Chapter 102: He Chen, why must you be so cruel!!!

“I’m fine…” Li Qixing forced a smile, trying to appear unbothered by victory or defeat.

But he overestimated himself.

The smile he forced looked unnatural and awkward, even comical.

He clearly knew this.

Then he remembered something, his face turned pale, and he could no longer pretend.

He was going to the playground for the track and field competition soon.

Whether sprinting, long-distance running, or high jump, all were his

Before bringing Bian Siniang into the family, Liu Shuanzhu had to tidy up the household, and there was one urgent issue to resolve: which room should Bian Siniang be brought into?

If it truly came to that, they might have no choice but to invite Hongjun Daoist, waiting for those ancient beings to act.

He was envious, so when he got home, he quietly told his sister about it—but his mother overheard. The next morning at breakfast, two fried cicada nymphs sat on the table, glistening with oil.

Clearly, Zhao Hanliang was now determined to teach Zhang Cuicui a lesson—after all, she had kept trying to fool him.

Sun Buhuai, young and naive, didn’t understand why his brother looked so gloomy; he remained absorbed in his new toy.

Cangzhe muttered that he had no immediate use for basic points, then pulled out five million points and declared he wanted to be chairman.

3:0. Brother Dong felt victory was certain and paid little attention to the match, chattering nonstop—from Beijing’s sandstorms to Wangjing’s Korean town.

Chen Fan pointed to the vermilion lacquered gourd holding the pills and said, “Something can only hold objects if its interior is hollow and empty—isn’t that right?”

He didn’t understand why, but as the repair completed, his vision returned to normal—he was back in the Wheel Hall, and the chaotic voices in his ears had vanished.

For a Second-Catastrophe Numinous Immortal, even if Lin Hai couldn’t win, he could withdraw unharmed—no one could stop him.

He finished reading the two piles of letters in barely two cups of tea, then exhaled deeply, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stepped outside.

In the end, I’m the one who suffers—this is so damn tragic. I don’t want to be tormented by them—I’ll head back to my room and livestream instead. Let them do whatever they want.

I ran to the island in the lake—it was quite large. I passed through a pavilion in the middle of the lake, then climbed up.

She looked at Wan Qing with curious eyes. Her beautiful figure was laid bare under Wan Qing’s gaze, carrying a faint fragrance that drifted into his nostrils.

Some viewers didn’t know what to say—shocked, Li Feng hadn’t expected his prank to cause such a commotion.

After a moment of silence, Lin Zhen'er rolled up her sleeves, revealing her arms covered in red scars, layered and overlapping.

I didn’t care—I got up and jumped around a bit. Dan Yin also got up, and we continued livestreaming. Liu Ziling and Bian Yiqian didn’t livestream—they were going out and had dressed up beautifully.

“You dare kill me?” Qi Zhen turned pale with fear but still gritted his teeth and glared at Ye Lengfeng.

Li Feng was busy greeting several teachers and didn’t notice Miao Miao—the girl had set her sights on the decorative steamed buns used for the roof beam.

I rushed home to talk to Xu Mengmeng—Wen Liang’s real photo could definitely ease our relationship.

Of course, they didn’t return to the front—they went back to the base of the city wall to receive the priest’s healing. Priests who had been waiting there immediately unleashed wave after wave of healing spells; white light spread downward from the wall, forming streaks of radiant white, a magnificent sight.

Just now, Ye Feng had only used ordinary speed. This time, Ye Feng unleashed his full speed, catching the Bloodthirsty Savage Lion completely off guard.

Without hesitation, Li Xian appointed Meng Tian as Governor of Liangzhou, granting him the rank of Left Army General—a proper, genuine Grade IV military officer—and awarded him First-Class Merit, along with gold, silver, jade, and other artifacts.

Mmm! Watching Sisi’s flushed, lovely face, silent and still, feeling the soft, smooth, silky texture beneath his fingers—he couldn’t bear to let go.