Chapter 1203: Don't You Want Me Anymore?

Though incompetent, Bush possessed an exquisite emotional intelligence, a trait that guaranteed him a peerless ascendancy within the labyrinth of officialdom.

Tearing through a dozen bowls in succession, each vessel transformed in an instant from a solid block of ice into steaming abalone broth.

Bound by an intimacy so profound, Ning Qi needed but a glance at those eyes to recognize the very disciple who had captivated her soul for so long.

The fifteenth prince, Sabo, and the eighteenth prince, Saga, exchanged a knowing look, understanding each other instantly before nodding to the eldest prince, Saluo, to signal their assent to his proposal.

Securing the loan from the Gao family proceeded seamlessly; Lyu Lei approached them under the aegis of Sanding Finance, and upon learning Gao Peng was a shareholder, the Qian family willingly proffered a three-hundred-million interest-free loan for a ten-year term, purely to buy peace.

“Who is he?” Su Lexi murmured in bewilderment, for while the man clearly recognized her and Chu Wufeng, her memory offered not a single trace of him.

Prior to this, just as Louis attained the rank of a seventh-tier summoner, the Tree of Eternity granted him the privilege to summon all the heroes of the Night Elf race.

Yet he remained blissfully unaware that the figures he beheld did not belong to the White Wolf Gang at all, but were merely laborers from Wanxian Construction.

Bai Yaoyao continued to feign docility and frailty, allowing her handsome father to support her as they walked slowly toward her chambers.

“Hey, the gates have been opened for you, so you brat can let go of it now!” the mist bellowed impatiently at the ball.

Ye Ke grimaced with a countenance of helplessness, bitterness, self-reproach, and remorse; he finally nodded, knowing that at the precipice of life and death, nothing else mattered.

The bedding was not particularly disheveled, bearing no signs of a struggle, indicating someone had used the cover of her slumber to drug her and stealthily roll her up along with the quilt.

“But is it truly wise to climb stairs so early in the morning?” And mountain stairs at that; Lady An gazed up the towering flight of stone steps, a sudden wave of exhaustion cresting within her heart.

Far away in a dark, secluded corner, the King of Hell, indulging in his melancholy, felt his eyelid twitch with the sudden premonition of a momentous event, yet a quick divination left behind only a wisp of blue smoke and a fleeing silhouette.

Ordinarily, if she asked if he were asleep and he replied in the negative, she should have called him directly, yet in her wretched anxiety, she dispatched another agonizingly hesitant text: Are you busy?

A year and eight months had slipped away since Lin Qingfan first ventured into the ancient ruins of Lingzhu; that he could win the endorsement of the Divine Fire in such a brief span vastly exceeded Old Candle's anticipations.

From the Beast Taming Canon, Lin Qingfan learned that the Myriad Beast Daoist had originally intended to fuse ten ancient bloodlines, yet after countless endeavors, he ultimately succeeded in blending only nine.

“Zong Qiao!” Luo Baiji's voice erupted like thunder from behind. “What do you think you are doing?!” His words vibrated with an unbelievable fury.

Cheng Yi merely smiled without a word upon hearing the remark; why did everyone assume he would journey to the capital for the spring imperial examination? Now that she possessed everything, he coveted neither fame nor wealth, desiring only the warmth of family bliss.

As for Hanzhong, it could lean upon the lands of Shu to the south and look toward the Central Plains to the north, proving itself an excellent strategic center; moreover, since two tigers could not share one mountain, his continued occupation of Fei Cen’s domain would inevitably breed strife despite Fei Cen's resolve to surrender, making it far wiser for him to remain in Hanzhong.

At the call of "Mother," the crowd turned to see Wan'er, her belly prominently round, being gently supported by Chen Siyun as they walked toward the festive inner gate.

