32 Temple Fair

"You misunderstood, Uncle. I am her colleague, conducting a background check. I came here to ask why you aren't living with her?" The man in black spun a lie effortlessly.

Xiang Wan searched the information she had reviewed the moment she saw his handsome face, clearly matching it to Fang Ci's page. Despite it being their first meeting, his attitude was unusually familiar, and he addressed her as "Grandma" with ease.

She had to keep this thought hidden in her heart, but to be honest, Qing Lin was still a bit too insecure. She possessed the Green Snake Flower Pupils; how could her future achievements be anything but extraordinary?

A sudden attack was bound to happen; it was just a matter of when these people, who refused to give up, would choose to strike.

With a wave of his hand, the data slid to the side, and Old Ma appeared out of thin air to receive it.

No, looking at how practiced Mu Li was, he must have finished off quite a few people like this, right? He must have tasted the sweet rewards, which was why he aimed his crossbow at Nalan Yanran without hesitation.

It wasn't that someone was blocking his parking space; he just wanted others to see that he had bought a new car.

Ignoring the crowd of reporters with their cameras and microphones, he walked to a side table alone and leaned against it at an angle.

"Here it comes, here it comes! The skewers are here!" Old Zhang brought over two heaping plates of skewers, the cumin scent stimulating the taste buds to secrete saliva.

For example, I once heard a song that incorporated the perspective of a homeless person to tell their story.

Such impulsive, brainless, pretty ornaments were much easier to deal with than the slippery old foxes who had been in the workplace for a long time.

He wasn't usually a repressed person; it was just that the pressure of medical school was immense, and even with his peerless talent, he had to put in a lot of hard work.

Having just regained consciousness, he saw everything Tang Shanshan had done; "heart-wrenching" was an understatement for his current state.

With that, Chen Chang'an raised his hand slightly, and in an instant, an invisible and terrifying sword intent permeated the surroundings.

April glanced at Nanny Yun beside her, intending to have her take Zhao Qiuru back, but she saw that Zhao Qiuru had already walked in on her own.

During these days, Qin Hao had not left the Central Hospital, staying by Zhou Yu's side to ensure nothing went wrong.

They had not participated in the great battle before the valley, yet it clearly looked as if they had just finished a fierce fight.

Later, there was the Battle of Lingbi, where your ancestor fought Xiang Yu at the Sui River. Defeat after defeat, the corpses of the Han army actually dammed the river.

"My lady, go lie down on the bed." Long Shaoyan’s simple, silly voice reached Helan Yao's ears.

The Flame Demon old man seemed to realize the severity of the situation; he put away his previous playful demeanor, and his expression turned serious.

"I don't understand what a 'bottom line' is. In any case, I think it is foolish to hurt someone who truly loves you just for the sake of irrelevant people." Mo Yan did not agree with her view.

"You deliberately chose this place simply because the He Lai Palace is desolate and you won't be discovered, so as not to cause me trouble," Gan Ran said leisurely.

She was one of Gan Leng's disciples. She hadn't participated in the competition this time, but her paintings were very spirited. The only regret was that she hadn't been studying painting for very long.

The manager was startled to hear this. He picked up the leave application on the table, glanced at it, and felt quite surprised.

"Do you like touching people's hair?" he asked, unable to stop himself from looking at her face again. A few strands of black hair clung to her cheek, looking incredibly soft.

Chen Ru'er seemed to see through Mao Leyan's intentions. She flicked her cloak, turned around, and waved a hand in the air. Suddenly, a row of men in black appeared around the courtyard wall, bows and arrows in hand, all aimed at Mao Leyan.

"Dare to insult her again, and I will make you die!" Wang Yue's pupils contracted, his tone brooking no argument.

Ning Yueqi had already ordered Qin Sheng to tie them both up and hang them from the crane together.

From the other party's words, they already knew that of the three ancestors of the Kunpeng clan, it seemed only Ancestor Peng Wuji remained alive, and he was in grave danger.

"Su Qi, what do you think?" Just as Wu Shisan was deep in thought, Su Qi walked over, his face also full of curiosity.

Yang Xuan didn't even think about it; he quickly took Yan Ruyue, Tuoba Yun, and the others, flying rapidly toward the direction of the City of Destiny.

Zhang Wei did not deny it. He smiled, glanced at Zisu beside him, and noticed she looked preoccupied, having not spoken a word throughout the journey.

"Where am I?" Lin Feiyang desperately wanted to ask this, but he found that moving his mouth was so difficult, as if a mountain were pressing down on his lips.

The store manager and the clerks looked at her with disdain. Their meaning was clear: she was just making trouble because she couldn't afford the clothes. If she didn't have money, she should get lost; they weren't going to serve her.

Tian Ermiao's smile and his threatening words hit Huang Erchuan's heart with immense force.

In the open space outside the bridgehead, apart from a man in purple sitting cross-legged, there was no one else.

There were gushes of blood-red energy on Tian Ermiao's face, energy that carried intense power and swore to tear Tian Ermiao's head apart.

The Ziyun Dao Palace had undergone a baptism, and those who remained were all dear to the heart of the Ziyun Immortal Emperor.

His seriousness had truly frightened me. I really thought something had happened and was afraid that I had brought some trouble upon myself.

For decades to come, this street would be the most prosperous pedestrian street in Jiang City. Therefore, there were many people strolling through the night market, but there were also many clothing stalls, and the competition between them was particularly fierce.

On the border of the kingdom, not far from the territory of the Tulip family to which Lancelot belonged, was the fief of a viscount. Recently, upon discovering the Dorens frequently prowling the edge of his territory, Viscount Seraph sent men to investigate while immediately dispatching a messenger to report the news.

After all, her goal was just to get the information in the Wildcat's hands, so if she was just testing me, it was reasonable.

Bai Qi even started to imagine how majestic the egg would look after it hatched. Taking it out for a stroll would surely win him countless fans. But then he thought that "majestic" didn't seem to suit the egg; perhaps "sleazy" would be more appropriate.

It must be said that at this moment, Duan Ran was dressed in elegant robes, spotless, with a glow falling from his brow, making his features bright and sharp, like a young god.

Lu Mingyu was stunned. Was he looking too old, or did he look that much like his father? Otherwise, why would he call him that?

Moreover, this flame did not vanish after killing the players inside; it continued to exist and gradually spread, which caused the ten-thousand-man team, originally in an excellent formation, to be forcibly split in two.