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Fang Qingye smiled and replied: “Yeah, going fishing. County Chief Miao, Secretary Li, don’t you rest on weekends either?”

“Rest? From now on, everyone in the command center—including me—has no weekends off!” Miao Hongbin said.

“Hard work.”

Seeing the county chief and town leaders arrive, Wang Lei quickly bowed respectfully, then said to Fang Qingye: “Ye Zi, I’ve got work to do—let’s chat when I’m free.” He hurried off toward the earlier spot.

Her long nails dug sharply into the ground, scraping against the floor with a sound that raised goosebumps.

An An gave a slight nod. Li Yifan leaned half against the corridor wall, his gaze deep as he watched An An.

Fortunately, Jiang ManYin went inside to change clothes; otherwise, he feared he might lose control.

He’d worn those underwear before—she’d seen them—but holding them in her hands still made her head suddenly hot, dazed.

Nan Gong Ao glanced at Liang Muqing, then slowly turned away, his tall, straight figure vanishing at the doorway.

Li Juan insisted Wang Huan’er was clearly mentally ill—her veil dragged so long on the ground, it wasn’t her maid’s fault for stepping on it.

At first sight, she only wanted a hug; when serving him his bath, she didn’t dare touch him—now he was waiting to trap her.

The Gu family found a solution: they obtained a psychiatric diagnosis of “manic disorder” for Gu Yeming and sent him abroad for treatment.

But after watching only a moment, Xu Zuoyan’s face slowly darkened. Seeing the main villain’s arrogant, smug expression, he finally couldn’t hold back and began shouting curses.

“Here I am.” Ye Xuantian no longer hesitated—he leapt down directly, not even letting Mo Mo help him.

“Honey, why don’t I find a job?” Chai JiaYin’s eyes lit up. She turned to me, hugging my arm.

With the gentle breeze, she spun, leapt, and danced like a butterfly unbound.

Wang’s father bought her many beautiful clothes and shoes she’d never dared dream of, plus all kinds of delicious food.

Hong Xian thought for a moment and said: “I need to discuss this further with my Master and the others before deciding—but thank you for telling me such vital news. Now we’re prepared, and won’t fall into their trap.” Hong Xian didn’t reveal that Jia Shirén was her father’s killer, fearing it would alert them.

Six large hands reached into empty air, each grasping—surrounding torrents of deadly mist surged in, transforming into six heavy weapons: axe, blade, halberd, sword—and slammed violently toward the lightning falling from the heavens.

While Yang Xinyi chatted with Grandma Xia, Xia Zhi sat quietly eating his meal beside them, as if their conversation had nothing to do with him.

In truth, Yue’er wasn’t unpleasant—aside from her childish speech. Her evasion techniques were impressive; perhaps I could learn something from them.

“...Master, if a student’s talent and IQ are as low as dust, no matter how brilliant, cool, or awesome the teacher is, success is nearly impossible.” 9527 thought of his utterly ridiculous, insane Master and wanted to cry, wanted to die.

“If Madame calls me, then I will come,” Lu Yan said to Lady Lou. Lu Yan’s courtesy name was Ziran—like Lu Xi, her name was taken from the Dao De Jing.

Against these lowly disciples, Wang Long didn’t need tactics—he met force with force, driving his Thunder-Origin Extinguishing Dao Sword straight into the Wind-Earth Formation.

Her voice was low, soft, tinged with nervousness—but anyone could hear: her question was firm.

Strangely, Tan Zili walked beside him this time. Though their directions were roughly the same, they usually left separately after gatherings.

I was utterly stunned. Damn it—was I now a homeless, pitiful child?

Now, all we could do was leave it to fate. I grabbed Cold Eagle and lay down in a spot shielded from direct sunlight, waiting quietly.