Chapter 22

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Aren't that mistress and her maid usually the type who refuse to suffer even the slightest loss? Why are they so sullen and silent now?
Xiang'er remained neither humble nor pushy, her tone flat and her eyes devoid of ripples, as if she were narrating an entirely unrelated matter.
Yu Hu stroked his chin, continuing to observe the improvisational performance of the drama queen before him; his acting skills were truly so polished they seemed effortless.
By the time they arrived, He Chen and the others were already there. Wan Qi only had six scenes, all involving Lin Zhimu, so they had no choice but to wait for Lin Zhimu to finish his scenes and find a gap in his schedule to film theirs.
Ying Yue and Ying Luo were caught completely off guard by Xia Lan's actions, their eyes filled with astonishment. How could she dare to strike their master?
"At that time, Di Yang was already gasping for its final breath. If we wished to invade, we needed no reason at all. Since ancient times, the strong have defeated the weak, and the weak have been devoured by the strong; what other reason could possibly be required?" The man’s words seemed to carry a certain logic.
Shen Ziyu observed these changes closely. Sometimes, when Qiao Chu and Shen Sang walked in the garden, he would sit in the pavilion, watching her as he drank.
Zhang Tianhe was busy as a beehive. The former village head's house—no, it should be the ex-village head's house—was crowded with villagers demanding their money. Because Village Head Wang Xianlu had been arrested, the current acting village head of Youli Village was directly appointed by the higher authorities, pending a vote in next year’s election.
To him, she was merely an ordinary friend he had known for only a few days; no one would use a friend to achieve their own ends through dangerous means.
Jiuzhu, however, found it hard to sleep. She tossed and turned on the couch, covering her face, emitting low, stifled sobs.
"I have already established a foundation near Kudat, Malaysia, and this foundation is the guarantee I offer you. Seeing is believing; I suggest you go see it for yourself," Tang Yu said.
The unstoppable performance during the pre-season made the Nerazzurri the top favorites for the Serie A title and the banner upon which all Italian fans pinned their hopes. The coaching of manager Gao Han was also highly acclaimed by the fans.
The images in Xiao Yan's mind came to an abrupt halt there. His gaze grew sharp as strange fragments of memory flooded his mind. Xiao Yan received pieces of a story where he appeared to be the protagonist, yet he knew these memories were not his own.

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"That's good! I'll come to see you all again in a while!" Fang Haoran felt awkward and hurried away.
After Liu Meng left, Shen Yanjiao reached out to take the imperial decree from the table and unfolded it, a sneer curling at the corner of her lips.
In the eyes of all onlookers, after Shang Chenxi’s figure flickered a few times, he was slammed into the ground by Yue Pingsheng. Meanwhile, after Wei Deming’s sword struck a crimson light, an earth-shattering explosion occurred, followed by his body being sent flying amidst the sound of cracking bones; it was impossible to see exactly what had happened.
Five months already? Bei Long’s gaze was vacant; by this timeline, it must have been when she was living with him.
Shen Yanjiao turned her head away, unable to bear the sight. Upon noticing that Weisheng Lian was also struggling to suppress his laughter, she finally burst into a giggle.
Wu Que quickly extended his anchor-force sensory range, keeping a close watch on the white fur to prevent it from striking again.
He had spent his whole life in professional football; Italian football was in his bones and his blood. He had believed he had brought Italian football to its zenith, yet he never expected to be utterly decimated by Gao Han.
"Then... then let her continue to serve here!" Facing Caiyi's gaze, Yun Chuxue flinched in fear and averted her eyes.
The bus windows were constructed with special glass; if shattered, they would turn into granules and scatter across the floor instead of standing like jagged knives as ordinary glass would.
With his current strength, not to mention a mere parking lot security guard, he had nothing to fear from even the most renowned sects.
The praying believers were silenced by Chen Chushi. They did not understand why he would say such things; hadn't everything been fine from yesterday until just now?
The identity of Fairy Caiyun was already clear, so Cheng Xiao had nothing to worry about; he would borrow whatever he needed to borrow.
Li Jianshu quickly looked at Li Shunshui, fearing he might be ungrateful and actually ask for something. The Emperor was merely speaking idly; one could not take it too seriously.

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Hearing Wudang’s words, Cheng Xiao frowned slightly. If he was neither in Zixiao Palace nor in Yuyutian, could it be that Tongtian had gone missing?
The commissioned tasks were becoming more formidable one after another. In the Silent Hill world, he had assumed he would either have to destroy the cult or destroy Alessa. Now, however, he was tasked with destroying Silent Hill itself—a total package deal, declaring war on both sides.
In short, handing over this card would be beneficial to everyone with no downsides, except for the holder of this Divine Seal card, Ye Qiong.
Originally, he had agreed to go find Chuxue, but after observing the celestial phenomena, Mei Shijiu changed his mind. Only Mei Shijiu knew the struggle of that choice in his own heart.
After browsing the forums on his phone, he found that no one had posted any paid guides regarding special swordsman skills in the bounty section. He Xishen felt disheartened; it seemed he would have to rely on himself. He flew to Izlude Island and returned to the Swordsman Guild he had been away from for so long.
After Yang Gang left, Zhao Zilong hurried to see the Immortal Doctor Wang. After hearing about the situation of the Yang family, the Immortal Doctor Wang picked up the patient's chest X-ray and examined it carefully.
A cold glint flashed in Luo Ziming's eyes. His figure moved, vanishing instantly from where he stood, and when he reappeared, he was lunging directly at Ma Zhao.
This rumor could not have come from nowhere. He had been anxious for days, and while there had been no movement from the Emperor, the monarch was arranging the future paths and standing of his two princes. Now, one was being elevated to the highest heights, while the other was confined and kept from sight. The Emperor’s next step, he feared, would be to bring the matter of bringing Shining into the palace out into the open.
"You..." Long Jiayi wanted to say something more, but realized she couldn't. Lin Feng’s words were very logical, and she found herself unable to refute them for the moment.