Chapter 55: A Misunderstanding?

Damn it!
Whatever I dread the most always happens!
Hearing my cousin-in-law's words, a wave of intense anger surged within me.
Then I looked at Sister Wen, who wore a gloating expression.
A burst of fury flared up inside me, and I blurted out, "What the hell are you talking nonsense to my sister-in-law for?"
Sister Wen’s expression changed instantly.
My cousin-in-law hurriedly grabbed my arm and anxiously asked, "Xiaogang, what are you doing?"
"Sister Wen was just praising you a moment ago. Why are you talking to her like that?"
Huh?
A misunderstanding?
I was somewhat bewildered.
My cousin-in-law urged me to apologize to Sister Wen immediately.
With a half-smile, Sister Wen teasingly remarked, "I never expected that praising someone could get me into trouble."
I finally realized that I had misunderstood...

"One day, it will come in handy." Futian Mo took Gui Die's hand, gently placing it in his palm as if it were his most cherished treasure, his eyes suffused with layer upon layer of tenderness.
Zhang Youqing was enshrined in the first coffin, and the crimson blood seeping from the bottom of the coffin reminded everyone present that this was no dream, but a stark reality: an aristocratic clan member had been beheaded in broad daylight.
The mountain gate of the Myriad Beasts Mountain could not possibly remain open indefinitely; since he was the master of the key, there was no way he wouldn't be able to enter in the end, right?
Extremely bored, he thought of another method—using talismans as substitutes. However, at this stage, the talismans on hand were scarce, as his previous ones had been mostly depleted. Most of the time, he would deduce and verify things in his mind first, and only when he deemed it feasible would he use talismans for practical execution.

This was no ordinary level of badassery. The Jade Emperor pondered carefully, realizing that even in his prime, he did not possess the current capability of Qin Ning.
Humph. Having been oppressed by him for a full month, I can finally leave. From now on, I'll give anyone connected to him a wide berth. If I can't afford to offend him, can't I at least hide from him? Beneath the outward serenity of Gui Die's eyes, a hint of excitement about leaving was concealed.
"What? What good news?" Wang Ying was momentarily stunned, and his attitude toward the super show-off artifact instantly made a 180-degree turn, his face breaking into a flattering smile.
The Yang family was naturally overjoyed and threw a banquet in the courtyard, inviting everyone in the village to attend. However, halfway through the banquet, Yang Yan, the guest of honor, was nowhere to be found.
The grey-robed man cast a contemptuous glance at Ye Feng. "Let's see what tricks you can pull off in this round!" With that, he grabbed the dice cup and shook it vigorously.
At this moment, her beautiful eyes curved into crescents as she walked closer, the amusement in her gaze instantly replaced by a murderous intent.
Some of the quick-witted soldiers immediately began pondering deeper issues. However, before they could figure anything out, six following 35mm rounds had already pierced the smoke-filled battlefield, plunging directly into the subsequent echelons of the US forces. In an instant, fierce explosions soared into the air.
If he had known that the owner of this unassuming wooden hut was backed by such a supreme deity, he wouldn't have come here even if it meant his death. Now it was fine—he had kicked a solid iron plate. Forget about taking someone else's life; it would be a blessing from the ancestors if he wasn't ground into dust!
If one possessed only the strength of the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, they were not a true saint. To attain the position or title of a saint without sufficient strength was merely to become a puppet of heaven and earth.
As an arms dealer—and one with a near-monopoly in the United States—Li Mu was already conspicuous enough. If he were to extend his reach into the military, Ulysses S. Grant would certainly lose sleep.
As for Lan's relatives, she no longer knew from what standpoint she should invite them, so the hundred-day banquet was simply cancelled.
Having successively lost the British 6th Battalion, the Royal Tank Battalion, and the Gloucestershire Battalion, the British 7th Brigade had lost almost the entirety of its main force. Even if their brigade commander was extremely unwilling, facing only two mediocre infantry brigades and a mass of logistics units acting like frightened birds in the forest—

Because in his aged eyes, not only had I committed infidelity, but I had also strayed with a man they were powerless against.
The two of them searched all the way into the woods. With no one else around, Yan Nangang concentrated entirely on looking for Shangguan Jin, and the journey was spent in silence. Following closely behind him, Chen Ke'er looked at his back and suddenly remembered the Lantern Festival earlier this year when she had been knocked over by a passerby, and he had suddenly appeared to lend her a hand.
"We've interacted." Yuan Dan answered for the most part, while Luo Ying simply stood nearby, nodding in agreement.
Shen Wan smiled slightly, stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes, and slowly felt his cool lips gradually grow warm as they brushed against her own, falling as lightly as a falling flower petal.
The medicine lodge was located in the south of the city. The two walked for about half an hour before arriving. It happened to be lunchtime. The steward of the medicine lodge and several students, knowing that Ye Chenxuan was returning from the palace today, had specially cleaned the entire lodge and prepared fine dishes awaiting them.
Beneath the azure-blue sky, Cong Ming looked up at the giant void hand, his gaze burning with intensity, his demeanor confident and domineering. The gentleness of the past was completely gone.

She did not beg Ling Yun to pardon the Prime Minister from the death penalty, knowing that state laws could not be subverted. But at least she could plead with Ling Yun not to lay the blame on the Empress. No matter how grave the mistakes of her maternal family were, they had nothing to do with her.
That was all in the distant past, yet whenever Xixi thought of those two brothers, a lingering warmth would still fill her heart.
"Whether you eat or not, I've left it here for you. The others are all worried about you. By doing this, you're not only hurting yourself, but also breaking the hearts of us sisters." Ji Dong watched as Ji Qiu repeated the exact same action as usual, shaking her head helplessly.
"Do you really think I have any evidence? I burned those photos long ago, and that night didn't record him beating me either; I was just trying to scare him!" Chen Zhengyang laughed bitterly. She hadn't intended to press charges at the time, and looking at those photos only caused her pain, so she simply burned every single one of them.
"Speak—how is our army doing?!" Even though he was utterly exhausted and severely injured, Lin Shen suddenly slammed his hand down on the table beside him, startling the scout standing before him into a violent shiver.
"Sister, did something happen at home?" The driver was a warm-hearted burly man. Hearing their exchange, he couldn't help asking.
The purple-robed man stroked Zhui Feng's mane, taking fodder from the trough to feed it. Zhui Feng was a spiritual horse, yet he had never imagined it could be so exceptionally stubborn. Without encountering a master who truly understood its worth, it would drive people mad enough to want to put it down.
Tang黎 had considered the possibility that Yangyang might fail the interview, but what the bar owner described was different from what she had heard at the Li family dinner table.
Dan Ting knew that leaving Bai Mo behind last time to carry out a mission was something he could never quite move past in his heart.
Even if you managed to talk back just a little, your heart would still ache somewhat. Yet, despite knowing that her retort made no difference to him at all, she still felt a sliver of happiness just for having managed to talk back.
Regardless of the reason, the fact that she had taken the initiative to seek out that man displeased him.
Hearing the movement of the door opening, he furrowed his brows slightly, then massaged the bridge of his nose before slowly opening his narrow eyes a slit.
Conversely, Wu's father appeared somewhat dull-witted. Noticing that Wu's mother had been doing all the talking, he nudged his wife with his elbow. Realizing this, Wu's mother abruptly stopped speaking. Turning her gaze back to Tang Li, she appeared all the more restrained and cautious.
At noon, Murong Wei had no idea what Xiao Mingrui was busy with in the front courtyard, as he did not return for lunch. She casually partook in a few dishes, and in the afternoon, she joined the others in retrieving the newly arrived ledgers to begin organizing the accounts.