Twenty-three. Twenty-three.

If she accepted, she would incur the wrath of Shen Zhongqing. The matriarch already loathed her, and the status of her and her two children in the Shen household relied entirely on him. To offend him... Gu Yanpu shook his head, sighing inwardly.

According to the customs of Wutong Town, half of the dumplings made on New Year's Eve must be saved to be boiled on the morning of the New Year, and a string of firecrackers must be set off when they are placed in the pot. These were all matters for the adults.

Chu Yu stared at him, but her hand did not reach out to take it. "Did Huan Yuan ever offend you?" If not, why would you incite her to use such a malicious drug on him?

"Feng, I feel as if we are like the curtain of water and the rain of fire just now, colliding violently, bursting into the most dazzling sparks, and finally vanishing together into the wind..." Catherine said, gently rubbing her face against Qin Feng's palm.

At first, his heart gave a slight jolt, but upon hearing the end, a trace of confusion involuntarily flickered in Bazzani's eyes... The four-winged angel, Raphael?

By now, Rong Zhi was no longer a youth; he had grown slightly older, appearing to be about twenty-two or twenty-three. His frame had also lengthened and broadened a little, but the elegance and grace between his brows had never changed—he remained as peerless and exquisite as when they first met.

After failing to cure her for several months, and in utter disappointment, she was sold to Mother Liu in Wutong Town.

Niu Dashe was very quick to familiarize himself with others, calling her "sister" at every turn. Jimo Qinglian knew that from then on, for at least two or three years, they would be living under the same roof, so she did not deliberately feign reserve or keep a stiff face.

Ren Yuan had not been clear about it at first, but the subtle resentment A Hu held toward him could not simply be explained by jealousy over his closeness to Lan Fenghuang.

Therefore, she not only wanted the elders of the Shen family to know the virtues of the Jiang woman, but she also intended to bring the merits of other worthy younger members of the Shen family to the attention of the elders.

Bai Fu said, "Since you wish to stay on the East Peak, I shall not insist on you going to the North Peak. If you encounter any difficulties in the Dragon Realm, you are welcome to come to me."

However, beyond this, although the blade techniques and spiritual skills had become more powerful as a result, there was not the slightest improvement in their essence.

Old Gong was very supportive upon hearing that Xia Jian wanted to trade in fruit. Under his guarantee, he obtained a pedal tricycle from his relative, but the prerequisite was that every morning, Xia Jian must wholesale fruit from his family. To achieve his goal, Xia Jian readily agreed, feeling that his streak of bad luck had passed.

As leaders of their respective sects, they could not easily risk themselves, so they each made arrangements before coming to the Xiaoyao Sect.

"Bold! How dare you speak to me—no, to her—like that!" Lu Xuan was very agreeable, signaling Yun Wanhua to stop with a slight shake of his head.

Once Wu Wu left, Song Fang took out her phone, but she did not know who to call. Only then did she feel truly lonely.

After all, this society is very realistic; without merit or strength, one cannot earn the respect of others.

No way? What era is this? I looked at him as if he were a monster. Are they even human? Humans carry their phones everywhere—walking, eating, sleeping, even using the restroom. To be without a phone for even a moment is a torment that not even the apocalypse could surpass.

Returning to the Lin residence, I saw Aunt Qingyu upon entering and thought of Xu Xuancheng. What was his situation now?

Though the pursuer was close behind, the distance between Yaofeng and Qingying was even smaller. In the blink of an eye, their figures crossed, and Yaofeng, like a burning cloud of fire, brushed past Qingying's side.

"Mind your own business, and keep your hands to yourself. How shameless!" the person at the doorway muttered, though the voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.

"What?" Dong Zhuo was gripped by inexplicable shock. It was the first time he had heard of such a method; it was somewhat reminiscent of the "burning one's life force" often spoken of in later generations.

"His chest is so warm, and he gives such a strong sense of security." A thought flashed inexplicably through Jing Xian's mind, startling even herself.

However, not everyone was so lucky. Caught off guard by the sudden attack, many of the Xianbei, whose military discipline was already lax, broke into a rout. Before Kebineng could get the news and organize a defense, they trampled one another, suffering even greater losses than they had in the battle against the Xiongnu.

Yet, as far as they knew, the two strongest individuals in the Tianyun Sect, the largest sect in the cultivation world, were only at the late and middle stages of the Golden Immortal realm. Thus, this cultivation environment had nothing that could stop the two of them.

"Is it my turn to attack now?" Murong's tone remained calm. After speaking, instead of throwing his sword into the air, he launched it directly at the warrior. Such a move had no tricks or flair; it was the simplest form of combat.

The five, led by Yu Sheng, had retreated together, knowing their opponent was powerful. Any creature capable of taking human form was at least an eighth-level demonic beast, a strength equivalent to a Golden Immortal-level practitioner among humans. If they gave such a powerful opponent the chance to pick them off one by one, there would be no hope for their survival.

"Open!" Just as the experts were blocking the water-fire staves, a dozen coffins exploded simultaneously, and zombies clad in the red robes of executioners leaped out, pouncing fiercely upon the crowd.

Seeing that Lady Hu was not angry, the group felt slightly relieved. They left Chen Tao and Chen Bo to keep her company so her mood might improve, while the rest went out to attend to their tasks.

"Boom!" Dozens of hand grenades exploded in an instant. The force of the gunpowder blew over the dozens of shields in a flash.

In the bright moonlight, it was clearly identifiable as Zhang Wu's head. His cold face still bore traces of blood, though it was unclear whether he had been killed just recently or if the flush of intoxication from drinking had yet to fade.

Everyone saw Liu Shan, but no one said anything. It wasn't exactly a warm welcome, but there was no overt hostility either, which put her at ease.

One must know that Wang Xianzhi was never a man to waste words. Who knows what possessed him today that he made an exception and spoke so much to Xiahou Chongming.

The Flame Demon Old Ghost's "Crimson Flame Scorching Heaven" caused the young people to suffer greatly. Murong Shuang and Murong Yifang exchanged a glance, then joined their palms and swung their swords at the heatwave without hesitation.