Chapter 107: Offer an Offering and Beg for Monthly Votes

Offer an offering and beg for monthly votes.

But in Jin Ge’s drunken ramblings last night, she vaguely realized that Jin Ge’s heart had changed—once filled only with Murong Fengxue, it now held Murong Zhao Yun as well.

The November wind brushed against her face, cool and damp. She looked up at the sky; the clouds above remained unchanged. She touched her cheek and realized the dampness came from her own eyes.

“Heh, I’ve drunk spirit liquid too—it’s kind of like saliva. She doesn’t think I fed it to her, does she?” Le Tian muttered to no one in particular.

Lisa frowned, clearly disgusted by the living room sofa, yet sat down with graceful poise.

The dice under his fingers startled everyone—six, six, six, identical to Mu Sheng’s. The only difference: Mu Sheng’s three dice lay side by side on the table, while Gu Chiefeng’s were stacked—two on top of one, perfectly aligned, all three sixes facing the ceiling without a single tilt.

Fu Lun had not finished speaking when Ling Yi suddenly bent his elbow and slammed it hard into Fu Lun’s jaw.

Mu Yunzhi knew nothing of court affairs. He looked at Shen Kai, who nodded. Only then did Mu Yunzhi realize Xiao Qingchen’s words were true.

Though under the shade of trees, if the rain grew heavier, it would offer no real shelter. Yet all around were trees, no houses in sight—and she had walked farther than she realized. If she hurried home now, she’d be soaked to the bone.

This was probably the first time he’d ever come to the hospital to register for an appointment! He never bothered with such trivial matters.

After Qing Shaoyou finished speaking, Xiao Qingchen smiled: “This method is excellent. Then I shall borrow your esteemed grounds.” Qing Shaoyou said, “No problem. I’ll step outside to attend to a few matters—please wait, Young Master.” Xiao Qingchen nodded, and Qing Shaoyou stepped out.

Yet despite the analysis, reason told him that Lin Chengqi’s suggestion—“just give a few more minutes and the same project can be completed”—was utterly impossible.

Dr. Smith, a top graduate of Harvard Medical School’s neurology department and a specialist in cancer treatment, had never heard that late-stage cancer patients could be cured.

Jiang Changxi mentioned Wu Dun but said not a word about Yin Li. Han Yan couldn’t help frowning and pretended to probe with a cautious reminder.

After we launched our attack on those phoenixes, the group unhesitatingly unleashed another storm of skills. This time, several skills triggered critical hits, and combined with the effect of the “medicine,” inflicted massive damage on the phoenixes—within an instant, their health bars dropped drastically.

Now, having acquired and fused the Wisdom Eye and become the Illusion God, he had not changed this habit.

At that moment, I felt nothing as everyone called out to me—my mind held only one thought: kill, pass through, kill.

Lu Yixue shook her head. Since she had been used, the other side would never let her learn anything useful.

The alley was pitch-black, and given the distance between Chen Jun and Cheng Lijie, Cheng Lijie failed to notice the pistol now in Chen Jun’s hand.

Ji Meng sat on the bed facing the sofa, silently watching the two, waiting for them to continue explaining.

“Brothers, since you all accept me as your big brother, I’ll decide what happens from now on. And letting him die like this? That’s too easy for him,” Qin Chuan said. The bodyguard thought it over, lowered his head, and stepped aside.

As if recalling something, Chan Tu had calmed down and now regarded the opponent with a cool, amused smile.

Bai Fa and Niu Nan quickly stepped back. Ji Meng and Gang Ya, lagging farther behind, saw them retreating and began to retreat as well.

She had once loved lychees most of all; every early summer, the Prime Minister’s mansion would send boats from the south to deliver chilled lychees for her.

“Still hanging in the well, wrapped in plastic? Isn’t that clearly meant to hide it?” someone else chimed in.

“You bastard, how have you survived all these years? If not for my father, you couldn’t even have gotten into the company. Now that you’ve grown wings, you’re betraying us—what should we do about this!” Chen Wenwen covered her face, heartbroken.

“Alright, let’s go back to my rented apartment. I’ll take you on the subway—I never got to take Mom and Dad last time they came.” Gao Jingyi walked toward the subway entrance and bought tickets first at the service counter.

Though no officials had appeared to harass or oppress the people, it was only because the local officials knew Su Fengche was sent by the Emperor. They were far too clever to be foolish enough to reveal their crimes in Su Fengche’s presence.

He had met that person only once; most of what he knew came from rumors gathered by his uncle.

Like the Dragon Tamer, the Church was an ancient lineage, a once-dominant power, each possessing its own unique strengths.

“No, no, it’s fine—have you arrived at my school yet?” Gong Xixi asked.

Gu Qi glanced at him. His build was sturdy, yet he leapt onto the tree without stirring a single leaf—so light, so unnatural. Even the people over there didn’t stir a hair. She grew even more curious about his strength.

On the morning of the third day, after breakfast, Xiao Tian departed from the Xiao Clan’s ancestral grounds amid farewells. Upon reaching the Star Cloud Mountains, he immediately teleported northward without hesitation.

“What I seek, only my elder brother can give me.” Qi Minzhi pursed his lips, turned his head away as if sulking, and let out a faint, quiet huff.

On the faces of the four core disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect, besides despair, there was unmistakable shock and numbness.

“Hmph, if Tang’er truly admits fault today, fine. If not, I will personally appear before the Empress Dowager and demand the truth,” the Marquise of Weiyuan snorted again, turning her head haughtily with a cold sneer.