46. Peeping

Of course, Tang Mi would not suspect that Li Shou harbored any impure motives toward Yan Qiniang; to suspect him would be an insult to Li Shou.

Regarding the three-month pact, Qin Ye had remained stationed at the Human Emperor Island for the entire three months, never moving an inch. While his avatar handled state affairs, he spent his time meditating and accompanying his wives. Life had been exceptionally peaceful.

Certain traffic-driven dynamics were precisely the reason why joke-sharing platforms began to lose their appeal. Such platforms had their own dedicated fanbases and various excellent video traffic streams, meaning they had no need for subpar platforms.

The Dark Dragon Sovereign kept instilling corrupt thoughts into Qin Ye, but talking to it was like playing the lute to a cow—completely ineffective and serving no practical purpose.

Looking back on the years since her transmigration, aside from the initial period when she heavily relied on the spatial dimension, she had minimized its use as much as possible in the days that followed.

"Ha, look at you all now, running around like stray dogs! And look at me, commanding so many subordinates—what's wrong with this?" Zhou Xun said with a wild laugh.

Qin Ye looked toward his avatar, a surge of intense mockery welling up in the depths of his eyes. Although the avatar was majestic and command-wielding, in Qin Ye's eyes, he was ultimately nothing more than a dog under the Demon King. Whenever the Demon King was displeased, he could be cast into a place where not even his bones would be found, at a moment's notice.

Li He could hardly conceal his excitement either. To be honest, he didn't even know how he had managed to walk out of the Eastern Palace; he only felt as though his feet were floating.

Although Zhuang Zhuang could not entirely understand what Zhang Qiang was saying, it could still tell that it was probably impossible to get Zhang Qiang to play with it today.

Feeling somewhat sheepish, she looked up at him, declared that they were even now, and briskly walked home.

Consequently, when Guan Jiu returned home after military training, she learned that because of her, Ding Chunhua and Hong Yuelai had fallen out, all triggered by those two new dresses that served as the fuse.

Human beings cannot survive in the netherworld; no human body can withstand the erosion of the netherworld's ghostly Yin Qi.

Qiao Chu's expression shifted instantly. She had thought Shen Ziyu was lying to her, but seeing Shen Sang's reaction, it was true.

Several men who rushed up afterward drew their pistols one after another. Before they could point their weapons at Chen Lan, she leaped forward and began fighting them right by the doorway.

The "Breaking Blade Eight Techniques" and the Japanese "Toyama Military Sword Drill" were simple, easy-to-learn, and relatively basic techniques. They did not require soldiers to become martial arts masters; they only demanded rapid strikes when facing an enemy.

This time, Imperial Noble Consort Zhen furrowed her brows as well, asking softly, "Could it be someone from the East?" The east referred to the location of Ningshou Palace, Cixi's residence.

If the police took him away, he wouldn't withstand even two or three rounds of interrogation before confessing everything.

In the Outer Realm, you still had something to rely on, and those around you were enough to protect you. In the Inner Realm, however, even our Feng family might not be able to protect you properly, especially because of that cluster of flames.

A few days later, the heavy snow stopped and melted. Taking advantage of the warm weather today, Su Miaojing visited Qiuqiu Xu's residence. She had heard that come next spring, his status as a hostage in the Cheng Kingdom would end, allowing him to return to his homeland, the Xidi Kingdom.

"Bang!" Such a sound could be clearly heard as two waves of zombie hordes collided against each other like roaring torrents.

He came from a wealthy family in Qianjing City. Although his life had experienced drastic ups and downs, even during the most difficult times, he had never been reduced to wearing rags and struggling for food. He had never witnessed thousands of refugees begging for food together, nor had he ever seen anyone so "beloved" by impoverished commoners.

"Tang Xiaotian, the Smiling Venerable!" Situ Linxiao murmured softly. Hua Tian nodded. To possess such imposing aura and also be the owner of the Joyful Tower, it could only be this supreme master at the peak of the Returning Truth Realm.

With a single stroke of his administrative brush, Zhang the Butcher and Liu Qiaozui were directly dragged out of Fengdu and cast onto the Yellow Springs Road. It was unknown where they would be reincarnated, but they no longer belonged to Fengdu.

At least in Huazhou, no one had yet attained the title of Heavenly Queen, because the top two or three artists enjoyed a relatively balanced level of fame and fanbase, leaving the crown vacant.

They truly were enlightened beings; even a trip down from the monastery was accompanied by dragon-drawn and phoenix-drawn carriages. Such grandeur filled all mortal people with boundless envy.

Liu Shanzhu looked at his mother's retreating back and let out a gentle sigh: fortunately, his mother was moving to live at his eldest brother's house; otherwise, there was no telling how much grief she would give Bian Siniang in the future.

One of the older, plump monks in his fifties was pacing with his hands clasped behind his back, watching the other eighteen young monks drill.

Zhou An sat up abruptly from the bed, startled awake as if from a nightmare. Yet even after waking, the voice from the dream did not vanish; it continued to echo continuously within the inner hall.

It seems that when we go to the Pamir Plateau, we will need to discuss this matter with the leader of the Five Elements Alliance. When everyone reached a unified consensus, they grew even more worried about the fate of the lower-class people trapped within the "Sali".

Yet right now, the way he presented himself was entirely like a praying mantis hiding in the background, watching every single move they made with utter clarity.

Antonio quickly shut his mouth, chewing on the pork chop in front of him with an expression that screamed his mouth was too full of food to speak.

Or perhaps, was it because of what happened that night? Qianxue felt she needed to take responsibility. But hadn't it already been made clear?

Very often, knowing where someone possessed a strange stone, Li Yanting had to rush there through the night, racing against time to inspect it just to prevent it from being bought up in advance by his peers.

In fact, the moment Muling Xugang and Ni Qiaozhi arrived at the club, his subordinates had already reported it to them. He had originally intended to wait for them to come over for a couple of drinks, or bid them farewell when they left, but seeing Muling Xu drinking himself into such a state saved him the trouble.