31 Please Come to My House for Dinner

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Full-rim, semi-rimless, and rimless glasses in every imaginable material and color were on display. Each lens shone with a pristine luster, and he even had an entire cabinet filled with photochromic lenses, a rarity on the market.

After dinner, while Jiang Hongmei was washing dishes in the kitchen, Jin Luo slipped a bulging envelope into Li Ye’s hand.

Zhou Nana took a bite of a peach, the juice running down the corner of her mouth; it was truly fresh, sweet, and delicious.

They were obsessed with their "ship," though non-shippers would surely misunderstand or even look down upon them.

Meng Zhanyang stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and pulled the curtains wide open. The bustling, restless crowd moved like a tide far beneath his feet.

After finishing his third bowl of rice, Meng Zhanyang’s stomach was rounded and full, unable to hold another morsel.

"My father is aged and frail; he cannot endure a flogging. I went to beg for his help to spare him. For my father’s sake, I painted my face and pleaded bitterly."

The lead special forces soldier looked toward the shadows in terror, hurriedly raising his rifle to fire wildly.

Those who had finished registering headed to the other side of the grand hall. Gusu Miao would appear there for everyone to pay their respects; it was his birthday banquet, after all, and there was no reason for him not to greet his guests.

Xin Si Nanming was caught off guard, forced to choke and wheeze as his throat was gripped, unable to utter a word.

Petrification is like that—a very common, accessible auxiliary superpower. It allows one to use the earth’s soil and rock to repair bodily damage. That is its advantage; while the body’s inherent durability might be lower, it is the most convenient to restore.

"Is this all your subordinates are capable of? You truly disappoint me!" Yun Hao naturally cared little for what others thought. He looked down at Ares—who was equally shocked, his face as sour as if he had eaten excrement—and spoke with extreme arrogance.

"Hmph, what else do you have to say? Fine, I will give you one minute so you can die without regrets!" Bai Wei said indignantly.

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After waking from her near-drowning the night before, Princess Butterfly was much more composed and finally ceased her attempts to end her life.

However, to everyone’s surprise, when Weng Yajing summoned her true form, Su Qitian actually smiled in relief.

Taixuan possessed such confidence that even if Feng Wei’s plan failed and chaos ensued, he could set things right by his own hand.

With her hand held in Ye Xiu’s, Bai Wei’s pretty face flushed, yet she did not resist. She merely gave his arm a symbolic shake before offering no further reaction.

He beckoned, holding the Kunlun Mirror to his chest, and poured his final reserves of true essence into it. The mirror suddenly flashed, and a brilliant beam shot from its surface, striking the oncoming stars.

Seeing the confidence on Cao Cao’s face, the others had no choice but to drop their objections. Who said he hadn't brought any generals? Bao Xin was clearly still with them.

Taixuan pinched the jujube pit, casting his divine sense into it once more. His heart skipped a beat, followed by a surge of joyful surprise.

Because she had been practicing with Feng Chanyao, Zhang Chen’s basic technique was rock-solid. While others around him kept falling, he glided along with ease, reaching the bottom effortlessly.

For the first time, Zheng Jinlian felt the urge to flee. It was not because the Empress was terrifying—in terms of schemes, she didn't possess even a tenth of her own. If one had to ask why, it was perhaps a sense of loss. Zheng Jinlian realized that the person the Emperor loved most was gone, and the person who loved the Emperor most was gone as well.

Before Paulus could finish speaking, Heydrich interrupted with a question. Since the Führer himself had spoken, Paulus dared not continue and swallowed his words.

Coming back to his senses, Gao Xun stood right before him, standing half a meter away with a playful, disdainful expression.

Yet, the other teachers ignored him, excitedly shouting "Good!" in unison.

Historically, when Germany launched Operation Eagle, they suffered for underestimating those radar stations. Later, Göring, then Commander-in-Chief of the Luftwaffe, discovered the British secret and shifted the focus of the bombing to these stations, instantly changing the course of the war.

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"I didn't expect this beast's sonic waves to be so powerful!" Ordinarily, even under a sonic attack, Vige shouldn't have been in such a sorry state. But the Blood-Sucking Bat must have sensed him picking up the Bloodline Relic Stone and perceived him as a threat, driving it to fight with its life.

Gao Xun knew he still didn't know enough about the outside world. She was a pitiful person, a truly tragic child. At least for now, Gao Xun saw nothing hateful in her. Was her surname Han?

Although Mr. Money’s genetic power was dozens, if not hundreds, of times stronger than Shen Xiaolong’s, that punch felt like an iron hammer, and he found it truly hard to endure.

The scabs on his left arm where the zombie had bitten him had long since fallen off, leaving not a trace behind; it was almost as if he had never been bitten at all.

Having witnessed the vastness of the myriad worlds and obtained the opportunities of the World of Destiny, these people would never give up on it, whether to reach the pinnacle or simply to forge ahead.

When the two cake recipes were presented to Mu Fengwu and Yun Yifan, even Prince Jing and Yin Qianhua admired Xiao Yao’s delicate thoughtfulness. Whether Yun Yifan wanted them or not, Xiao Yao’s intention was clear: she had expressed her respect for the Ninth Prince while demonstrating that she treated all the royals with equal consideration.

Gelu and Aks were both veterans. Because their families were poor, they had enlisted as soon as they came of age, fighting constantly against orcs before retiring to farm and work as mercenaries.

"Mu Huo, what is wrong with you today? You should know that I never meant it that way." Hua Wuxuan was left bewildered by Hu Muhuo’s attitude and words, while a sense of inexplicable indignation began to rise in his heart.

The action group was quickly organized. Regardless of whether the officers were convinced or not, they complied on the surface. With the one hundred officers from Shelter Nine as the backbone, the structure of the team was stable. Zhou Yan immediately led them to begin a large-scale crackdown on the troublemakers.

They worked until eleven at night, by which time all the sand grains had been collected by the leader of the Bee-Men and stuffed into the nest in the great tree where he lived. Zhou Yan, meanwhile, kept silently making his calculations.