25 The Phone Call

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Some things are only enjoyable when shared with others; watching on a phone or computer alone is just a makeshift solution, so why go through all the trouble?

Grandmother saved face for her daughter-in-law: "Weiwei called earlier and said she would bring us food, so we didn't tell you."

At this, Zitan’er’s voice trembled slightly. Her brows furrowed tightly, and the sorrow in her eyes surged forth like a tide.

Shen Wei went to the gourmet corner. It was said that the food here was just for show, as everyone was too busy socializing and working to actually eat.

He wore a deep purple robe, his peach-blossom eyes brimming with amorous charm. He sized up Xia Sui’an with a gaze like a predator eyeing its prey. Catching a glimpse of Pei Yanquan behind her, his brow furrowed slightly, and he looked away.

Xu Hongdou and Chen Nanxing went to explore the ancient town early in the morning. Chen Mo, anticipating nothing more than being a bag-carrier and photographer, decisively declined.

"Consort Zhao, you look a bit pale. Is raising two children too much of a burden? Why not send them to the Qiwu Courtyard? I can help share the load." Murong Yan looked at Zhao Hu’er with a smug expression.

Just then, Gu Shiyi caught a glimpse of a suspicious figure outside the phone shop, but when he focused his eyes to look again, the figure had vanished.

"Then it couldn't have been my place. There are no men in my house; we can’t even chop thick logs. Even a few years ago, when my mother was in good health, we had to borrow an axe whenever we needed firewood." Chen Qing felt an instant sense of relief.

He Xiuyu gritted his teeth and glared at Zhou Mengmeng before going out to find Xu Yunhe, but she had already left.

The disciples and elders of the Ethereal Sect had only heard of the Seven-Colored Ring Mountains, but had never had the chance to witness their splendor in person.

"Perhaps we could have him help find some divine materials, such as a Sun Core or a Star Source." Su Fei’s gaze fell into deep thought.

In a manor in Country M, sitting in a white rocking chair in the garden, Bai Lian’s smooth shoulders were exposed to the air, her clothes torn and hanging off her arms.

Tang Qian felt that the power had almost completely left the horn-bead’s body. Looking at Zhang Zhi’s state, it probably couldn’t get any worse.

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It wasn't that he looked down on the Low-Key God; he knew a thing or two about the affairs of Country CY. The Low-Key God had served as king for a week, but it was a very stifling reign.

"Good, very good. You have powerful energy flowing within you, and your physical strength is formidable. Your future is limitless," the giant ape remarked.

Commander Yan’s expeditionary legion discovered that the Twilight Zone seemed to be infiltrated by the forces of the Heavenly Demons, so Uncle Yin sent another detachment to bolster Commander Yan’s ranks.

Qin Lin asked, and Qin Guzhi paused before picking up his wine to take a sip. "We'll see." At over thirty years old, the prospect of returning to campus made him feel conflicted.

The black-rimmed glasses on his nose obscured a face that was actually quite handsome. His physique was decent; one could tell when he cosplayed as a mage—it was just right. Without the glasses, he looked far better than he did now.

Fortunately, she had been shielding her from the spectators' gazes, confusing their spiritual senses; otherwise, that scene would have been seen by the people of the Daoqian Sect.

Li Ling’er looked at the group, who had fallen into silence again. Her delicate lips parted, but she didn’t know what to say.

Mi Yue nodded. "True. In fact, for a long time, I made going to the State of Qi my goal. Back then, you fell from your horse while fighting the Yiqu, and I couldn't find you. I thought you were gone..." She stared into the distance, lost in thought.

After covering a short distance, the fluctuations around Wang Liang became increasingly blurred, and the silver beams of light still falling from above no longer appeared as thick as before.

In such a situation, even if one knew it was intentional, most people wouldn't say anything, but Zhou Renyan was not most people; the accusatory question burst from her lips.

She had some gaps in her memory of that night, perhaps because her emotions were too intense at the time, causing her to overlook certain things.

Because of the terrifying cycle of reincarnation power lingering nearby, the consequences of being struck would be dire.

With the participation of the Astrologer Jiang Huang, the scheduled discussions proceeded smoothly. The others had been skeptical at first, but once tangible help arrived and the routine became second nature, everyone seemed to let their guard down.

Although not explicitly stated, the words and actions of Mitsukuchi Hiraitaro clearly indicated his mood and determination at that moment.

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A majestic aura erupted, spreading instantly, followed by the figure swelling several times over until it reached a height of a hundred feet. In her phoenix eyes, pink radiance flared, and an incredibly tyrannical, biting intent to kill surged forth, sweeping across everything.

It wasn't that Lei Ming didn't want to help, but he simply didn't know how. The cave was too deep, and they had been running in circles; following that logic, it had to be due to some kind of formation.

The princely estate was vast and dispersed, and daily operations were generally handled by the steward. Prince Yi never interfered, needing only to know the general situation.

Feng Moxue knew that, judging by Feng Xilian’s mindset, she wouldn't be so willing to comply. She was truly acting strangely today.

However, the Emperor was merciful. Considering that Pu Tao was pregnant, he bestowed a royal title upon the unborn child, who would inherit the estate upon birth.

Upon checking into the hotel, Feng Xilian displayed a polite sense of courtesy! But to Feng Xiaoxiao, this smelled of a conspiracy! Feng Xilian was not the type to make concessions. What on earth was she planning?

An Qi’s expression became as terrifying as a demon’s. She wore a horrific, evil smile, one that might even remind someone of a serial killer from a horror movie.

This was not impossible; in any case, Xia Yingliu was now more willing to believe her own theory.

Her goal was clear: returning to Prince Yi’s estate was not to win back his heart, nor to compete for favor, but to seize power, map out the entire estate, and if necessary, help Prince Qian ascend the throne.

After finishing her dinner, Feng Moxue returned to the company unhurriedly. At the entrance, she saw Zhou Shiyu being blocked outside, clutching a thermal food jar. It seemed she had come to look for her father.