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Chapter 572

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"Of course I love you."

Shen Siyuan finally answered this question; compared to not loving her, Taozi certainly wanted to hear this answer, and he hadn’t lied either.

"Really? →_→"

"What else did you think?"

"I thought... I thought it was more likely just hormones," Taozi softly bit her lip.

"I don’t deny that part exists, but mostly it’s liking—your appearance, your personality, both—"

Back then, when the Xuan Huang Flag was in my grandfather’s hands, why didn’t he discover its mystery? And why didn’t any of the Zhang family’s ancestral cultivators find it either?

Today, many imperial censors had already prepared to die in earnest petition; if Li Zhi still insisted on making Wu Zhaoyi empress, they would die right there in the grand hall.

The studio was fairly spacious, sixty to seventy square meters, piled with Lao Chen’s works and blank oil canvases—all large pieces over two meters on one side; that was his passion.

Hua Yu’s HP read 988 points, Zhu Guangyi’s HP read 899 points.

Fish, dragon, human, ghost may have been ancient hex symbols representing space and life, mysterious hints from antiquity regarding divination and mountain-river energy lines; the full set of hex symbols should consist of sixteen, requiring at least four numerical values to generate a specific hex pattern—the more divine mechanisms, the more accurate the resulting hex.

Then, as a Dao cultivator sensing the changes of Heaven’s Dao, shouldn’t one abandon the ancient methods?

I laughed silently and ignored them. Whether I could meet my quota was none of my concern; besides, the internal elixir had already been refined by the Green Verdant Cauldron—I had no intention of explaining anything.

Xiangyao’s body drew closer to me, tested a few times, and seeing I didn’t mind, he simply settled down seated directly before me; his expression suggested he felt extremely comfortable near me.

"I wander the world, and when I see a beauty that captivates me, I paint her. Beauty is like jade, rosy cheeks like water—if you don’t cherish her, isn’t that like burning a zither to boil a crane, utterly vulgar?" Hou Xibai had drunk too much, speaking softly; as he spoke, his fan seemed to make each beauty float gently in the moonlight.

Of course, if this were modern Nanjing, such a large courtyard would cost ten times as much—add another zero and you still couldn’t afford it.

Whoever dares to object, I’ll have Ingrid call them and just say: “I wish you a hundred years of life.”

There was no pre-combat training, no drills—everyone just idled away the days. When mealtime came, the platoon leader would blow his whistle Zhunshi downstairs.

A vast cloud bank had covered the moon, plunging the Qinhuai River, once bathed in silver moonlight, into near-total darkness.

She turned Mo Lun’s body upright, laid him flat, then immediately began rummaging through the piled items in the pool, wondering whether Qing’er might be crushed beneath them.

It let out a long howl, its hind legs crouching slightly, front legs extended, its whole body radiating a beauty of power.

"I don’t want Dad, I want Auntie, I want Auntie," Chu Jiu cried, squirming in Chen Lai’s arms, completely unmoved by the bribe.

He walked straight over to the prostrate flying beast; his casual gaze casually swept over the large leather roll beside the seat, and he clearly flinched.

The ten outermost chess pieces crackled with lightning; with a sharp crack, the surrounding Ganlan Ice Flame was shattered in many places.

The voice cut off abruptly; the man’s eyes bulged in fury, as if trying to say something—but no sound came out.

Themis’s white, slender fingers gently stroked the parchment, radiating a tranquil aura as she pursed her lips in thought.

She followed her through washing, dressing, and eating, until finally, overwhelmed, she collapsed face-first onto the dining table.

Guan Jiahui blushed instantly, because Lin Zhengjie had booked a suite—Li Cui’e and Lin Jiaxuan were also there. She had stayed at the Lin household before; though they’d shared living space, they’d never bathed together.

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