Chapter 122: Unpredictability

"Cousin, the colors you’ve blended are exquisite!"

Wang Heng sat kneeling beside the desk, watching with eager eyes as Xie Yanzhi mixed his pigments. Anyone who has studied painting knows that art is not merely about technique, but also about the mastery of color. This holds true for traditional Chinese painting as well. Even with the same pigments and the same proportions, different aesthetic sensibilities and skills will yield entirely different results. Take the color orange, for instance—using the same yellow and red, yet...

"At fifteen, are you jealous? Jealous that you didn't have such a life, that no one fed you, that no one carried you?" Such outbursts of anger have their audience and their dissenters.

Though she spoke thus, she gazed at the receding water city, feeling as if she and Lan He were drifting further and further apart, until they were forever out of reach.

Yuan Lin and the others were in agreement, so they turned their flamethrowers toward the seaweed. After a few minutes, the seaweed vanished.

Lan He stiffly wiped his body. Upon hearing this, he set down his towel and asked helplessly, "Who bullied you?" His voice held a tenderness he himself did not notice.

Seeing her brother suddenly giggling foolishly to himself, his younger sister—the idol of A-Yin, the broadcaster Ketsuno—could not help but ask.

Though Liu Bei acted this way, Lu Bu was a more straightforward man and lacked Liu Bei’s ability to change colors like a chameleon. After staring blankly for two full seconds, he finally let out a hearty laugh back at Liu Bei.

The next moment, Long Tian’s actions left everyone stunned. Instead of distancing himself from the man, he utilized his movement technique to charge directly into the sky-filling sword aura his opponent had unleashed, as if courting death.

Just then, their eyes met. Both were momentarily stunned, their faces immediately filled with astonishment.

This is the best part of the King of Fighters tournament: you can change the order of your fighters at any time. Watching Choi Bounge strutting triumphantly on the ring, I decided it was time to reveal a little of my own strength.

Following the progression of the plot, Guo Jing, out of consideration for old ties and the excuse that his mother was still in Mongolia, went to Mongolia to assist Temujin in attacking the Khwarazmian Empire.

While paying the bill, Li Xiang received a call. He handed his card to his second sister-in-law to settle the tab and stepped outside. It was Fan Bing calling. He thought something had gone wrong at the herbal pillow factory, but it turned out to be about Duo'er.

The head of the Yong family began to bargain. It was not that he didn't value his life, but Murong Sang’s price was simply too steep. Even for a fourth-tier aristocratic family like the Yong, producing six spirit-grade medicinal herbs and one hundred thousand low-grade origin stones was a significant strain.

A faint flash of hatred crossed his eyes, but upon seeing Mu Feng’s smile as he turned back, he shrugged helplessly and forced a bitter smile onto his rigid face.

Yun Xing took out the Flame Pearl. Seeing that it appeared different from before, yet unable to discern any useful clues, he had no choice but to seek help from Qing Luan.

"I’ve already told my father that I’m staying in Nanjing until school starts before I go back," Cai Xun said immediately, without a second thought.

Duan Chang spent two days preparing himself, disguising himself as a traveler from afar, and arrived at the gates of the Prince's mansion at dusk.

He led his troops here with the sole purpose of intimidating Sun Quan. If he could force Sun Quan to order Zhou Yu to provide reinforcements, it would alleviate the pressure on the front lines.

This information not only prematurely ended Zhu Pingjin’s military life and pulled him back to Chengdu, but combined with several subsequent events, it formed an overwhelming tsunami that nearly destroyed his political career.

Inside a spacious alchemy room stood an alchemy furnace, its flames burning quietly, producing a sound that scorched the air.

Later that evening, Tong He arrived. Xiao Yi exaggeratedly described the afternoon training session to him, emphasizing how strong Wang Yuanyuan had been.