Wei Li

“What business is it of yours? You’re not the police.” Wu Rui spoke again, her tone as icy as the frozen surface beneath her feet.

It often takes years to master a martial art, yet Zhou Tong’s progress was truly astonishing.

In the lounge, Wang Fang paced back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, her face etched with anxiety.

The efficiency of the machinery showcased the power of mechanization perfectly; wherever it passed, stalks parted, roots and leaves were crushed—not scattered into the soil, but carefully collected.

Yet the team before them was so thoroughly equipped that it utterly outclassed theirs—the difference was on an entirely different level.

The plan was simple: rush out and take down the mage first—mages are usually fragile—then eliminate the archer, the so-called ADC, leaving the two melee fighters to be dealt with at leisure.

At first, many refused to believe it, convinced prices would rise and bought up large quantities of salt. But with prices holding steady, such hoarding quickly lost its appeal.

Everyone was surprised—the pampered young master from the Yang family had unexpectedly chosen the arduous path of a soldier.

Whether it was the downfall of the Ren family or the destruction wrought by the envoys from the Kyushu Chamber of Commerce, everything was handled so discreetly that no one realized Yang Yu had played a pivotal role; those who knew were sternly warned to keep silent.

Natasha eyed Tony with suspicion; she, too, knew full well that Tony and Hawkeye Barton were never on such friendly terms.

“I’ll say something came up at my family’s place and I’m having him help out for a few days,” Sister Qiu said immediately, providing Yun Fang with a ready excuse.

Dealing with ordinary people, Du Fuwei could indulge his temperament. But facing a master of Li Qin’s caliber, he would never risk clashing his bare flesh against Li Qin’s sword.

Thus, the four-dimensional plane today marks the boundary of existence, perception, consciousness, and survival between higher and lower-dimensional beings. Those of lower dimensions who dare pry into the secrets of higher realms are swiftly and mercilessly annihilated by the gods.

Grandfather Xu’s entire lower forehead swelled and reddened, radiating from the center of his brow to his temples and eyelids.

“Li Fangyi may be young, but his talent in the field of brainwaves is extraordinary—he’s already become Dr. Karl’s assistant!” Li Youran said, not missing the chance to praise her boyfriend.

In essence, if one disregards the essential solid layers like the core and mantle, Europa is an ocean world—its surface ocean simply sealed beneath a crust of ice.

This explains why, in the original story, almost no great monster ever coveted the Shikon Jewel: they disdained using the power of other demons, and to be caught in an endless, nightmare-like cycle for the sake of another’s strength simply wasn’t worth it.

As Dashan recounted his perilous tale, Mother stopped criticizing Blue Boss’s family, her mouth agape in nervous awe, eyes fixed unblinking on Dashan’s face, even forgetting to breathe.

Accuser Ronan was silent for a moment, then nodded. “Understood.” Without further hesitation, he piloted the Necrofighter from the command center through the escape tunnel.

There was also the recent champion of the boxing tournament, who stirred chaos in Miaojiang and bathed the ancient martial world of the Southwest in blood—his reputation resounding. Yet, seeing how young he was, people doubted he was as fearsome as the legends claimed.

“Just look at me, Wei Lü. Once I betrayed the Han court and submitted to the Xiongnu. Now, the Great Chanyu showers me with favor—I hold the title of prince, vast lands and grasslands are mine, with tens of thousands of slaves, herds of horses, cattle, and sheep filling the hills. My wife and children are happy, and I enjoy such prosperity!” he boasted to Su Wu.

“Very well.” Seeing Chen Hao’s confidence, Chen Yunzhi finally relaxed, feeling a weight lifted.

They lay down fully clothed, neither speaking. After a long while, Mei Ga thought, what a gift from heaven. For more than a year, with Old Uncle Yiba around, he and she had never had such a chance.

Upon seeing the skill’s progress bar still half full, Chen Hao immediately dismissed any distracting thoughts and instead turned his attention to his character, who had been stuck at level seventeen for ages.

Suddenly, Chen Hao sprang up from the sofa, his face cold as he confronted Du Xiaotian, who had just kicked in the door, and demanded icily, “What do you want?”

“Why should we have to clean up? Jiang Kairan brought these people—he should be the one to deal with them!” Chen Wei protested, pouting.

“I just know that I’m your bodyguard, so of course I have to go!” Li Xiao declared with unwavering determination.

In the Chu family’s courtyard stood an apple tree, though now in November its leaves had all fallen, leaving it bare and forlorn.

Even if Ye Fei hadn’t called them in person, Chen Hao was certain the matter was inextricably linked to him!

“I’m surprised you know me. That’s right—I am Murong Nan,” he responded with a hint of pride.

Jun Yifeng tiptoed to the bedside. In truth, Xin Yueheng had long since awakened, but unwilling to leave the warmth of her bed, she feigned sleep, lying perfectly still.

Perhaps, during the renovations in the rear courtyard, she ignored the workers simply because she didn’t know them well.

“Your Majesty, a letter has arrived from the frontier,” Xingyu announced breathlessly before promptly handing it to Lin Yunqiao.

“Must I really keep this veil on?” Bei Chenliang was clearly displeased with Jiang Muran’s deliberate efforts to conceal her identity.

Yet, from what little he knew of Feng Lingzheng, his attitude toward relationships was far less frivolous than Bai Tingyu’s.