Chapter 146: The End is Also the Beginning

"Bang!"
"Hisss—ouch! Shit!"
Geng Haoshi rubbed his scalp and stood up from the floor.
Looking at the quilt that had fallen to the ground, Geng Haoshi realized that everything just now had merely been a dream.
After tidying himself up a bit, Geng Haoshi dragged his plump body and strolled lazily toward the cafeteria.
As Geng Haoshi passed by the basketball court, he spotted an enchanting young woman fluttering in a white dress.
"Old Man and Fish": "Although salted fish are bloody annoying, their stats are genuinely terrifying—even higher than the boss's." With that, Old Man and Fish shared a battle report.
Seeing that Yue Ling'er was completely devoid of any pretentious airs, Li Yujie felt much more at ease. She picked up her chopsticks and joined Yue Ling'er in enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.
Liu Qingfeng's face appeared before Liu Qingfeng. Although she could not speak of this matter, she felt a shred of sympathy, or at the very least, no hatred whatsoever.
He had indeed grabbed Gao Yuan's hand, but Gao Yuan couldn't pull himself up either. Gao Yuan was completely out of strength and failed after several consecutive attempts, almost dragging Lin Fan down into the sea with him. At that critical moment, Su Nan suddenly jumped into the water. Supporting Gao Yuan from underneath while Lin Fan pulled from above, they managed to haul Gao Yuan back onto the boat with much difficulty.
The emperor likely planted secret guards around all his officials, partly to ensure their safety and partly to monitor them.
Propelled by the rebound force of the bamboo, the figure was sent back into the air, tracing a parabolic trajectory before finally plunging into the spring water.
Yue Ling'er also realized that she was indeed in no condition to move right now. Furthermore, upon hearing the voices nearby, she already knew that Lu Suiyuan had saved her.
However, coming into close contact with Wenren Ruyue now, every move she made—honed by the art of seduction—carried an allure potent enough to drive a man mad, naturally stirring ripples in Fan Shi'er's heart and nearly shaking his sword-heart.
Yet, even if everyone joined forces, the odds of winning were actually slim. Therefore, I will definitely prepare for both scenarios: first unite, and then, at the appropriate moment, surrender to the Fantasy Spirit City.
Silently activating the protective barrier, he didn't dare to act reckless anymore—he couldn't afford to squander it. After healing the wounded soldiers in the hospital, he managed to restore his combat power to fifty million.
I am also a designer, so I truly understand how distressing it is when you cannot design according to your own ideas.
Mu Chongjin, having been pampered with attentive service, returned to the tavern and heard of He Yuanqing's miserable plight, putting her in a wonderfully cheerful mood.
Mu Chongjin twirled the black spices between her fingers, recalling the suspicious details: inside the Hall of Longevity, she and Consort Xi had been closest to the censer, the Empress Dowager had been quite eager to hand out the spices, and then there was Consort Hui's reminder.
Lu Yao quickly looked away. Over the past two days, transitioning from strangers to familiarity, she could feel the distance between the two of them visibly narrowing; yet, upon hearing his promise of a next meeting, she still could not help feeling a little nervous.
Liang Jin thought to himself: Gan Yaliu had appeared within the Wuhuashan military camp and died right there, meaning their blood feud with the Southern Man Tribes was now irreconcilable. Although he would have killed Gan Yaliu himself anyway, having everything manipulated by others left Liang Jin feeling extremely uncomfortable. Yet, facing two martial arts grandmasters, his heart was willing, but his strength fell short.
Inside the carriage, Mu Chongjin's heart was beating like a drum. What on earth was going on with Zhao祁珏 (Zhao Qijue) boarding the carriage and then saying nothing at all?
This was the most basic intuition of an assassin. Otherwise, anyone engaged in such a head-on-the-block trade would have died long ago.
Fan Nanfeng had never seen him look so fierce before, and for a moment she was so terrified she didn't know whether to resist or comply. The sound of tearing fabric was exceptionally sharp in the night, snapping the stunned Fan Nanfeng slightly back to her senses, and she could not help letting out a whimper.
With that, she exerted force through her wrist, and the tip of the spear pierced the skin of Fan Mingjia's ankle, oozing beads of blood.
Liu Xinyue was touched beyond measure and took the initiative to embrace him once again, utterly ignoring anyone else.