Yue Fei’s countenance darkened with displeasure as he clasped his hands, declaring, “The Prince of Kang has treated Yue Fei with great generosity, for which I am deeply grateful; yet the Tartar hordes have not retreated, the siege of Bianliang remains unbroken, and the Emperor languishes in peril—how could Yue Fei dare indulge in a grand banquet of pleasure?” With that, he swept his sleeves and departed.

Though concealed beneath his garments, the wounds were already drenched in fresh blood, causing Zheng Jian to hiss in agony; yet among those present, only Hao Qian possessed the strength to oppose Yu Qing, and since Hao Qian had tacitly acquiesced, the others naturally dared not utter a sound.

Long Jianfei extracted a few minuscule objects measuring scant millimeters from his watch, and upon pressing the switch, the devices seemingly sprouted wings and flew straight into the mechanical door.

Fearing that revealing the truth would invite a fatal peril, Ke Qingqing interjected hastily, “Sun Hua said the merriment that night fell short of his desires, and he wishes for both of you to meet again tonight at the ruined temple.” As she spoke, she repeatedly cast meaningful glances at Shangguan Yun.

No matter the circumstances, Jian Minghui was Jian Mingfan’s biological sister and thus her elder, whereas Jian Tingting remained an entirely slighted and unwelcome presence.

His heart swelled with a mixture of tenderness and sorrow, leaving him utterly at a loss for words, able only to tighten his embrace around Zhu Niao with increasing fervor.

In terms of military strength, the Changsha army had suffered grievous casualties while their own forces remained formidable and robust, holding an absolute advantage; as for morale, it required no mention, for the Changsha troops fled like beaten dogs, devoid of any spirit.

“I have no idea. As freshmen, we don't have evening self-study, so we headed home early. Do any of you classmates know what happened?” In response to the inquiry, each person merely shook their head in blank bewilderment.

Beholding Liao Xi’s gaze, the soldiers instantly felt a surge of strength course through their veins; looking upon him, they cried out in unison, “We beg to follow the General to a fight unto the death!” This was the unparalleled fervor and reverence born from the depths of their hearts for Liao Xi.

Though Third Master Yuan remained skeptical, he nonetheless loosened his grip, allowing Liu Shitao to scramble back and hastily clear the table.

Having spoken, Rocket Belt blinked at Wolf, who still wore a grim, stoic expression, as though he had just performed a monumental service to wash away his transgressions.

Particularly striking was the influx of so many disciples, who came not to test their mettle against adversaries within the "Flag Gambling Formation," but purely to await the unfolding of a grand campaign.

Only when Ye Xian’s destiny was fully mended could the miraculous, rapid progression inherent in his fate be seized and utilized by Ye Jinming.

Though his back was turned toward Ming Xie, she could readily divine that the giant's heart had already been deeply stirred.

The four exchanged glances, realizing that even if they combined their strengths at this very moment, they could not hope to shake Chu Jianjia in the slightest.

Third Master Yuan opened her palm, looked down, and blurted out several spell names she had never known before: “Blade of Snow, Ice Wind; Falling Lotus Array, Soul-Devouring Lotus.” Once the words left her lips, she stood utterly stupefied, wondering what this meant.

Yet Prince Hao retained not a single memory of their appearances, completely unaware of when he might have offended them.

With Hao Xian, Feng Jie, Jiang Yin, a certain Ai, and the otaku forming the epicenter, a sudden vortex of water erupted from the depths of the sea, piercing the very heavens! The colossal wave surged over ten meters into the sky, startling even Gong Si who stood guard on the vessel; he hurriedly inquired via radio, letting out a sigh of relief only after learning Hao Xian merely intended to conjure some fresh air.

Outside the school's northern gate, Zhou Yuan stood frozen in a daze, still holding Tao Hua’s mobile phone, while on the other end of the line, Prince Hao had already hung up.

Scholar Ning, being a mere mortal who had suffered a terrible fright and remained awake through the night, collapsed onto the deck the moment he boarded the vessel, sinking instantly into a deep slumber.