Day Thirty-Nine: No Thoughts

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“What do you mean by that?” Xin Yao grew anxious at once. Despite all her efforts to stop him, she still could not hold him back and was so angry she nearly stamped her feet.

“You already have more than enough on your plate. One or two more families hardly make a difference. Still, I suggest waiting until this period has passed before giving it a try. If there are fewer complications by then, even if something really does go wrong, you’ll have time to deal with it properly,” Number Zero said with a shrug.

After leaving the Lin residence, Shu Ning took Shu Baobei back to her father’s home. Seeing her return with a suitcase, her father was astonished. Shu Ning casually made up an excuse, saying that Shu Baobei wanted to come back for a while, so she had brought her home to stay for a few days.

Several minutes later, Yu Chuchu finally opened the bathroom door. Her hair was dripping wet, and beads of water clung to her body. Her smooth skin had taken on a faint flush from the hot shower, while her figure beneath the thin pajamas was filled with temptation.

Before long, a polite knock sounded at the door. Shen Mobei answered indifferently, and the visitor entered—a thoroughly ordinary middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.

After Yiyin returned, his expression was no different from before. When he noticed that Xuanzhu was not asleep, he said nothing and did not expose her.

“Then why don’t you make her get up and cook for you?” Chu Yun rolled her eyes inwardly, set the soup in front of him, and lowered her head to eat.

Goguryeo had brought this upon itself. The Murong tribe had merely fought back. Anyone who ventured into the world should have understood that much.

Ye Chenmeng stayed behind to keep Lan Lichuan company. Although Yucheng was at home with Zhibao and Roubao, Yu Kexin was still somewhat uneasy, so she had Xin Zihan’s driver take her to Lanli Manor.

As soon as those words were spoken, the warriors around them all turned toward Old Tang in unison. He could not help staring blankly for a moment. In truth, had he not been asking himself the same question?

After all, although he could not heal himself, with a health potion and his Q skill, he could still slowly bring his health back up.

“Don’t be so rude—” Eddie Joy wanted to say something more, but he had no way to refute it. There was simply not enough space in the house, nor enough room at the dining table. Two adults and six children already made it unbearably cramped. No matter where they sat, it was all the same.

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Everyone knew that Yucheng’s fans were called Taro. The implication in that sentence was simply too obvious.

Ji Tong was frightened by Helan Yao’s gaze. Then he glanced at Long Shaoyan, whose expression had remained unchanged from the beginning, and somehow felt that Long Shaoyan’s face was saying he had long since grown accustomed to situations like this. Seeing that, Ji Tong no longer had the courage to threaten Helan Yao.

Sunday was the official race day. Starting at six in the morning, the staff and security personnel would take up their posts one after another, ensuring that the rally proceeded normally and was not disrupted by any outside factors.

Thinking about it carefully, in this age and this society, one could hardly take a single step without money. Lin Yi truly needed it.

Who could have imagined that, upon first seeing Liu Jurong in the Detai Palace, people would find words such as graceful, slender, and bright-eyed almost tailor-made for her? Even after years of becoming accustomed to the breathtaking beauty of Consort Huo and Huo Qingxie, they could not help being awed by Liu Jurong’s beauty—radiant as peach blossoms, yet accompanied by a coldness that refused to fade.

“Aunt, the innocent need not fear the truth,” Zhou Qibing said gently in consolation. The Zhou sisters were worried about the Empress, while Su Ruhui could not find much to say and merely offered a few words of comfort from time to time.

Jiang Yizhou’s hand slid from her neck down to her collar, and a faint hint of ambiguity spread through his eyes.

Then he turned to look at the bride standing somewhat helplessly beside the bed, barely managing to restrain his restless heartbeat.

After all, traveling with children was inconvenient, and she could not remain in the Blair tribe forever. She still wanted to visit other tribes. If Song Fangfei came, the two children could be left in her care.

Tang Lele nodded, then pushed open the door to the children’s room. Seeing Mo Qi and Kexin sleeping soundly, she did not disturb them. She merely tucked the quilt around them before returning on tiptoe.

Yin followed behind Huarong, his gaze settling on the brilliant, enchanting Moonfrost Flower. A fleeting, inscrutable glimmer flashed through his deep-set eyes.

“Mom, I want something delicious!” Axu tried his best to make his eyes convey to his mother: You can’t fool me again. I’m not so easy to deceive anymore.

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“All right,” Tang Lele said. “It’s getting late. We should make dinner.” She smoothly changed the subject.

However, if a player was killed ten times in succession, they would have to purchase a resurrection potion from the System Mall.

Anyone could become emperor—anyone but Wei Yao. If he became emperor, she would never see another day of peace. She still had to deal with him later, and doing so was bound to make a mortal enemy of him.

“Get out! I don’t want to see you right now!” Lin Shenghuan opened the door as she spoke and, taking advantage of his distraction, shoved him outside.

Once the bow has been drawn, there is no turning back. Now that she had made her decision, she would not change it easily. Even if it was to save Chi Yu, she had to make the Chuanxing Era a success.

Amid the sound of rain came the shriek of sudden brakes. The Aston Martin stopped less than half a centimeter from Lin Shenghuan, its glaring white headlights shining arrogantly upon her.

I had thought Qin Yang’s visit this time was merely a passing impulse. What I never expected was that, from then on, he would drive his sports car over every day, loitering outside the funeral-clothing shop.

As he put it, he had eaten more salt than they had eaten rice. In his eyes, they were still nowhere near good enough.

“Yuan Yuan decides who has the right to speak.” The words “boyfriend” struck Lin Yanhong squarely in the heart, yet he still had to pretend not to care.

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