Chapter 70

"Keep a close eye on her; she's been acting a bit restless." Mingzhu said casually, stirring her coffee. She certainly didn't believe that such important design blueprints could just vanish like that, yet Yang Ning had somehow brought them along to the competition. As far as she knew, Yu Tian and Dr. had not yet officially signed a contract.

Ji Qian immediately thrust her head forward, violently ramming her chin, then raised her head, her reddened eyes staring right at him, filled with fury and hatred.

What if she told him she wanted to marry Song Zhen, and the old man replied that the condition was for him to marry into her family as a matrilocal son-in-law? Such a deceitful "any request" was obviously a trap, wasn't it?

With pale hair and twin pupils glowing with a double streak of red light, his withered face looked like some monstrous giant descending upon the world.

Su Zhishen had skipped a grade in middle school and another in high school, but he had dutifully studied medicine for five whole years in university. Consequently, by the time he graduated, he was just barely over twenty years old.

The next day, He Zhengxi sent someone to relay this news to the town mayor, but for several days running, they received no reply from him.

The strange thing was that those people showed no surprise whatsoever upon seeing them appear; instead, they wore expressions of schadenfreude.

Suddenly, someone hurled a pellet toward him, and instantly, white smoke filled the surrounding air.

Seeing the figure of the Dragon Lord vanish from his sight, the God of War felt a great deal of his previous resentment fade away.

The middle-aged man stared intently at Yun'er's soft waist, a hot and almost irrepressible urge surging in his eyes and body.

Time ticked away second by second, bringing the moment of Chi Yan's breakthrough from seclusion ever closer. Ming paced back and forth anxiously inside the Hall of the Guai King, the ominous premonition in his heart growing stronger by the minute.

At this most crucial moment, Zongyang immediately drove his divine soul to launch a full-scale assault against the wave after wave of soul-suppressing talismans, while simultaneously striving to sense the primordial essence.

Hearing Yunyue address him once again as "Brother Xin," Zhan Xintang was instantly overjoyed. Did this mean Yunyue had already forgiven him? Or had she realized she had wronged him previously?

"What on earth are you talking about? Humans like that are mere livestock, nothing more than our food. How could they possibly compare to our noble race?" Mu Linfeng said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Tianjiu's sudden roar caused the entire cavern of molten lava to shake violently. The magma below was whipped up into towering waves. Tianjiu's long hair danced wildly in the air as his dark locks gradually turned gray, the bloody curse on his forehead began to fade, and the entire Soul-Guarding Curse trembled incessantly.

However, since Xuanyuan Tianyue was much closer to Jun Wuyan, what he once failed to understand now became clear to him. Yet what on earth did Yi Nanxun have to do with her? They ought to be complete strangers by now.

Although *Defying the Heavens* has reached its conclusion, I believe this is not an end, but a brand-new beginning.

Night Qingcheng had originally been driving back to her own villa, but upon receiving a call from Ye Shuoyi, she turned her car around and hurried toward the hospital.

He had also tried his best, only to discover with a sense of sorrow that the hardest obstacle to cross in this world is the one we set up for ourselves.

Swan obediently sat back down, casually and subtly increasing the distance between herself and Chen Mulin by a fraction.

Suddenly, Xu Hongji was overcome by a wave of melancholy. While he was still around, he could constantly protect this wayward son, but sooner or later the day would come when he would follow the late emperor into the afterlife, and who would be left to protect him then?

Dunkel, thick-skinned as he was, paid this no mind whatsoever. At that moment, he even had the leisure to lecture the already deceased Orc warrior.

However, against the backdrop of the "alliance" between the Hereford General Corporation and the Britannia Company, William still managed to scrape together a few of the things he had hoped to obtain.

Hearing this somewhat inexplicable reply, Li Xinyi felt even more baffled. Her delicate willow-leaf brows knitted together, almost forming a tight knot at the bridge of her nose.

Among these five raw stones, Xu Dong had also retrieved the one that had always been kept in the corner. While the other four were clearly marked with prices, this particular stone bore no price tag at all.

If they had to rely on these fellows who were far too old, the Cossack army would never be able to become a vital component of the Empire's military forces.

Xu Dong could not explicitly state his unwillingness to partner with Wei Zhehai, so he could only advise him very tactfully to stop gambling any further.

Just like how a millionaire and a multi-millionaire appear identical in status and make no difference whatsoever in the eyes of a billionaire tycoon.

Yet things in this world often turn out contrary to expectations; the very thing one fears the most is the one that arrives. Past noon, an unexpected guest arrived at the Han Banner camp where Lu Jiu was stationed.

Therefore, defending Chang'an was imperative; Ma Teng and Han遂 must never be allowed to step foot past Chang'an. Not only must it be defended, but Chang'an must also be brought into a state of enduring peace and stability. The foundation for all of this was the complete annihilation of Ma Teng and Han Sui, and the pacification of Xiliang in one fell swoop.

Guiguan wanted to say something else, but was pinned by a glance from Chi Xucheng—a dark, profound look carrying warning and murderous intent.

Before the radiance came a flash of spear-light, surging forth with the momentum of a rising dragon to strike directly at Xia Tian, as if attempting to summon wind and rain.

"The two children you plan to kill are my precious sons. Suting Jingyun, if you want to use me to help you kill people, you'd better see if you even have the ability!" Shu Jingrong's subsequent words cast Suting Jingyun straight into the abyss.

I fell silent, though my nose burned with an even sharper ache. Any comfort became redundant. I shifted my body closer to hers, taking her hand so she could feel my presence. After a long while, holding my breath, I finally managed to utter a sentence.

"If you kill this child, you will not only ruin the child, but you will also ruin your own life!" Bai Xue'er pleaded desperately.

Did she want to undermine the affection between the Master and the Princess Consort? Hmph! If things were truly as he suspected, regardless of who she might be, he would certainly make her pay! A fierce glint flashed in Yan's eyes, and he tightened his grip on the sword in his palm.

My curiosity was stirred, and I wanted to ask him what he had done with Moussa, but pressing my lips together, I felt I shouldn't pry any further, lest it stir up new troubles.

Old Ding said with lingering fear that it was the middle of the night, and the sound of the house collapsing should have awakened many people; he prayed they knew we were trapped beneath the rubble and could dig through the ruins to rescue us.

On the day the Crown Prince was to be established, the officials who ought to have supported him as heir unanimously betrayed him, throwing their support behind that fool of a Prince Lu.

It was currently the humid "Returning South" season, making the house extremely damp. The floors and walls were all growing mold, and a strange odor drove me out of the room in less than a minute. With no other choice, I had to go beg for lodging at my eldest uncle's house, taking the opportunity to have a heart-to-heart with him as well—after all, having lost his wife in middle age, it was a good chance to comfort my young cousin brother and sister.

At this very moment, Zhao Anna's heart was filled with excitement; she had finally waited for this moment, and she wouldn't care even if she had to continue sneaking around with Xiao Zhan in secret from then on.

"Your Majesty is actually injured?" Lieshi had not expected that even with Mangchao making a move, he could still be counter-injured by the opponent. How many years had it been since Mangchao was last hurt?