Chapter 159: 157. Gold Thread Jade Garment (4K, 1/1)

157. Gold Thread Jade Garment (4K, 1/1)

He Ju's response made Song Jia's expression turn to surprise.

She had originally assumed that this seemingly timid man would ultimately shake his head and refuse to join the Spirit Adjustment Bureau.

This was within Song Jia's expectations.

But she had not expected that, although hesitation and fear were still plainly visible in his expression, at the very last moment he firmly declared his intention to join the Spirit Adjustment Bureau…

"Sure enough, you can't judge a person only by appearances…

This He Ju may very well have even more

No one knew why, but the movements at the seaside sealing site—even though the commotion was now earth-shaking—remained invisible to outsiders; a glance revealed only the deep black of night, accompanied by scattered stars above, and the sea surface eerily calm.

He used algorithms to block every part of each video that could be targeted, leaving only the faces of the main figures for people to identify.

I really admire Karl's sense. I asked him, since you don't play with these cat teaser wands anymore, and Kafei doesn't either, can you give them to Bluetooth and Green Bean to play with?

After eating one piece of roasted meat, I wanted to eat the next, but I had to get the blue ball under the blue ball rack.

No one knew who shouted it, but on the other side of the floor it seemed someone was climbing down. The reporters, like hounds that had caught the scent of prey, rushed over like mad.

Yang Kuang's two punches churned the space within the formation so violently that many disciples who had been immersed in cultivation seemed to open their eyes, faces full of confusion.

While mechanically chewing on his chopsticks as he ate, he also thought about the future direction of the business.

"Leave the thing in your hand behind, and you may go." Xie Ting squinted as he sized up Ye Ci, then spoke.

The Spirit-Imprisoning Chains clattered as they flew out from the great gate, instantly binding Death in place; immediately after, Birth, Old Age, Sickness, and Parting—the other four—were likewise bound by chains.

All year round she kept buying curtains; at home she had already stockpiled a huge pile of them. What to do? That was just the kind of person she was—if she liked something at the moment, she'd buy it even if it meant stamping her foot.

Ji Yanci strode out of the elevator with great strides, followed by four burly men in black suits; Zhao Ling followed out, trembling with fear.

Xiao Jingxuan could not make out his expression; she only heard the tone of his voice, which sounded rather like he was sulking, and her heart filled with joy.

He reached out and pulled the person into his embrace, holding on tightly with great force, as if wanting to knead them into his very bones and blood.

"The number is unknown. The hundred household soldiers I led had only just reached the foot of Purple Silk Mountain when we were ambushed. But the people who ambushed us numbered at least five or six hundred." Yu Wu'an recounted the situation at the time.

However, they gained nothing. The rift of the Demonic Instance still existed, just like the rift on that God-Demon battlefield—no one knew how to close it.

After hanging up the phone, under the security guard's indescribable gaze, Fang Qingqing casually undid her hair bun, stuffed it into her bag, smoothed out her hair, and casually tied it into a bun.

A concert with a capacity of eight thousand could already be considered large-scale; when all the audience had taken their seats, the air above the venue carried a pressure even heavier than last time.

"Ashina Duluomeng." Li Shimin's voice was deep and forceful, as if it could pierce straight through a person's heart.

Ji Yanci had no choice but to close his mouth again, though in his heart he was thinking about how to broach the subject later. He turned his head to look at the night scene outside the window, running through the confession lines he had read before, his lips moving slightly as he weighed the words in his heart.

Just as Yun Xiangrong was about to open her mouth to curse Yun Chuyi together, after receiving a look from Third Aunt, she instantly shut up.

Yet how could they have known that Muru Yue had already obtained the best thing. If not for the Divine Stone, she could never have thrown out sixty mid-grade Spirit Stones at once to tempt the shopkeeper.

According to Xiao Long's memories, if it truly were an egg of Zhu Que, at this stage it absolutely would not show such a condition.

When he learned of this news, he was so moved that tears streamed down his face. From then on, all of Li Tianyi's meals were covered by their household; every time the Wang family cooked, they would send a portion to Li Tianyi.