Chapter 51 "Hahahahaha"

During dinner, An'an magnanimously shared her favorite pieces of meat, giving one piece each to Lu Jinqiao and Shen Yuanjing.

Fearing that Shen Yuanjing might disdain her, An'an used a brand-new, unused little spoon to scoop out a piece, testing the waters cautiously. Seeing that Shen Yuanjing raised no objection, An'an's eyes crinkled into a smile as she delivered the morsel to him.

Shen Yuanjing nodded, "Thank you, little An'an."

An'an's eyes crinkled:

Vines extended from her body, one of which coiled around Song Ling on her back, tossing him over toward Fang Yu before she herself charged forward.

Murong Yue excitedly escorted me to the carriage. Amidst my puzzlement, with a single wave of his hand, he hoisted me up inside, whereupon Mu Yunze seamlessly caught me by the wrist and pulled me into the vehicle.

Murong Mei, standing nearby and seizing the first opportunity to stir up trouble, thoughtfully showered an entire dish of brown sugar all over it.

Yet these old foxes naturally betrayed no outward emotion, maintaining an air of effortless composure as they exchanged polite pleasantries.

At that moment, the black-and-white shadow keenly realized it had likely been exposed. Abandoning all stealth, it broke into a frantic sprint.

Aware of his current predicament, Du Didong needed to find a solution. Among the recommendations provided by "Self-Analysis," compressing the energy into his own dantian was suggested.

As for Linlang accompanying Li Yi to Dengzhou, Yue'er could easily guess what purpose she intended to fulfill.

Du Didong almost spat out his drink. He failed to see how formidable the Holy Archmage supposedly was, though chronologically speaking, if the Holy Archmage was indeed a descendant of the heroes from generations past, the timeline did check out.

Bringing dozens of Imperial Guards with him, he quickly sealed off the Qianxi Palace completely from the inside and out. Not wanting to alert the enemy prematurely, Mr. Su and Xia Yan could only signal Su Qi to remain calm before retreating.

The grey-shrouded city seemed even gloomier than before, beneath a heavily overcast sky. Every time one looked up, there was an involuntary dread that the heavens might collapse at any moment.

Since the examinations, Suimi had not visited once. Perhaps she found herself with some free time tonight, or simply fancied the pleasant evening air, for as soon as she stepped inside, she sat down on a wooden stool, sipping tea while gazing out the window with intense concentration.

Consort Gao assumed that His Majesty would once again send Princess Yunyao to be raised in the Consoling Longevity Palace, or at the very least to the Zhaoxi Palace; there was simply no possibility of her being sent to some neglected concubine's quarters.

Whatever Luoyu had said, Yao Chuxi heard very few unpleasant remarks from Luxue over the next two days.

At this moment, the formidable CEO who commanded a corporate empire worth tens of billions was reduced to nothing more than a father terrified for his son's survival. Adopting a humble posture, he lamented his own helplessness, furrowed his brow, lit another cigarette, took a few deep puffs, and exhaled clouds of smoke into the air.

With these words, he actually took a step forward toward Qiu Baoduo, striking a fiercely aggressive and oppressive posture.

Zhao En hugged his arm and glanced nervously at Li Nannan, who was driving. Although he harbored feelings for him, he preferred not to be so intimate in front of outsiders.

On one occasion, a wealthy and powerful family invited him to perform an opening blessing ritual, but because the host cast a slightly disdainful look at him, viewing him as a worthless old codger with no real skills.

The second line functioned somewhat like a subtitle, marked with "Other Currencies," followed by a lengthy string of numbers and official monetary units. Xu Zhichao was unsure where most of these funds originated, but he could roughly ascertain that such sums did not exist anywhere in the real world.

This time, Yuan Shaoning prepared a bowl of rice porridge blending yellow and white grains. It was deeply nourishing for the stomach and gentle on the system, with a mild flavor that would not induce nausea.

Sitting quietly for a moment to catch his breath, he waited for his spiritual consciousness to recover. Mo Fan dared not attempt to restore his spiritual consciousness by visualizing the animal hide at this point; visualization demanded absolute concentration, and he was not yet confident in multitasking—trying to scan the Wushi Spirit Stone with his spiritual awareness while simultaneously performing the visualization.