Chapter 23

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It was located in a dilapidated building in District E. Below was a daily grocery store run by an old woman who was also the landlady of Meow Meow Co., Ltd. Because the company was frequently behind on rent, the old landlady’s temper had grown increasingly sour.

The mist at the center was becoming ever denser; by now, not only was the seashell invisible, but the ice pillar that had supported it had long since vanished.

The boy in her dream, standing against the light, was incredibly handsome. He was the light in her heart—the most dazzling light of all.

Du Qiong opened the door, looked left and right to ensure no one was around, and prepared to vault over the wall! Just then, a voice called out: "Hall Master? Hall Master, you’re back? Don’t we have a door? Why are you climbing the wall?" It was a man in black.

Although two performances had already taken place, the hall remained filled with boisterous noise, and in the intervals between acts, the clamor grew even louder.

After putting some distance between himself and Wutong Mountain, Elder Shunshi finally let out a sigh of relief before flying resolutely toward the capital of Dashan Commandery.

The three of them immediately grew tense. Old Man Bai gave a signal to one of his subordinates, who understood at once and fired a firework from the window.

"Is that all there is?" Ran Huo suddenly shouted in fury, unable to comprehend how he could have been defeated by such an incompetent wretch last year.

Some of these items had been given to Long Fan by Qin Changyuan, others were taken from the bodies of those Long Fan had personally slain, and the rest were left behind by the members of the Blood Sun Sect.

Since the six judges had awarded near-perfect scores for this rendition of "Shuidiao Getou," combined with Qingqian’s scores for talent and beauty as well as her results from the previous two rounds, her total score finally surpassed that of Miss Wei Zi of Luoyang. Although it was impossible to predict what would happen later, at the very least, Miss Qingqian had secured a spot in the top three.

"My Lord, your servant is here to deliver water." A sweet, delicate voice, reminiscent of an oriole, echoed from outside.

Hearing the commotion of Wang Lin’s return, Su Mingzhe got out of bed, threw on a bathrobe, and headed downstairs.

She offered to help move the remains, but Song Pan remained silent, looking at her only with eyes filled with terror and unease.

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Puna had likely seen the major news that broke in the Void Realm today, as she gave an unprecedented nod of agreement.

From her graduation to her role as a research assistant at the Geological Research Institute, combined with the work-study jobs and part-time gigs she had held continuously since university, Wu Qiong had thirty thousand yuan to her name.

"I have the same feeling now—like I’ve broken free from some kind of shackles," Gong Yuexin said.

She had repeatedly asked about the new concept of the "Evil God" proposed by the Spirit Cult, worried about whether it would lead her into a trap.

The moment he left the Spirit Cult’s spiritual initiation chamber, a vast, majestic city of iron and machinery appeared before Zheng Jing.

A handsome man with a perpetual, breezy smile on his face appeared in the most footage during the massive battle among the crowds.

Suddenly, the resolute figure of Ye Sichen leaped into Wen Wanqiu’s mind, bringing a sense of calm to her turbulent heart.

Xu Ruoxi wiped the tears from her face, bit her lip, and nodded at Tang Chen. Too embarrassed to look at Cao Yanqin again, she turned and ran out.

He naturally understood that Chu Qianlan’s worries were not groundless. As Ruotang’s most cherished relatives, they would certainly not be spared by Consort Shu, who sought revenge against Ruotang and Chu Qianlan.

The flying saucer glided out of the cave, moving horizontally at first before rising higher and higher. In a blink, it soared into the grey, hazy sky, heading toward the royal castle.

The moment this thought occurred, Chu Liangrao felt the scene go dark, followed by a blinding white light. She hurriedly closed her eyes, shielding them with her hands, and only slowly dared to peek through her fingers.

Regardless, the Princess was of noble birth; in his position, how could he speak ill of anyone?

Qiu Lingyang caught the round, plump body of Qiuqiu and stared at the "nefarious" man next door. It was one thing for him to go crazy in the past, but this time he had actually had someone tear down the walls of her house.

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But now, if she didn't beg her father, she didn't know who else could help them.

"Forget it. You just don't trust me, so why say so much?" Lu Chuhe suddenly exploded in anger, shook off Qin Aotian’s hand, turned, and walked out.

Liu Pingfan gently closed his left eye, and a strong sense of familiarity enveloped him. In a haze, the wooden stick in his hand instantly transformed into a pile of powder.

The ringing was loud and clamorous. Before Yiman could answer, Sister Lin hung up in a hurry. She was very hesitant about whether or not to speak.

However, after Yiman finished, she considerately massaged Mr. Cheng’s shoulders. Mr. Cheng was satisfied, and only then did he look at her painting.

It wasn’t that the Evil Spirit didn’t want to resist, but it had been severely wounded by the spiritual sense of Lei Zhentian. Furthermore, Liu Feng was the original body, while it was merely a wisp of energy within that body. The original body already held the advantage, and since the spirit was heavily wounded, it naturally could not withstand Liu Feng’s ruthless strike.

Regarding what Mo Shang said about Mu Xinghan’s illness, Lan Ling’er felt a tremor in her heart. She dared not guess what was true or false and could only wait until Mu Niannian arrived to inquire further.

Suddenly, Lan Ling’er felt as if she had forgotten how to breathe. "Even if it’s not pretty, it’s still mine"—Mu Xinghan’s soft yet firm words were like the most beautiful melody, and for a moment, Lan Ling’er was so stunned she couldn't return to her senses.

In an instant, Mei Shuang felt her eyes grow moist, and ripples of emotion surged through her heart, filling her entire soul.

Perhaps she had long realized that there would be no happy ending for her and Liu Pingfan, but she still chose to be like a moth to a flame, because she believed that if the day truly came, she could leave with a smile and easily let go of this relationship.