Volume 1, Chapter 59: It Breaks My Heart That a Man Like Him Is Cursed with Bad Luck All His Life

Meng Yuan leaned close to his ear and whispered, "What did you say? I didn't catch that!"
Playing dumb, are we? He Kun was so furious that he was grinding his teeth. "You should get your ears checked."
"Say it! Weren't you quite arrogant just now?" As she spoke, she gently lifted his chin, keeping him pinned down with her spiritual power so he couldn't move an inch.
"Fine, I was wrong, I was wrong."
"Hmph, that sounds decent enough this time." Meng Yuan smiled with satisfaction, but before she could even gloat for two seconds, he flipped her over and pinned her beneath him.
Meng Yuan's mind was filled with confusion: What just happened? Everything was fine a second ago.
Smiles don't simply disappear; they are merely transferred.
"Now it's my turn!" He Kun wore a smug smile, repeating the very words she had...

Seeing several people turn to look at him, Du Feng stopped pretending he hadn't noticed and slowly walked forward. Shen Zhaoyang paused for a moment before stepping up to greet him.
Master Xie smiled and said, "Indeed, as a father, I fall short compared to you young people. Be that as it may, since I cannot be of much help to you, coming to the capital with Xie and the others is simply to see you, to be a bit closer, and so I can see my future grandchild when the time comes. Now that Shaoyong has entered official service, I suppose he won't be returning to Quanzhou for quite a few years."
Of course, what she feared was not merely what the West Sage had spoken of—bidding farewell to her father. What she truly feared was the West Sage's terrifying ability to effortlessly crush everything she possessed, the threat of retaliation, and the dread of having her very life snuffed out.
Looking at the folds of fat stacked upon Jiang Haitao's face and neck—resembling a lump of grease that trembled up, down, left, and right with his smile—Zhao Kun felt a wave of nausea. He was just about to retort with sharp-tongued retaliation against Jiang Haitao's veiled and barbed "advice."
Just who on earth was Fenghua? Ran Ran couldn't help but re-examine the man standing before her, dressed in matching couple's wear.
Yang Luo and the two others readily agreed. The four of them walked out of the school gates and found a mid-range restaurant in the student district.

Of course, this "dislike" was merely an excuse; she had intentionally chosen to walk in order to create a grand commotion while simultaneously leaving ample time for anyone else seeking Murong Qiqi.
"Child, do not grieve too deeply. I believe your master would be pleased to see you acting in such a manner." Elder Tan patted Murong Qiqi's shoulder silently.
The two of them stood close, speaking in low tones that others naturally could not hear. Witnessing this scene, onlookers assumed that Ling Qingfeng and Leng Huan shared a friendly relationship. Could it be... that Qingfeng Stronghold truly intended to surrender to the imperial court?
Fu Chengzhou took Nuo from Qin Huan's arms. Holding the child had already become somewhat strenuous for Qin Huan, but the moment Nuo was transferred to Fu Chengzhou, he lifted him high up with ease. It was a completely ordinary scene, yet hot tears instantly spilled from Qin Huan's eyes.
Tang Meng pulled her arms tight around herself. The thin silk garment was utterly useless against the piercing cold wind. Subconsciously shaking her head, she leaped down from the wall.
"Wasn't it you who insisted on a life-or-death fight with him?" The fat man drooped his head in grievance. This Tan Daguo was truly no good person.
Through the shattered hole in the wall, Qiangwei saw that the number of people besieging Duan Zhen today was indeed substantial. The ground inside that room was practically littered with corpses, yet imperial soldiers continued to pour endlessly through the doorway.
Gu Yanfei naturally understood the implication behind his words: he had permitted her to resign, and he was even willing to waive the breach-of-contract penalty, but she had to agree to the condition he was proposing.
Being hungover was already miserable enough, yet an estranged ex-boyfriend had to show up and stir up trouble, adding to her vexation.
"It's not that you disappointed me; I simply don't wish for you to disappoint yourself. Alright, go on inside and get some rest early," Yang Shiwei said warmly.
"Go to Yunxiao Courtyard and scout out the situation. I fear it's not just a matter of mere resemblance. I suspect that guard is none other than Su Ranhua," Ximen Hao said. Judging by the details reported by his spy, he was quite confident that the guard accused by Ximen Yi of having a fondness for men was actually Su Ranhua.
Qin Huan proactively pulled out a chair for Fu Chengzhou. Out of consideration for her and a desire to spare her any embarrassment, Fu Chengzhou took his seat.
Lushi was a creature Qing Kou had indeed heard of. Back at Niuyang Mountain, Chihong had spoken in glowing terms of its achievements. Coupled with its status as a great general and its striking good looks, nearly every female creature across the Azure Dragon Continent was familiar with its name.
In truth, Qing Binghe's consciousness was burning with frantic anxiety, but he was currently completely powerless to control his physical body, which was entirely under Meishi's command. After making that demand, Meishi had seized control of his body without the slightest regard for his consent, leaving Qing Binghe utterly helpless to resist.

"Greetings... Lord Zhi." Guchiao's voice emerged from beneath the bandages, sounding both eerie and grotesque.
"What is it?" As Tanluo retreated step by step, Chen Fangjin leaned forward, trapping her within the cage of his embrace.
"Forget it, let's leave it at that. Time is pressing." Shang Xiang's own calves were trembling, and an unpleasant odor wafted up, causing him to wrinkle his nose in disgust.
Meanwhile, Zhang Meng unleashed three consecutive earthballs directly toward Tuluo's face. However, the earthballs shattered into pieces the moment they touched Tuluo's protective battle aura, let alone inflicting even the slightest injury upon him.
In the current imperial court, Emperor Zhaoqi had finally seized actual power and issued sweeping orders to reform local officials, genuinely punishing many corrupt local magistrates and winning the applause of the common people. However, this also ignited factional struggles within the court, resulting in a delicate and tense relationship among the high-ranking ministers.
"What if you were asked to attend to me every night? Would you still refuse?" Having tasted the sweetness, Jing Yao began bargaining for his own benefits.
Only after learning Xie Laoqi's true identity did Lu Xun resolve the puzzle in his mind. No wonder this man knew that the current year was the eighth year of the Ming Dynasty's Zhengtong era. Had it been any other prisoner, simply knowing the reigning emperor's era name would have been impressive enough, let alone pinpointing the exact year.
This was, of course, a deliberate arrangement by the local government designed to elevate the prestige of the Maritime Trade Supervisorate in the minds of the people, particularly merchants, thereby inspiring greater confidence among foreign traders visiting to conduct official exchanges with the Ming court and fostering increased commerce.
With a knowing smirk, he let his gaze drift suggestively back and forth between Yun Chen and Ruan Yu'er before letting out a strange, muffled chuckle.
The two armies were separated by a distance of five hundred paces. Jiang Anyong was likewise appraising the opposing Rumi army. Over the past ten days, more than ten battles involving forces exceeding three thousand troops on each side had broken out, alongside nighttime camp raids. This time, the Rumi army had mobilized a force exceeding twenty thousand, signaling their preparation for a decisive showdown.