Chapter 26: Shen Zhuoran's Jealousy

7:00 AM.
The alarm clock set the night before rang with dutiful precision.
Yu Lan remained buried in the soft, plush belly of the giant lion. He nuzzled his head deeper, brow furrowed, unwilling to wake up.
The great lion, a king of beasts who should have been a fierce and domineering apex predator, was instead draped in an air of utter indolence.
Lying beside Yu Lan, his golden eyes fixed steadily on the boy’s face, which was flushed a faint, rosy pink from the warmth of sleep.
So cute.

Look.
Taishang Laojun has abandoned the Jade Emperor and is scurrying all over the room, rummaging through chests and cabinets in search of a suitable tool.
Meng Lang, still worried that the wind whistle would not be powerful enough, unleashed his "Gale Surge" divine ability, pairing it with "Force Like a River" to ensure the wind within the cave reached its maximum intensity in an instant.

This is the stepson’s home. By the pond in front of the house, a handsome eighteen-year-old, standing one meter eighty-eight tall, has his pant legs rolled up and is busy catching fish in the river.
Yet, a moment later, a surge of excitement welled up in Daoist Yuanlong’s heart. After all, his son had told him that this dying man before them possessed a fire-element spiritual artifact of astonishing power.

Gu Qiao watched as Ning Sheng placed food into Jiang Yanxi’s bowl, speaking to her with a gentle smile. He remembered everything she liked and disliked, his eyes seemingly filled with nothing but her, and her entire heart twisted with pain.
Before reuniting with his brother, Nobushige would never have proactively revealed his identity, if only for his brother’s safety. But once they had recognized each other, he felt a sense of relief, as if a drifting duckweed had finally found a pool of water where it could come to rest.

Zhou Hongyu was full of anticipation. With only eight competitors left, it was highly likely he would face Wang Xin in the next match.
Real Madrid wanted Bayern’s Ribery. Florentino himself had stated that as long as Bayern was willing to let him go, Real Madrid would let them take their pick of the Dutch contingent.

Having said this, Hong Yonggang let out a long, weary sigh of relief. Lacking the face to remain in the arena area to watch the rest of the matches, he turned and fled.
Qian Xiaoxiao didn’t care. "What kind of feelings could I have for him? Playboys like him are a dime a dozen around me; if I liked every one of them, I wouldn't have enough time in the day."

Blocking someone’s path to cultivation is equivalent to killing their parents. Since it has already reached the level of killing one’s parents, there is no need to show any further courtesy. However, for now, it is best to bring this session at the Source Spirit Pool to a perfect close; once outside, I will find another opportunity to deal with him.

Suddenly, Yiduo’s body stiffened. He put down the soup bowl and hurriedly swallowed, but the uncomfortable sensation of something stuck in his throat returned. As he tried to finish the rest of the fish soup, a fish bone hidden within it had lodged in his throat once more.
Luo Cheng rolled his eyes. What else could it be? Nothing more than coming to borrow money from his family.

Lei Ming sensed Yiduo’s desire to shop while simultaneously being put off by the high prices, so he took Yiduo and Wang Kai to the Mingzhu Mall. Xidan Mingzhu Mall offers a wide variety of goods at affordable prices, and since you can haggle, it is a wholesale market in the truest sense.
Chen Fei was initially the first to refuse to submit to Ye Dong, but after witnessing Ye Dong’s power, he was also the first to bow his head and pledge allegiance.

The education they had once received taught them to return evil with kindness and to sacrifice for others, but the first lesson the laboratory taught them was to be selfish and self-serving.
"Since this junior has proven himself qualified, may the senior now pass the Yin-Yang Lamp to me?" Yun Chen asked.

He chewed continuously, as if savoring the most delicious thing in the world. His eyes emitted a bloodthirsty yet enchanting light, like the incarnation of both angel and devil—full of allure, making one both love and fear him.
The weapons sent by Chambord and Saint-Germain were merely second or third-rate goods used by their own armies. Wudi didn't even need to guess to know this. Their own armies mostly used second-rate equipment; it was clearly unacceptable for those two nations to part with a large quantity of first-rate weapons.