Chapter 285

“Oppa, didn’t we do great? Aren’t you totally smitten? Oh come on, don’t be shy—I know you’re shy-faced.” Zhiyan grinned at Li Chao as he walked in, but Li Chao merely sneered and ignored her, sitting directly beside Xiao Min.

Long Jianfei may not fully grasp his own value, but it will prove immensely beneficial to him in the future—though that’s a story for another time.

“Yes, sir, as long as I live, my tribe lives,” Ebul declared firmly.

The elf races are numerous; the noblest are called Sun Elves, who, according to ancient myths, once fought the gods using the Sun Well. Next come Moon Elves, who, after the Sun Well was shattered by the gods, were forced to take refuge in darkness and began worshipping the Moon Deity, calling themselves Moon Elves.

“I haven’t even settled accounts with you yet, and you’ve come knocking on my door.” Thinking of the strange artifacts inside the ancient ring he’d taken from the old fish demon, You Nuo sneered inwardly—perfect timing.

Then, meeting up with Liu Yumei, they headed to Liwa Yacht Company to receive the yacht gifted to Li Xuer.

Xiao Min stared blankly at Li Chao’s antics, then finally resigned herself, adjusting her posture to lean against him and close her eyes.

Purple flames roared fiercely, yet the Wind and Cloud Pure Yang Sword remained unchanged, not even glowing red. The demon lord nodded, sat down where he stood, closed his eyes to meditate, seemingly oblivious to the furnace’s phenomena and the thunderclouds outside. Li Zhichen and the others exchanged glances, reluctant to leave but unable to do anything, so they waited where they were.

This time, he chose the Tulip Mountain Villa as the location to teleport back to the Third Smuggling Dimension, and instructed the system to record the villa’s coordinates.

Director Chu’s expression was grim; as a renowned director, he’d never before had to beg for funding. But thinking of his lifelong dream to make this film, he reluctantly nodded.

Yang Yiyun had never imagined that the wild beasts in the Taotie Secret Realm possessed no magical power whatsoever—yet still were this ferocious through brute strength alone.

But when the speed of Wu Yue’s absorption reached a certain threshold, his skin could no longer endure it—yet there was nothing he could do to change it.

After seeing off two groups of official figures, the city kids also prepared to leave Heixiazi Village. At parting, the pure-hearted children all wept uncontrollably—Yaya was no exception.

Returning to Qinghu Yayuan, to his newly purchased villa, Chu Nan paid the chauffeur a few hundred yuan and sent him off, then entered alone, sat on the balcony, gazing at the lake in the darkness, breathing in the autumn lake wind.

Nie Fenghua spoke these words at an excruciatingly slow pace, stepping closer to Wang Shi one deliberate step at a time.

Zhou Lin followed his finger and saw two heroic young men striding toward them with the bearing of dragons and tigers.

In November, the imperial capital saw its first snow of the year—light, yet swirling in abundance, settling on the ground like white sand, scattered into nothing by the wind.

She had called this name countless times in her past life; though she’d tried hard to change in this life, a momentary lapse caused it to slip out unconsciously.

The thunderous power within Wu Yue was immense—it had drawn in the thunder energy that had enveloped two worlds, along with the thunder energy of a Thunder Eel.

The object struck the ground and blazed with intense light; the surrounding soil instantly turned red from the scorching heat it emitted. Wu Qi, one of the three, hastily covered his face, barely avoiding being blinded.

Having fought their way from the elimination rounds to the quarterfinals, every team member was exhausted, and pressure had surged. They still remembered the torrent of criticism and doubt after their disgrace at the last World Championship—they had to perform well this time.

I fished out a dog leash from the courtyard and learned that Li Tan was bathing in the hot spring, likely preparing for tonight’s wedding night.

Zhao Qiangwei felt she’d made no progress at all—she’d always aspired to top the assassin rankings. So what had happened?

The doctor smiled, and I noticed two dimples on his face—his smile was bright, a very adorable boy.

After Kong Yixian obtained his permission to give Lu Shan his WeChat, she’d message him twice daily—just brief greetings, a simple “good morning,” and occasionally a few questions about Kong Yixian.

Though we needed to guard against the other side, they hadn’t done anything yet, so directly confronting them wouldn’t be wise.

My room faces north; when I opened the door, I saw the floor was still wet—he’d just mopped it.

Besides, among all these imperial grandsons, Gu Mingyue is the one most closely related to her by blood—who else would she support?

The door opened—it was Zhuo Ling himself who opened it. Seeing Nanxi, he gasped in shock and, before she could speak, yanked her inside with force.

After Sun Miaomiao left, Lin Xi quietly pushed open Liang Rumei’s door and saw her sitting on the bed, lost in thought, so she walked over.

Her son had always been cheerful and bright, if a little timid—but he’d always been lively. Why, after just one trip outside the palace, had he become so listless?

Gu Canghan had consumed too many tonic herbs to strengthen his kidneys and enhance virility—especially those exotic tonics sent to Kang Le.

Since Cao An took up residence in the outer city, aside from collecting protection fees from merchants on the first day, he had never actively committed any evil deeds—at least, he never bullied common folk.