Chapter 347

At that moment, the scenes of Tuoba Yuye and Nan Yunhan swapped; Tuoba Yuye appeared before Nan Yunhan, and before she realized it, her knife had already sunk into Tuoba Yuye's flesh, blood gushing from the wound and staining her eyes red.

Indeed, the overwhelming barrage of petals had drained her greatly; she could not summon a second attack in such a short time.

Huo'er was indeed calm—even if Bai Lin found out, she could always claim she hadn't done it, since no one had seen.

The group toured several key sights of Baiyun Mountain, and before they knew it, they had reached the mountaintop plaza.

Through refining this magic artifact, Che Chen was reminded of his greatest stroke of fortune—the magic mirror capable of opening two worlds.

Two parallel lines that should never have crossed now intertwined, inseparable from that moment on.

Hou Changfeng remembered that his alma mater, Fgang Middle School, had sent one student to Peking University and another to Tsinghua University in 2005 and 2008 respectively, and both had studied for a time at Guangzhou's Provincial Experimental High School during high school.

Xiao Muqing slightly shook his head; he disliked this version of Ya Lian. He had always been Ya Lian's beloved, and she naturally noticed every move he made.

Likely, all agencies' idol singers and artists will come out in full force; rehearsal schedules will be extremely tight, opportunities rare, and every decision must be made with utmost caution—the production team's allotted rehearsal time is limited after all.

After learning the secret of the Mí Suǒ, Gao Lang and Zheng Ming no longer held much hope that the Fairy King's Court would trade the complete Mí Suǒ data.

Zeng Kaixuan accepted the gift and hugged her cousin tightly, her face beaming with happiness.

"Sharp eyes, unfortunately, you have no strength left to fight," Chen Yun directly acknowledged Cang Qi's question.

Anqi was utterly awed by Gu Feiyi—oh my god, how brutally merciless his tongue could be.

"There's still much you don't know about this world—what blocks your path is the formation," Kai Shengnan glanced at the distant formation, her expression turning grave.

Although she knew she shouldn't spy on others doing such things, she simply couldn't suppress her curiosity.

"Puff!" Before Wang Fang could react, his throat was slit; with a thud, his corpse collapsed to the ground.

"The winner is the trainee who reaches the finish line with the highest score—and this reward is also extremely generous," Xingtian rapidly outlined the general rules and process of the Beast Hunting Competition.

So, these beings from higher realms came here merely to find a quiet place.

Ran Mu looked at him; for anyone besides her father who cared for her mother, she ought to hate.

"Why do you care so much? Just do what you need to do! I'll have Dawei bring you the money tonight!" Lao Tan waved him off.

"Two thousand children are ants? With all due respect, we are not the same kind of people!" Wang Wei sneered.

The two, as if granted divine pardon, immediately turned and fled—the kitchen was a terrifying place, not meant for lingering; better to make a swift escape.

After learning of Lin Qingru and Fu Chengxuan's relationship, Cui Yuan vaguely understood the origin of this resource.

Yuan Mu couldn't bear to listen, but the bathroom door was open, so he quietly peeked through the crack. The bathroom was large, with a shower and a big bathtub; outside was a sink, a classic dry-wet separation design.

Presumably, Fu Chengxuan himself wouldn't be eager to publicly admit "a mighty CEO still has to go on blind dates"—that wouldn't be very dignified.

"Immortal, General Zhong Kui of Demon Subjugation greets you!" He bowed politely, lifting his thick, bushy eyebrows.

Master Zhao Shen truly dared not let Xu Chuan tidy it up, and he didn't believe anyone could restore order here in one minute.

The educated youths, brimming with youthful vigor and grand ambitions to build a new countryside, felt the allure of this new fighting collective; their hearts stirred with determination to roll up their sleeves and work hard: "We will build the revolutionary rural base." Each burned with lofty, passionate resolve.

And he had to call her "Mom"… This was even more uncomfortable than sitting on needles. Yet he had to keep playing the obedient son—who else could he blame but his promise to Si Feng?

Luo Jingshan clenched his lips in silence, gently placing Xie Changshu's hand back on the nearby seat. Just as Xie Changshu was about to mock Luo Jingshan for not completing his act.

Meng Fu half-closed the door, sat on the room's tea table, watching Yang Zhaolin and Jiang Xincheng sit side by side discussing.

The two rolled passionately on the bed, while Lu TaiTai, whose call had been abruptly cut off by An Sheng without warning, was far from pleased.

Right now, Yu Qi was anything but polite—he nodded politely to Ye Xun, then took his central seat.

But I married Han Meimei—what becomes of my love? What can I offer Hu Shanshan now?

Among the alliances of the Yalong Star River, it ranks among the top five, far stronger than the Three Major Power Alliances.

The evening began; the music returned, and Ye Xun's lips unconsciously curled into a lingering, tender smile.

"Pfft!" Su Fenfang burst out laughing—over a seat? Really? But Qinghuan gave her no chance to ask; after Han Qinghuan and Xu Baicha boarded the vehicle, they directly sat in the seats directly ahead.

Perhaps because she had been reborn, Xie Changshu's eyes were clouded by hatred, fixated solely on defeating Luo Mingxuan; other matters had been smoothed over by her new life, dulling her former ruthlessness, yet leaving behind so many lingering troubles that kept surfacing to annoy others.

I met you among millions—everyone thought it was chance at first, but later I realized it was fate.

Commander 102 had an unusually explosive temper; calming him was no easy task. Bai Yi was out of reach; only the Soviets could bear the brunt of this humiliation.

The moment the two left, someone entered the hall. Yu Li lost his composure, trembling as he rose and turned toward the door.

Gouchen nodded and hurried into the hall, bowing deeply to the back of a figure sipping tea.

Jin Bin originally had little faith in the Volunteer Army's logistical transport mission—he knew they had deployed an entire division of anti-aircraft artillery at Shaliyuan for this operation, only to be half-destroyed by a sudden, relentless bombing raid from U. . air forces the moment they set up.