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Su Yun was tempted to say something just to see Wei Heng’s reaction. But in the end, she held back, feeling it might be a bit too much to tease him like that.

“You like me that much?” he asked.

“Mm-hmm.”

Su Yun’s heart melted, and her smile turned sweet along with it.

Wei Heng stared without blinking, thinking to himself about this girl...

Feng Xiwei paid him no mind. Her gaze drifted slightly, and Feng Xiya was somewhat surprised but remained silent, waiting for the drama to unfold. Feng Xiwei, as if oblivious, continued hugging and cuddling with Yi Chun, chattering away.

So Lin Yichen rested her rose-like head on the table, then traced circles on it with her finger, cursing Jiang Hai.

“Your words sound like there’s something unsaid! You’re angry? What resentment or grudge is there? We have to wait until Uncle Bai recovers before we can seek justice!” Mu Xiang knew Dong Ling’s heart was troubled, but now was truly not the time to confront the Bai family.

Lü Qiushi could hardly believe his eyes and ears as he watched Zhang Panni respectfully bow to Lin Xue and heard Zhang Panni call Lin Xue “Master” with her own mouth. The shock in his heart was indescribable.

Feng Guang had always avoided bloody scenes—that’s why she disliked Western horror movies. She had hoped that domestic films would be more subtle, so among a pile of children’s movies, she chose this one, only to find it surprisingly bloody.

The basketball, thrown by Zhao Yu with too much force, bounced back. Zhou Nan’s former captain jumped forward swiftly and caught the ball smoothly.

“But I’ve thought it through myself, just haven’t figured it out yet,” Li Sisi pouted unhappily.

But in the end, he did not act rashly. After all, no matter how much he liked Gu Xiran, he could only pursue her openly and honestly.

Seeing Si Huoren’s joy made Lü Qiushi forget why he had come to the restroom. Amid the strange glances from the service staff by the corridor, the two men held hands and entered Si Huoren’s private room.

By noon, the news of the incident had already reached their ears. They didn’t know how Lü Qiushi dealt with so many ghosts, but that did not diminish their fear of him.

A pair of bright, spirited eyes shone from a delicate oval face, carrying a faint chill. The flawless, pale complexion seemed to shimmer with a luster that made people dare not look directly.

Yang Zhiqiang, a senior leader in Haishi, knew that Wuyou would next base operations in Qianzhou, with Haibei becoming just a branch.

After buying these items, Fang Xun still had several one-cent coins left. Finding it troublesome to carry such coins in his pocket, which jingled with every step, he exchanged them all for coconut candies and shared them with Chen Xinran.

In the future, if there was a chance, perhaps they could develop an office chat software exclusive to Jiuzhou Automobile Factory.

Blood ties were a calamity, and whether one could overcome this trial was crucial for every cultivator.

First, they needed to understand why these alien species had discovered this place. Building such a passageway was no trivial matter. What was their purpose in coming to this planet?

After helping to handle the elder’s funeral affairs, Xia Zhiyuan took his family back to Haishi from Qianzhou.

Looking around the dimly lit carriage, splattered with black fluid everywhere, Zhang Jiaqiang finally blew on the still-smoking muzzle of his gun and put away the real weapon.

The mother’s half-buried body lay beneath the rubble, blood trickling down her forehead. With a dazed expression, she lifted her head and saw her two children.

After all, the rites of betrothal must have leaked out, most likely from some ancient dragon sage who couldn’t withstand the high elves’ sugar-coated attacks.

It wasn’t the two drastically different halves of the face that were terrifying; what scared him was that the decayed half’s eye was hollow and empty, faintly streaked with blood, extremely eerie and nauseating.