Chapter 578

"Should be nineteen? You've been colleagues for centuries—even if you don't keep in touch, you don't even know how many there are?" Xiao Yu asked, puzzled.

Bai Long Wang said: "The Heilong River spans over ten thousand li within Xishu alone! Beyond Xishu, the river isn't called 'Heilong River' anymore, yet there's nearly another ten thousand li!"

The river gods beyond Xishu are somewhat different from us.

They were not personally appointed by the Great God Ba She.

They either self-proclaimed…

I spend one week each month doing outpatient duties at their hospital, then train their doctors for another week.

As for whether to play or not, she guessed Huangfu Ye wasn't in the mood anyway; she was eager to return to the lab for research—Tong Wan Yao might also need to go back to the imperial city for work.

Aolaimu flew into a rage, his face flushed with panic, unsure what to do. The God of Death launched an assault; with his strength, he could easily repel these black mists—but what about the people in the city?

He urgently called for the steward, then scooped up Ali and carried her inside, gently placing her on the bed.

Aunt Caixia blushed—she'd only called her that to follow the Empress Dowager's wishes. How could she call Lieyan "Young Mistress"? What if the princess married into the Mu family? Wouldn't that create an awkward status imbalance? How could the noble Princess of Jin'ao become a concubine of the Mu household?

The shop owner, who had taken a photo with Lin Fan and used free meals and drinks to secure it, saw his business boom ever since hanging it up. He'd introduce his grilled skewers to every customer: "Our nation's guardian deity's favorite skewers—eat them, and you'll grow as strong as Lord Lin."

He was showing her, through his actions, that he had the ability to support her—and their future would surely be bright.

But since she was willing to risk the Eight-Colored Zhulan, Lieyan decided not to hold too many grudges over the rest.

However, Li Siqi didn't rush them, because she'd only written the first two rounds—it wouldn't take long to finish reading.

Ming Li understood: she'd heard that not only had the spiritual vein in Qingling City malfunctioned, but similar issues had appeared elsewhere in Yue Country. Xie Liqing, being a Yue native, naturally worried—but this time, Xianmiao Sect would surely be confirmed guilty of colluding with demonic forces.

Pang Yinan showed no embarrassment at all after his lie was exposed. If I'm not embarrassed, then the embarrassment belongs to others.

"It's not that there's no one—it's that no one wants to get tangled up in this mess," Shen Dai Yu was clear-eyed—he knew dealing with fans was a nightmare. Do it well, and they won't thank you; do it poorly, and you're trending overnight.

This scene struck Song Ning and Gu Huai—Gu Huai remained unmoved, but Song Ning gritted her teeth in fury.

Im, wandering through the cemetery, suddenly stopped and frowned at the wooden plaque belonging to Charlos.

"Ada!!" he roared, flinging his hands wide and hurling his nunchaku straight at Shen Dai Yu.

Watching Mo Lang explode back onto the internet, the paparazzo Wei—who'd taken the photos and collected two payments—slammed his fist on the table in rage.

This discovery came from comparing current images of Tian Dong Star with archived photographs.

To outsiders, it seemed Madame Xue was grieving over Ming Liu—but only she knew where the true pain lay.

As for the "membrane" separating planetary systems, it was nothing but a flimsy facade—easily pierced, allowing free passage.

Since entering the competition, she'd resolved to give her all—not just for her past reputation, but for her present convictions. No matter how little Ni Jielin believed in her, no matter how great the obstacles, she refused to give up.

Smoke on the first and second floors was thick, reeking of sawdust and partially burned wood. Only after a long while did they descend to search for Liu Bai.

Hearing her say only this trivial thing, Huo Xiaoran couldn't help but fume. She and Gong Qingchen desperately wanted to know who was behind the subsequent news reports, and what roles Wang Yaru and Su Xian had played—but they never imagined Zhou Xinyi had nothing useful to say.

"Ling'er, what do you think of this car? If you like it, I'll buy it for you right now," Jiang Chen asked softly, addressing Fang Ling.

As Lin Miyue twisted her slender waist and stepped off the bed, she still felt dizzy and weak—her foot barely touched the ground before she swayed, nearly collapsing.

Su Qin and the other had also heard Mo Hongzhang's heartfelt words, and were equally moved; the three master and servants burst into tears together.

Zhao Ziyue beside her looked utterly hollowed out, her earlier arrogance and blame toward Jiang Chen completely gone.

But Zhong Yanlin had set a rule: until he could stand on his own, he could not enter the Zhong household's inner chambers, so he was forced to live in exile outside.

After arriving at the mall, everyone browsed luxury goods. Meng Tian, while not deeply familiar with them, still understood a bit, constantly observing and learning about the latest local models.

As of this morning, the online refrain "Dragonfly Captain is Innocent" had vanished entirely, surviving only in hushed whispers between people passing on their way to work or school.

Qiu Ruoruo knew this was meant for her own good. Jealousy and pettiness—she might have done such things before, but now, what right did she have to demand Luo Hansheng?

The razor she used was convenient; when she counted, she realized that since their marriage, this man had always relied on her to shave for him.

"You're too arrogant!" Gu Youchen frowned, lifting his head, unwilling to breathe her exhaled air.

"Uncle, hello. You're joking—President He has been far more supportive of us. Without President He, we wouldn't be where we are today," Chen Yue smiled.

She was trying to comfort Luo Feng, and as she spoke, she winked at Luo Hansheng, who stood coldly watching—signaling him to at least show a smile for the child's sake.