Ninety-nine
Su Yun felt a pang of guilt as she spoke; it was true that her mother used to bathe the dog every day, but ever since her mother left to enjoy life, she had let the dog run wild and hadn’t bathed it once. Su Yun leaned in to take a sniff—there was indeed a faint odor. Forget it, she’d better hold her tongue.
“Do you have any facial cleanser? And body wash?” Wei Heng asked in a deep voice. Su Yun pointed him in the right direction, and Wei Heng strode off, slamming the door behind him so hard it shook the house.
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Once everything was prepared, all that remained was to wait for Ye Hansheng to return. The housekeeper kept a close eye on me, asking how the pain in my stomach felt. When the pain came, it felt like I was about to die, but after a while, it was as if nothing had happened.
“If the end of the world really came, what would you do? What do you want to accomplish?” Qu Nanning asked with utmost seriousness.
The gap was simply too vast, so wide it was despairing. It was like a top figure, who had always been able to easily defeat others, suddenly met a once-in-a-lifetime genius who shattered her confidence in an instant.
“Why is it you?” Chu Taixin was taken aback. This was a secret communication between the Governor and the Emperor, and only the Governor was ever privy to it.
“Good! Good!” Inspector Zheng was delighted to see Cong Yi come out on his own, saving him the trouble of searching. He hurriedly led the way with the utmost respect, as if serving an ancestor.
Cong Yi could no longer feel the existence of the Superpower System; as its mission was completed, it had returned to the future.
“It’s already being handled. I have Qiao Wei over at the hospital. Go have breakfast with Song Fang first.” When I heard Ye Hansheng say everything was fine, the weight in my heart finally lifted. I stood up and went to the dining room. Song Fang was already seated at the table, eating. I took a seat across from her.
Mo Jingyuan responded with a low hum, but his gaze was drawn to the bold red headlines on the newspaper.
Nearby, Linda and Yixuanya looked deeply worried, still puzzled over why An Ruoran had fainted.
To the naked eye, the paper figure was still just a paper figure, and the talisman that was supposed to stand upright hung limply. The incantation showed no signs of glowing.
What’s more, some meticulous internet users and specialists had researched the player transfers of the Longteng Club over the years. They discovered that Longteng truly shared another trait with Arsenal: every year, they sent away a captain.
Liu Xuan’s surprise was well-founded. The Taiji Sect had been established for nearly ten thousand years. Even if those who reached the Nascent Soul stage lived almost a thousand years, there would have been more than a dozen generations of disciples by now. Yet Bai Dongfu could still recognize him—Liu Xuan couldn’t help but be astonished.
No one could explain why, but even though Lu Zhihui was closely marked by Guangzhou Evergrande’s defenders, fate seemed to guide the ball to his head. He confidently found his position, leapt, and struck with a powerful header.
So it was that for an entire night, Man Sanquan was utterly engrossed in martial arts films, so much so that he didn’t even notice when Yao returned.
As he spoke, the man strode purposefully toward Zhang Yi and the others, his expression so earnest it was almost comical.
After the Age of Exploration, European shipbuilding advanced by leaps and bounds. The old practice of placing the main weaponry in the bow was replaced entirely by broadside cannons, ushering in the era of modern sailing warships and their unique tactics.
On the city walls stood town militia armed with flintlocks, while the gates and other key positions were guarded by Barbary pirates clad in leather armor and wielding curved swords. In the critical streets, provincial cavalry rode slowly forward, maintaining a dragon-like presence to keep the city in check.
By the time he climbed ashore, he was already far from the flooded bridge, which explained why he arrived so late.
Glancing at his three companions, who all seemed more energetic and vigorous than ever, the King of Hell finally swept his wide sleeves and announced the decision he had long considered.