100. Conjecture (Combined Chapter)

The affairs of the world inevitably follow the principle of "once experienced, twice familiar." After a few previous lessons, Meng Qingyuan was no longer as unfamiliar or awkward. However, this was still the first time she had taken the initiative to kiss Pei Xiunian, and the difference between being passive and proactive was quite significant.

When Meng Qingyuan spoke of "you and me," she completely set aside all the myriad titles and her distinguished identity. Pei Xiunian would not misunderstand her meaning, so he responded in kind with "you and me."

It was like Antonio’s invisibility skill—Li Wei was fully convinced that if Mosidis came too close, she would still be discovered despite the concealment.

While the Pan-Asian Group was faxing the county, they also let the news leak out. Upon hearing this, the workers at the handkerchief factory, who had been eagerly waiting, were quite displeased. That afternoon, many employees protested at the factory headquarters, demanding an explanation from the factory and the county authorities.

“What is the damned spirit’s true purpose?” Isco asked curiously.

“What are you thinking about? But I must say, you looked beautiful back then, with a great figure—really well-endowed,” the specter said mischievously, having just finished the last piece of chicken leg meat, blinking with a devilish gleam. The words only fueled Qingyou’s growing anger.

His wife, Han Xueyue, had just delivered bad news over the phone. The foreman in charge at the battlefield had received a call from a project manager at Haihong Company, responsible for the doctoral communications project. They said the yellow sand’s mud content had issues, and for the next couple of days, no yellow sand should be transported to the construction site.

“I, from the Ice and Snow Guild, wish to join the Rookie Adventurer Guild. This is my guild badge—please help us with the guild merger procedures,” Caitlin said with a smile, placing her adventurer’s guild badge on the table.

The Battle of Death Valley had ended, and with it, Luo Xiu’s reputation was thoroughly established.

The gruesome scene made the other seven tremble; looking at Dijun and Aokun standing on either side of Ye Feng, aside from the super divine beast—the Purple-Gold Five-Clawed Dragon—Dijun was also incredibly formidable. This curse was utterly indefensible.

After leaving the Pride of the Lion King Inn, Kather and Kingss immediately set off without pause towards the Marklen Farm and Stonefield Farm.

In the past, the world’s number one poison master, Green, was a name legendary in the underground world, but now, no one spoke of her anymore.

The Lu family of Yingchuan was known as a symbol of elegance and splendor. Even the Lu men had never ventured to the borderlands—let alone her, frail and in poor health.

Mo Zichen had thought she could not escape, but unexpectedly, someone descended like a god to rescue her. At that moment, she was still dazed, thinking Qin Chuan had never left but had been by her side all along.

The two of them—one aimed to prevent others from invading their home, the other feared that once one lived there, it would be difficult to visit Rong Nuo.

Though such a person was a corrupt official, perhaps these acts were for fame and reputation. Yet one must admit that sometimes “reputation” does hold some value. Those who understand this are relatively wise, far-sighted, and somewhat capable. Keeping them around for now might not be a bad idea; they could prove useful someday.

This was the eighteenth birthday gift he had long wanted to give to Rongyan, but now... perhaps it would never be given.

Not to mention the exalted status of princesses in the Great Xia, even during the Han dynasty and earlier dynasties, it was common for princesses to keep favored consorts. Yet whether restricting the prince consort, forbidding commoners from lighting lamps, or each playing their own game, no princess ever openly acknowledged an illegitimate child.

Having just slain Jiumozhi and gained a thousand martial points, Chen Mo quickly spent them on cultivating the heaven-level technique Fire Blade. He was quietly frustrated by his lack of martial points. Pulling out a roll of bandages from the Martial World Gate, he wrapped his wounds, changed clothes, and then staggered toward the valley entrance.