Chapter 934: Summer Inspector

Setting aside her heart knot and free of worries, Yu'er's smile grew ever purer, and she could truly play happily now.

With a candied hawthorn stick in her mouth, Yu'er ran all over the streets and alleys of Qingzhou city — one moment looking at lanterns, the next watching street performances, then staring unblinking at a few cat and dog spirit beasts.

Mo Hua followed beside Yu'er, his expression gratified. But Yu'er's words still lingered in his heart.

"Three 'Yu'ers,' one in the mountains, one in the water, and one

The Ninth Princess, who had already taken a step forward, instantly shrank back. She looked at Yun Che expectantly — at a moment like this, had he come alone to rescue her because, perhaps, there was still a tiny bit of her in his heart?

"You, how are you?" An Keke's attention was thus drawn over, and she once again solicitously supported him.

Seeing the two of them about to clash on the spot, Yun Zhi immediately played peacemaker and pulled them apart.

She watched for a while longer, then shut down the computer and prepared to head home. Ever since Huo Zizhao had transferred schools, the door-access restrictions on her home had quietly been lifted, so she would occasionally come by in the evening to handle some matters.

Matchmaker Wang felt a bit resentful that the person who called her over hadn't explained things clearly, but in the blink of an eye she found an excuse and slinked away.

The more it was like this, the more curious Ji Rufeng became, the more he felt there must be some unknown secret hidden within. His heart was scratched by a cat — unbearably itchy.

"Didn't we already toast to the past? I've had a bit too much to drink now, I don't want to drink anymore!" After saying this, Xu Qing lowered her head and stopped paying me any attention.

The distance was very close, but also very far. If sprinting in a straight line, Bailuos believed that from launch to attack, he would need less than a second.

After greeting everyone one by one, she found a seat in the second-to-last row by the window, put on her earphones, and quietly listened to music.

Every time Dugu Qiu threw out a move, a fierce gust of wind would rise; wherever the gust swept past, there came a great flapping sound, and in an instant it swept away the sword qi Lin Muyu had unleashed.

The two of them engaged in battle, waves of biting cold running rampant, forming a storm. Fortunately, everyone present was extremely powerful and would not be affected by the battle's aftershocks.

It was at a moment like this that Tang Luoluo, feeling so awkward in her heart, seemed also able, at a moment like this, to feel the man who was holding her so tightly.

But her little gesture seemed to have already touched upon some bottom-line principle of their CEO Gu.

Suddenly, Lin Changkong's moves shifted — his fierce, domineering spear art transformed into attacks of profound and mysterious intent, spear gleams streaming forth in an unbroken chain. Clearly, sensing that he could not suppress Chu Chen through direct confrontation, he sought to win through the profundity of his techniques.

Zhang Yu finally understood — no wonder the emperors of old all loved to vie for such scenery. Such scenery was a feast for the eyes; if it all belonged to one person, that would be an immense bargain. But in the end, this scenery was scenery that could not be carried away — every inch of rivers and mountains, every inch of land; no one could change anything.

In fact, when Tang Luoluo originally came out to prepare for work, she had also thought about being caught red-handed by this man, Gu Qianmo.

"How dare you!" Lu Xuan's words instantly enraged everyone present. The Pope in their hearts was not only supreme, but also the embodiment of god.

"Brother Xi, your strength is so formidable — I wonder what law you primarily cultivate, and what kind of Heavenly Dao law you wish to comprehend?" Feng Tai asked, puzzled.

Beneath a resplendent, gilded facade stood a large-scale auction hall. Ye Huan strode in.

The soldiers who had come over exchanged glances, all somewhat baffled, and in the end all shook their heads.

Leng Yifeng carried her into the car, not knowing what dream she had had that made her cry so heartbreakingly. He pulled over a tissue from the side, leaned in gently, and tried to wipe her tears dry.

When his consciousness once again entered the sea of awareness, the sliver of worry in Li Yang's heart was immediately set at rest, because he had been worried whether his consciousness would be forced out again — but from the looks of it, nothing seemed amiss.