Chapter 33: The Importance Lies in His Appearance

Seeing Jiang Nian's earnest expression, Gao Fanqing could not help but feel envious: "If only I had a childhood sweetheart who knew me inside and out as well."
Jiang Nian caught the flicker of worry and panic in her eyes. "Fanqing, are your parents pressuring you again about what we discussed last time?"
It would have been better not to ask; the moment Jiang Nian brought it up, Gao Fanqing could no longer hold back her tears.
She wiped her eyes and nodded, saying, "Niannian, you have no idea how much I envy you. It’s so good to be an only child!"

Yun Jing had just opened the office door and had barely taken a step out when she felt a tightening around her waist, and she was pulled back in by a powerful, ape-like arm.
Finally, after Attorney Li stepped in and spoke with the police for a while, they finally agreed to let Yun Jing go home for the time being.
Wen Ke just kept her head down, saying nothing. It was impossible to tell whether she was happy or not, but only Wen Ke knew that she was actually terrified of the Fumon, yet she always had to set a good example for her younger sister.
Too many scenes played over and over in his mind like a movie, so vivid that it was almost frightening.
"Aside from that cheap necklace, which one of these isn't a knockoff?" Xue'er asked, tapping her exquisite fingernails against the stem of her wine glass as she looked at me calmly.
And now, facing this situation, would I even be able to survive once I return to the palace?
Two tall, burly men dragged her into the innermost room of the suite. After closing the door, one of them took out a thick rope and, with practiced ease, bound her hands and feet before throwing her violently onto the bed covered with white sheets.
Just a moment ago, Guo Jingfei had been in such a stiff state; falling into the water like that with his mouth open, he likely wouldn't have been able to react in time. If he couldn't close his mouth, it wouldn't be at all strange if he swallowed a few mouthfuls of water.
When Zishan said these things, Nan felt, inexplicably, that there was a lingering sense of sorrow in her words.
So that was it. An unintentional act of kindness by my mother back then had now caused such a profound impact on Southern Border and Chang'an.
A pair of rings, white with a hint of gray; at first glance, one might mistake them for silver jewelry, but they were actually platinum wedding bands commissioned from the Famaer Jewelry House.
On one hand, Taishi Ci had already set up an ambush; on the other hand, occupying an absolute advantage on the Chang'an battlefield, he had also consciously begun to guard the crossroads.
That big, fat insect could carry a pair of heavy dragon hammers that were as heavy as mountains while running as fast as lightning without the slightest effort. It was clear just how shockingly powerful its strength was.
Tian Feng noticed this as well, but he misunderstood, thinking that Yan Baihu had realized the problem in his heart and was voluntarily offering an explanation.
Then, they saw the crystal-clear Jade Stele of Reincarnation soar into the sky from the hands of the Venerable of Reincarnation. It suddenly expanded to an unknown size, like a canopy of heaven, crushing down toward Zhou Xuan, Hongmeng, and the Daoist Ancestor Hongjun.
What stunned Ye Feng the most was that the towering sail, reaching toward the clouds, was actually emblazoned with a giant, blood-red skull flag fluttering in the wind.
The human warriors on the city wall were all dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes.
Huang Zhong, not to be outdone, slapped the back of his steed with his blade, and a long saber shimmering with blood-red light was raised high. The second round had begun.
"Clap, clap, clap." Soft applause rang out, and then seven or eight men covered in bloodstains walked in from another entrance of the supermarket. All of them held hunting crossbows, and the leader was smiling as he applauded Ma Dong.
Why would a ten-thousand-year soul beast that had transformed into human form appear in such a remote town?
Suddenly, a voice sounded by his ear. Jiang Chuan looked up and, through the reflection in the mirror, saw the man leaning lazily against the doorframe.
This large shop was quite famous among the many cultivators in the city, as one could not only purchase all kinds of low-grade magic tools, talismans, formations, and puppets here, but also some rare monster materials that were usually hard to come by.