Chapter 107

"And furthermore, I want to say that you have your own freedom; I just wanted you to know your place in my heart. An Ruo, as long as you do not silently vanish, that is enough." Lu Ling’s gaze deepened as he looked intently at An Ruo while speaking.

With a wave of his hand, Xia Zheng released King Kong and the others from the Dao Spirit Stele, ordering them to stand guard in the surrounding area.

Upon arriving in Shanghai, McGrady seemed to have "recovered" from his injury; his leg felt no pain at all. He dragged Yao Ming to several tourist attractions and bought a pile of local specialties. Considering they still had to go to Jiangcheng, they could only leave them at Yao Ming's house for the time being.

Finally, the old Stele Spirit offered a constructive piece of advice. At these words, Xia Zheng’s heart stirred, and he directly summoned the sleeping Senluo Ghost Vine from within the Dao Spirit Stele.

Of course, the Recruitment Decree was also an important reason for Guo Jia’s arrival in Chang’an. With his wisdom, he naturally understood the true implications and the helplessness behind this decree. It was precisely this decree that sparked Guo Jia’s desire to come to Chang’an and see for himself.

Many people immediately called upon their friends and relatives to come and buy grain. These past few days had left the common people terrified of hunger; those with extra money in their homes brought every bit of it to exchange for millet.

Athletes like Liu Xiang and Xing Huina, who had a chance at winning World Athletics awards, almost never participated in "collective" training sessions with the track and field team.

An uncontrollable feeling welled up from deep within her heart. An Ruo’s gaze scanned the panoramic view of the restaurant once more, wondering if that figure was there now. When her eyes landed on a corner, they trembled slightly.

The dagger pressed against her back had already pierced her clothing, but at this moment, for some reason, he could not bring himself to strike.

The Yang Yang Research Center was collaborating with the Zhengyang Construction Engineering Group. The latter was fully responsible for the construction of the Yang Yang Sports District. Much of the construction machinery and materials had been transported to the designated locations, and some temporary facilities had already been erected.

Accompanied by a shrill scream, one of the young men failed to dodge in time. The Chain of Death Fire slashed down from his shoulder, slicing his body diagonally. He fell to the ground in two mangled halves, dead beyond all hope of survival.

Subsequently, Ye Zhancang’s five-zhang tall soul giant appeared in Li Yuanwei’s mind, a terrifying soul aura radiating from the entity.

"Rong'er, how did this bead come into your possession?" Li Yuanwei asked, holding the precious bead in his hand.

"You had best be smart when meeting Young Master Li, lest you suffer," Old Chu warned the Deputy Hall Master of the Yunxiu Sect’s Martial Hall.

Although the members of the Myriad Dao Immortal Academy were resentful, they had nothing to say, for they had already learned of Prince Mufeng’s background.

Two hours later, Li Yuanwei’s eyes sharpened. He struck the alchemy cauldron, and instantly, nine smooth, round pills shot out. *Swish!* With a flick of his wrist, he opened a prepared jade box, and the pills fell neatly inside.

After Lan Xingchen left, the office became quiet once again, shrouded in a lifeless, oppressive atmosphere.

"As far as I know, all the casinos in this area fall under your jurisdiction. As long as you give the word, no casino would dare take him in," Lu Wanning said.

However, the old woman, Jin Sheng, was far too powerful. With immense magical energy circulating throughout her body, even the five-colored radiance could not get near her.

"Don't be impatient! You can have the silver, but how is it that I heard some people talking about going to the magistrate?" Bai Qianning asked leisurely, waving the banknotes in her hand.

He turned and climbed into the business van. Zhou Yue smiled to bid everyone farewell, closed the door, and the vehicle slowly drove out of the film studio complex.

Guo Yuchen knew that acting this way would arouse suspicion, but she had no intention of deliberately hiding anything. After all, if she wanted to live a good life, she couldn't simply do nothing. As long as she took action, there would be traces left behind. Of course, she had acted, but she would never speak of it.

She had lost her first child; if she could rekindle her romance with the Emperor, perhaps she could have another child of her own.

Anyone could see that Mo Yuncheng was clearly in love with Mu Lingxue, yet he stubbornly refused to admit it.

"If you really teach the two children to be farmers, the Xie family will skin you alive and pull your bones apart," he threatened intentionally.

Jiang Ning felt the gaze behind her but did not turn her head, her heart aching with sorrow. What she saw today was merely the tip of the iceberg; she knew that in places she could not see, Ling Chuan must have done even more for her.

Chu Qi was touched by Han Feihan’s thoughtfulness. He knew that if he stayed with her openly every day, it would surely bring her trouble, so he had come up with this compromise.

Perhaps because summer was approaching, the night air had become inexplicably stifling, making it hard to sleep. In the middle of the night, Chu Qi tossed and turned on her couch, her mind unable to stop replaying the words Concubine Gao had spoken before she left.

Seeing is believing. Although the Crown Princess’s feelings for his master were not as intense as he had imagined, as a wife and a mother, she fulfilled every role perfectly.

He had not expected to discover such matters here. The changes occurring in this place were, for Ning Fuchen, an absolute blessing, as they truly solved his current, most urgent predicament.

The pig offal consisted mainly of internal organs, including the heart, liver, lungs, kidneys, and large intestines. In addition to braised offal, they also added pig ears, trotters, and tails.

After all, every disciple was a reflection of their master; if they lacked promise, it would be the masters who would lose face at the sect tournaments.

If A-Chao were here at this moment, he would surely stare at the excavated ore in stunned silence. Wasn't this the exact type of ore they were meant to be digging? Ten pounds of this ore were worth a thousand pounds of the others; in other words, ten pounds of this stuff was enough to meet their daily quota.