Volume 1, Chapter 23: Duan Xiaoqiu’s Birthday

Li Shuhe suppressed her nausea; she was thoroughly disgusted by the shamelessness and lack of self-awareness displayed by the Duan siblings.

"Have I not written enough love letters? I am already engaged to Brother Xiadong. He knows my heart; there is no need for any more letters."

Seeing that Li Shuhe remained unmoved, Duan Xiaoqiu grew anxious. Suddenly, she caught onto Li Shuhe’s remark about the love letters.

Though she thought this to herself, she did not voice it. Liao Dongfeng, however, had firmly made up his mind this time, and it was precisely because of this determination that the subsequent unconventional unfolding of the story could be fully realized.

After surveying the surrounding scene, Liao Dongfeng and Duo'er arrived near the base of the stone pillar. They discovered that the part of the base buried in the soil remained intact, exuding the same black aura as the rest of the pillar, possessing an irresistible temptation to the human mind.

Gao Jianxiong cursed viciously, walked to his vehicle, picked up the phone, and made a call.

Having exhausted all their strength, the victor had been unable to close the coffin lid before drawing their final breath, which resulted in the scene before them.

Han Bing struggled to roll over, wanting to turn around and see how the rats stole food in this desolate place.

Walking along the corridor past the first room, Liao Dongfeng pondered as he went. Since he had chosen the gentle path, he had to see it through to the end. He gradually ruled out the numbers associated with supreme imperial power, as well as the fringe combinations, finally coming to a halt outside Room 44.

Sheng Tian smiled leisurely and said, "Are you surprised that we are not dead?" Kan Lanxing replied, "Yes. I am asking why you are not dead." Kan Lanxing questioned Sheng Tian once more.

"Let you go? Why? Give me a reason to let you go!" Xiang Yuandong said with a cunning smile.

Seeing that Lin Feng was in such a state, the God Kings realized he had no interest in engaging with them. Exchanging glances and sighing, they each took their medicinal pills and headed in the direction of Pingcheng.

But the situation allowed Pu Zefeng no time for further thought. Just as he was momentarily stunned, he sensed a feeling of danger coming from behind him.

Shen Yuxi did not lecture her as Shen Ting had expected, nor did she tell her to go home quickly so as not to worry her parents. Instead, she nodded with great understanding.

As for the settlement of the Qiang people, Ehesongge could be enfeoffed as a Marquis of the Pavilion, while the other tribal leaders could be named Counts; they could be promoted later if they rendered further service. As for their place of residence, it was already in Yongzhou, so there was no need for relocation.

Outside the main gate, a man in rags, wearing a black cloth-wrapped bamboo hat, came into view. He stood with his back to the gate, seemingly observing something intently.

As a transmigrator possessing a "golden finger," Fang Yuan had no intention of wasting time, effort, or money on dating.

Every organ of a spirit beast was highly valuable, but because of their rarity, they were extremely precious. Merchants who dealt in such goods were always eager to acquire them and would naturally offer high prices.

Bao Yuanqian thought to herself after hearing this: if Tuohuan had arrived with a great army, yet Harazhang, sent by Mahamu, was unaware of it, this meant that Tuohuan’s expedition was likely against Mahamu’s wishes and a rogue operation.

Once Wancheng was captured by the Han army, Jiang Wei would completely seal off the route for the Eastern Wu Western Army's northern expedition.

I rubbed my brow. The lines alone would keep me up half the night. Although many actors used lip-syncing for post-production dubbing, as a newcomer, if I dared to do that, who would ever hire me again?

Demanding a car, a house, and hundreds of thousands in bride price, only to divorce you in the end—it would be better to choose someone who only asks for a few hundred.

An Yixuan watched her clutching his hand, her eyes crossed into a squint, making her look not particularly bright.