37 Feelings

During this period, printing plants across the capital were under immense pressure, especially those singled out by Li Lulu. With Green Clothes handling matters under Li Lulu’s direct orders, there was no need for any concealment.

After seeing Kui Yong off, Wang Peng and the others had finished getting their bandages applied. I immediately returned to the ward to check on Wang Peng. Fortunately, his injuries were superficial and nothing serious; he just needed rest and recuperation.

The Empress felt a touch of helplessness in her heart. This child, still cradled in the Grand Princess’s arms, was already fretting over his own name—it seemed he truly liked it.

The fire had razed the Qiu residence entirely, effectively obscuring the thermos bottle. Even if the public security officers came to investigate, it was unlikely they would find anything of value.

Liu Chuanfeng had not expected the events of last night to escalate to such a degree. He hurriedly tried to recall the scene in detail.

Zhao Yuanyuan was bewildered after receiving the note. If her uncle was infertile, where did those three children come from? She had always trusted Zheng Guoqin implicitly.

The dishes on the table were a feast for the eyes and the palate. Jiang Lishu enjoyed them all; since she wasn't the one paying, she might as well eat her fill.

Upon receiving Yang Jian’s instructions, the construction crew immediately set to work without a moment's delay.

A while later, Liu Chuanfeng emerged from the restroom, though he looked somewhat more bloated than before.

These territories, much like Westmoreland, might seem unremarkable individually, but when viewed together, the effect was entirely different.

Now, Bai Tanhua was in a truly wretched state, rolling back and forth in a desperate attempt to extinguish the flames.

Mo Yinghuai entered with the servants and invited us to sit; shortly after, a doctor wheeled Luo Anxin in.

The torrential rain struck with such sudden, violent force that they barely had time to react. Just like that, Qi Hui vanished before her eyes.

My mother’s business was thriving, but Lin Rongshen had no time to keep me company. With nothing to do at home, I thought of her and gave her a call, but after only a few words, my mother said she was busy with work and had no time to chat.

Mu Yingchen sighed, clearly noticing her nervousness. Her entire body was taut.

"Lady Yue is a concubine of the Lord and should serve by his side day and night; why is she always making excuses?" Uncle Wang asked, sounding somewhat displeased.

Did she not know what kind of person Xiao Zitian was? She usually seemed gentle and soft-spoken, but just try crossing her and see what happens.

What would happen when they eventually clashed with the Satan terrorist organization? Even people like Wu Among and Li Ergouzi had been taken hostage by them—that alone showed how formidable they were.

She had never heard Mu Yingchen mention a younger brother named Mu Xiangchen; in truth, she knew very little about Mu Yingchen’s past.

Lost in these musings, a sense of secret amusement bubbled up in her heart, followed by a fermenting, sour, and hollow sense of helplessness.

Just then, Jun Zhanshao emerged, surrounded by two rows of guards. He wore a magnificent robe, his gaze cold and clear, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The newcomers stood frozen on the battlefield, as if just awakened from a dream, looking completely soul-stricken.

Sure enough, as the "Snowman" skulked toward the main river channel, the top and mid-lane heroes of the KOS team began to converge on his position.

Sun Mingtao had a square face, slightly tanned skin, and a sturdy build, exuding a sense of absolute reliability. Consequently, he had naturally become the leader of the group. However, in Wang Ning’s eyes, Sun Mingtao was merely a figurehead, likely backed by the hidden influence of the Maitreya Sect.

"Hehe, my Xue’er is the best!" Zhao Feng chuckled, planting a light kiss on the sensitive spot of Bian Xue’s neck.

His eyes darted, a faint smile curling his lips as he leaned down to examine Jiang Nan’s wounds.

The aura around him was no longer violent, but completely internalized. If anyone were to pass by, they might mistake him for a statue.

Seeing the excitement of the audience, the host, Wang Cong, couldn't help but laugh. "Everyone, don't get too excited! Retreating is perfectly normal. This is an esports competition; strength is important, but technique is equally so! As they say, of the thirty-six stratagems, running away is the best one!"

It was worth noting that the Dream Team’s Captain Gangplank could always remain in the base’s fountain. As long as he earned enough gold, he could consume potions to enhance his strength, making him the easiest hero among them to power up.

The black lightning struck the ground, missing its target and vanishing. Seeing that Gu Xie had dodged, the East District boss’s irritation turned instantly into rage. This was a direct challenge to his authority. He had developed murderous intent toward Gu Xie and prepared to strike again.

This was the second strategy Chang Tianhao had carefully devised for his bets: chain betting, while simultaneously using the nonchalance typical of a winner to paralyze and deceive others.

Aunt Lian noticed that it was the man in black at the side doing all the talking, but the man in the center remained composed, clearly giving his tacit approval.

"Then, are you still going back?" Leng Tianyu’s tone softened, tinged with a worry that Song Jinghao might return.

The team members were dumbfounded, not expecting their boss to be that kind of person. If Lin Xi hadn’t taken it out, would he have eaten it all by himself?