Volume 1 - Main Text - Chapter 50: Don't Treat Me Like a Child

Although Ling Lan wanted to sneer upon hearing the phrase "angels in white," on second thought, the game's creator was far more detestable. For if Su Dailing had refused to play the game at the time, he would have died long ago.

However, those whom Xue Guoguan would personally greet at the main entrance could be counted on the fingers of two hands across the entire capital.

Lotus’s cheeks were flushed crimson as a tremendous force suddenly exerted itself upon Liu Feng, instantly shoving him outward.

Lingxi could no longer sleep. Lying on the couch, she stared with wide-open eyes at the canopy above. Outwardly calm, her heart was already churning with turbulent waves.

"Since the Prince of Li understands so clearly, why bother asking again? How on earth did I become the Prince of Li's consort? Would the Prince care to state it clearly in the grand hall?" Li Zhan's gaze made Tang Ning's heart ache, so as she spoke, she looked past him and cast her gaze elsewhere.

With such a formidable army stationed in Jiaodong, exerting such a massive influence, offering generous treatment and enjoying such illustrious fame, brave and heroic warriors naturally flocked to enlist in a steady stream.

Therefore, prior to securing a solid foundation and strategic advantage, no rebel armed force could possibly assemble a massive cavalry unit.

This drove Mingqi to pant and chase breathlessly behind the two children day in and day out, trailing after them on the run. Every day, she would run indignantly to Qiao Mingjin to complain that chasing the two children all day made her as exhausted as a dog.

After just a few seconds, he returned, and this time, his expression actually looked quite solemn.

"Oh right, do you think that murderer will upload my video to the internet?" Ling Lan sat up and asked anxiously.

Wen Jiaran remembered last night, also in this bathroom, when Mo Qian's gaze had been terrifyingly fierce—like a beast about to tear her apart. His actions showed no tenderness, his eyes were bloodshot, and he appeared completely out of control.

At these words, Liancheng Yiyao paused once more, his grip on Liunian's hand tightening abruptly.

In November, at the Brazilian Open, when Germany suffered its second defeat—or rather, counting the Olympics, the third—domestic public opinion in Germany fractured completely into three factions.

When I saw the house in utter disarray, I was somewhat stunned. The floor was covered in shattered glass, and all the furniture had been subjected to frantic destruction, lying tilted and overturned. I was thoroughly grateful I had slipped away beforehand, otherwise I might have been carted off to the emergency room.

As for the boy holding the dining knife, he appeared quite cautious. Charles could see his face set rigidly, his expression solemn and deeply tense, as if he were pondering how his cousin usually managed to conjure a meal out of these things, and that a single misstep would lead to catastrophic consequences.

"Sigh, to be honest, if I weren't a member of the Tang Sect, I'd want to go and see if there's any chance myself?" Tang Miao said with a smile on the side.

Since Su Bo was a student, Xu Min chose to call him at fixed times, and most of the time, they communicated via WeChat.

Xinran maintained her cold and indifferent attitude toward my conversational overtures; she still looked at me with the exact same expression, posture, and demeanor.

Had this happened back home, a doctor speaking so bluntly would undoubtedly have been beaten. However, circumstances differ across countries, and Italians have always been straightforward; besides, the doctor was speaking purely from a medical perspective.

She had asked every man she knew, and they all told her she was far superior to Meng Jingheng—that any man with eyes would choose her.

Seeing Su Jian together with Feng Zhenzhen, Jiang Ying was quite surprised. When the hair test results came out back then, it was discovered that Feng Zhenzhen was not taking drugs at all, but merely had a somewhat frail constitution.

Zhou Taiheng had somehow been quietly swapped out by someone else, and the person left lingering in the deep dungeon was a disheveled veteran with unkempt hair and beard.

Although Zijing had narrowly escaped with her life, her current condition was far from optimistic. Before entering the central zone, she still had to withstand another wave of impact.

Han Yuan simply tapped his wine cup with his finger, tracing lines on the table as he said, "Here is Tujue, and here is the Great Tang. Traveling from Tujue to the Great Tang takes at least several months, yet Tujue merchants frequently come to the Great Tang. For one, they come to trade; for another, they come to gather intelligence."

Han Yuan looked at the panicked expression of Huan'er, chuckled softly, and reached out to gently flick the tip of her nose.

Amidst such magnificent scenery, brilliant sunshine, and gentle spring breeze, with everything so lovely to discuss, why talk about illness instead?

"If you want to help others, you must first have the capability yourself. If you lack that capability, do not drag your family and friends down with you!" Professor Qiu's gaze turned exceptionally sharp.

Perhaps fearing that Su Jian would continue to quibble, Fang Cai even played the video of Su Mei voluntarily admitting that she had broken the phone, and then watched the dumbfounded Su Jian with amused interest.

Chu Lanzhi was enveloped from head to foot by a gentle warmth. As she raised her head in a daze, Wei Shu pressed her directly into his arms, holding her tightly and refusing to let go.

She had already been quite depressed over this matter since last night, intending to discuss it further with her mother, who would have thought that early this morning Du Gou would send someone to inform her that they were to meet at their usual spot today.

He was unsure whether Su Qin was worth befriending, but one thing was certain: Su Zhongjun was absolute not to be trusted.

Many fans were still student-partisans who had to skimp and save just to attend a single concert; they should not be blocked from the venue by exorbitant ticket prices driven up by scalpers.

The lake water, having just been largely drawn away and reduced by half, had now returned to its original appearance, resting quietly there as if nothing had happened at all.