Chapter 29: Xiang Yu, Nothing More Than This

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Yu Zhixing smiled faintly, his eyes betraying an unmistakable tenderness. He was trying hard not to look at Wen Lulu. The current funds were still substantial, thanks to Zhao Shanhe’s selective promotion for Qi Qi.

“Is that Han someone you know?” Zhao Zhongqing looked disdainfully at Xu Youyou behind them and asked.

Neither Meng Yu nor Song Zhaofeng were people to be trifled with. Rather than risk offending them by playing mediator, it was better to sit quietly and maintain one’s dignity.

Gu Sheng disliked eating out; she always waited until she returned home to cook. The traffic jam earlier had already wasted a lot of time.

Princess Leyao seemed displeased as she slowly cleaned the dirt from under her nails, a look of indifference on her face.

After a kiss, one could still ask in a lazy, casual tone, “How does it feel?”

Gu Yuxi had never thought a man could be such a chatterbox. Angered, she tilted her head up, which just happened to bump into his chin.

Why not just borrow it back then? Washing dishes, doing part-time jobs—working day by day would prevent starvation.

Even he felt a chill in his heart; if those arrays were truly triggered, though he might not die, he would surely lose a layer of skin.

Apart from the eight tower-shaped pillars, the most striking feature of this space was in the center: countless outward-extending supports converged to form a complex spiral structure. Amber’s gaze rested on the tightly wrapped spherical building there.

Faced with an attack from rivals, Apple Satellite TV was speechless. They had never played fair to begin with. Now that things had escalated, Apple Satellite TV could no longer pretend to be innocent.

Golden sword energies rained down like a dazzling cascade toward Ye Tian, emanating an aura that locked the heavens and sealed the earth.

Previously, when Ye Tian broke the array and subdued the four controlling wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, it was not purely his own power but also the divine might summoned by the nine-zhang sacred bridge.

When Zhenming and Ji reached the back of the school building, they found everyone somewhat at a loss. Here, only a vertical wire fence and a row of trees lined the ground; opposite was a bike parking lot and a water reservoir. This was hardly a suitable place for refuge.

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This time in Southern Tibet, I only had Huzi as my companion, and now he’s missing. I have no confidence at all.

“No. Actually, I think you have quite a talent for cooking. Need me to ‘train’ you a bit?” Li Quan immediately changed his tone and surrendered.

This time, he suffered severe loss of spirit; for a long while, he probably wouldn’t be able to use time-space laws or sword intent.

Two cups of wine touched his lips; the taste was similar to the baijiu Ye Chenfeng had drunk before, just a bit stronger.

“Alright! Dandan, remember to call me then!” Yuan Qingfeng shouted in agreement, knowing he couldn’t afford to lose composure right now.

Not far away stood a young man dressed in coarse linen, yet his bearing was undeniably noble—it was Fang Zhengyan.

Fifteen minutes later, the Five Elements Sacred Beasts slowly vanished, the five-colored radiance gradually dispersed, revealing the Soul Refining Cauldron inside.

Everyone was momentarily stunned, then looked at Shufen. Following Lin Xiaoxiao’s pointing finger, they all understood and couldn’t help but laugh softly again.

Later, after the incident, she received a call from the Tang family and had to wait in the Western restaurant. Within minutes, three black cars stopped in front of the restaurant.

That mouth, now carrying an unknown liquid, pulsed rhythmically inside and just outside, its red lips showing a baby-like tenderness, looking like a strange flush of crimson.

Everyone secretly glanced at Feng Linglang, but the King Lang’s expression remained unreadable.

The hoarse voice sounded harsh, faintly coming from beneath the black robe, as if the robed figure cared little about the price of the pill.

A faint smile played on Lan Ling’er’s lips; her expression was dazed. This was good—knowing nothing, at least Mu Anran arranged everything for her. Even her emotions were managed. How fortunate Mu Niannian was.

In the Fire Cultivation class of the Yanxue system, a middle-aged male instructor was lecturing when a sudden voice outside the door drew everyone’s attention. Ming Mo stood outside and slowly asked.

When the thunderstorm struck, he had no time to enter the bubble formed by the withered tree. Even activating his constitution, he would likely be injured.

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The deputy general manager of Chitian Company before him was also a connection introduced by a short-term training classmate. These past days, he had to endure staying in that man’s room day and night, dragged out each evening for meals, drinks, and entertainment—it was tiresome beyond measure.

Katagiri Satoshi walked down the street with vacant eyes, until a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

As the three fled, they glanced back at the one who had blocked the werewolves for them. At that moment, the card on his belt transformed, and he completed his transformation.

At the end of August, the university Mu Luo applied to was about to start its term, and Ling Xingyu’s expression remained unsettled.

Filled with sorrow, Xiantaro and Xin returned home. Meanwhile, the damaged space-time was repaired by a singularity existing in the future, after arriving between the time of Hana’s birth.

She wasn’t wearing pants because of the summer heat. Back when she was a man, she and her roommates often stripped off their pants in the dorm to have fun.

“Not so, not so! Indeed, indeed!” The man in red, who had been silent, spoke with feigned profundity.

Others from the club watched Qin Junyan nervously. This was competition season, and his injured arm severely affected his training and racing. Qin Junyan was the soul of their club; without him, they were anxious and unsettled.

“Heh!” Dongfang Bai coldly smiled, his gaze turning sharp and cruel. He had held back just now, or Ling Duan would have turned to ashes. But what was the result?

“Your Highness, do you mean—?” The sky grew darker and colder, yet Gongsun Tu, warmed by the sixth prince’s sweet words, felt no chill. She bit her lip hard, throat dry, heart pounding wildly, standing there helplessly.

The Heavenly Secret Chaos finally appeared in hand. Though wrapped in cloth, its chilling aura still sent a bone-deep coldness to those opposite.