of a waste of time. In the eyes of the school leaders, six days was enough for them to accomplish many things.

"I am also very happy to be here." Zhou Zekai patted the child's head, his voice gentle; he often found that he quite liked children.

Ma Qingfeng had accidentally caused a huge mess, but he had also finished off Wei Minsheng. In the end, this matter came down to a single word from Gao Yuanyuan. After Qing Yu told me about it, I thought it over and agreed.

Before long, the two maidservants who had been kneeling outside were helped in by four stout matrons.

Although he couldn't see Chen Zhuo’s expression, Lin Feng could feel that Chen Zhuo must be wearing a bitter smile; fifteen percent of the money had just slipped into his own pocket.

One by one, they stepped off the bus. The sixty contestants, who had been briefed on the semi-final rules in advance, stood on the stage. The method was the same as the preliminaries, only without the segment introducing the contestants, because three days ago, when the final episode of "Empire's Best Producer" ended, the production team had already introduced them uniformly through editing and other means.

"Don't mention the matter of the watch and the Fifth Prince to anyone. If someone asks, just say it's some trinket." She often made such requests, and Su Xin didn't find it strange at all, agreeing to each one.

Tong Ying wanted to ask Duan Ning to convey his gratitude to Zhang Bao, but Duan Ning replied: "You shouldn't be saying such things. Although we don't interfere in court affairs now, this matter is of great importance, and our family has been noble for generations; naturally, we have a responsibility to help. If you say the word 'thanks' again, I will get angry." Tong Ying had no choice but to smile and say nothing more.