Chapter 101: He Zheyu's Counterattack (Part 1)

Mo Qinghan was so amused by Yan Jinxi’s adorably silly manner that she broke into laughter, though tears still clung to her face. Perhaps this was the most heartwarming thing she had heard since her second chance at life, and it had come from a girl she had scarcely met, someone who was both familiar and unfamiliar. In that moment, a bitter, self-mocking smile curled on her lips; there was such sorrow in that smile, and her heart ached painfully.

Before she knew it, Yan Jinxi had filled her cup again, noticing that Mo Qinghan was still gazing at her, but the look in her eyes was much gentler than before. Gone was the cold indifference; perhaps, deep down, Mo Qinghan had finally accepted her as a friend.

With a silly grin, Yan Jinxi gently clinked her bottle against Mo Qinghan’s and said, “I just—”

Those ancient figures who had participated in the last round of the Cosmic Origin Struggle were now strategically placed in key positions, based on both their numbers and abilities.

Within the same clan, even if there was no blood relation and even if they were separated by more than five generations, marriage was still forbidden!

In the thirty-third year of Jingyuan, at the beginning of the third day of the first month, just after the hour of the Goat, a four-wheeled, flower-adorned carriage with jade-green axles slowly rolled out of Tianluan City.

“Sister, why do you torment yourself so?” The maid clasped Yinxue’s hands, her dark eyes shining with concern, her words filling Yinxue’s heart with warmth.

“Speak! I am asking a question—who was attending to Xue’er just now?” The Emperor, seeing no one reply, grew even more incensed.

Those watching Bai Jie’s actions through the holographic screen saw their Emperor finally swallow down his complicated emotions, no longer pleading or spitting angry words. Yet before they could fully compose themselves, they saw Bai Jie’s eyes glint with greed as he charged toward a nearby wooden cabin.

“As far as I know, your relationship with Prince Rui is quite good, isn’t it?” Ding Yanxiang, stroking his beard in silence, suddenly spoke.

For some reason, her eyes felt sore. When she gently wiped them, she realized at some point tears had begun to fall, drop after drop, as if they would never be wiped away.

The skirt of pale green scattered with tiny blossoms brushed over the half-yellow, half-green withered grass beneath her feet; the blades swayed back and forth in the wind.

Now, poking her head forward, she took cautious steps toward Bai Jie, and before anyone noticed, a swarm of mutated beasts had appeared behind him.

But this was nothing surprising. After all, if time travel could happen, then suddenly understanding English wasn’t all that incredible either.

“As for Wei Qihua, leave her be for now. But we cannot keep indulging the fourth daughter of the family. Lately, I’ve felt she’s changed too much—it’s unsettling,” Mrs. Song said, her sharp nail leaving a scratch on the tabletop.

Once they are acknowledged, they will develop a sense of self and begin to grow. At that point, the task will naturally be complete.

Li Xiaoyun’s appearance was hardly any different from Tang Xinyi’s, except that Tang Xinyi exuded heroic spirit, while Li Xiaoyun looked delicate and frail—the two could not be mistaken for each other.

With a sweep of his sleeve and a beckon to the south, the thousand-pound tree lying on the ground stirred of its own accord, rose upright, and planted itself back in the pit.

A series of muffled cries of pain rang out as hot blood burst around the old man. The fierce Kunlun warriors recoiled, and the fists they had thrown to end the old man’s life were now mangled and bloody.

Within the military camp, only those at the rank of Brigade Commander or above had their own tents. Company Captains and Lieutenants shared, and those below them slept over a dozen to a tent.

She opened her eyes. The world was nothing but black and white. Rubbing her eyes to see more clearly, she heard the voices of peers nearby.

Dong Lianyue took two steps forward, leaned in close to Mrs. Song’s ear, and whispered a sentence. Mrs. Song’s smile froze instantly, but after a moment, she composed herself and replaced it with a dignified expression.

So he fell silent too, watching the other leap up and aim a blow at his head. Without hesitation, Bingo’s right fist shot out.

Mendes could not always expect the blessing of someone like Ronaldo; right now, Hugo represented a more rational approach to football.

“You… why is your nose bleeding?” Zhao Yina felt the warm trickle on her jade-like hand and looked at Lin Chen’s bleeding nose, startled.