Chapter 640: The Origin of the Golden Carp Jade Pendant

Everyone's innate disposition and personality differ; for Xiao Yu, only when hating someone is a precise reason necessary.

Liking someone requires only a slight reason—reasons are optional, entirely casual.

Killing someone also demands a clear and principle-consistent reason.

Helping someone with a small favor needs no reason at all; if you encounter them and are in good spirits, you help.

Through the Art of Gazing at Qi, she saw that Su Xipo's crown already bore the aura of fortune.

All the merchants assumed the Viceroy would step back, kill his steward, release the detained merchants, and give everyone an explanation.

After discussing some cultivation matters, Zhao Zilong excitedly shifted the topic to the spiritual transformation of fish.

In the second half of his sixth year, Ye Zhen, under Ye Qingcheng's strong insistence, returned to Linhai for the first time—this child had finally taken his first step toward revenge.

"Look how heavily you're carrying—it's throwing off your balance; you might fall. Let me help you hold those two big white peaches?" Seeing no response, Zhao Zilong continued.

He hesitated—what exactly was he now? A drifter? A professional gamer? A youth lost in life? A chosen one burdened with secrets too grave to speak of? Could he honestly tell them?

Zhao Yilong shared Li Juncun's intent: to use Zhao Dagou as bait to lure Zhao Zilong into action, then leverage their ties to the police station to give him a harsh beating.

Ye Youya stood by the window, watching his figure fade into the distance; a flicker of confusion crossed her face.

The wind was icy, chilling—but still colder than the most desperate, most sorrowful, most agonizing, most shattering heart.

"When animals navigate direction and location, beyond the memory we assume, what else is at play?" Shen Nianyi murmured softly. The yellow stallion had come to Zheng'an Hall for a reason—but horses cannot speak. What expedient method could reveal the true cause?

Luo Xun nodded and explained further to Yi Fei: "Zhan Bo delivers breakfast daily, but the girl doesn't appreciate it—she tells everyone else at the company 'saranghae,' yet only tells him 'no way.'"

Its popularity was absurdly high; on the short-video platform Doule, countless videos related to this dance had millions of likes.

Upon entering, the floor was a mess—folded papers and porcelain shards mixed with cooking oil, the food box lying alone beside them.

"Hey, what's going on with your master?" Zuo Yue nudged Dongqing, rare to see such gossip in her expression.

Liu Pazi immediately wrapped the rice into balls, then tore them into individual round shapes; beside her, Lao Hu Shi, Lao Huang Shi, and Feng Shi took the balls and pressed them flat into round cakes of sticky rice.

This man was covered in blood—he must have been hunted by enemies. To avoid trouble, they had to dispose of him quickly before the killers came looking.

Honestly, calling it this name isn't an issue—in fact, many singers on Earth have sung songs with the same title.

As for Master Tong Qinglin, he said he'd come to the restaurant for dinner tomorrow, bringing along his sixth senior brother, the worker from the inflatable doll production line.

She smartly offered praise: "You're beautiful no matter how you look." But Park Jiyeon merely rolled her eyes at this insincere flattery, ignoring the person beside her—and even went so far as to pick up a piece of fried chicken from the coffee table and start sneaking bites.

"Anyway, I'll add this song to my playlist and download it the moment I'm done." Xu Chujing set down the microphone.

Su Mubai nodded; when Zhu Xi pressed down slightly harder, Su Mubai's face twisted into a look of "pain."