101 The Man Who Pried Open Newton’s Coffin (Seeking subscriptions and monthly tickets.)

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Whoosh!

A torrential downpour descended, turning the roads of Aobei Village into a muddy mess.

"Waaah!" Auntie Pee-Pee had just stepped out of the public restroom when she was caught in the deluge, scurrying away in a panicked rush to find cover.

Chen Anquan leaped ten meters into the air, performed a mid-air rotation, and landed firmly on the basketball court.

Disaster!

Falling from a height of ten meters—this basketball court would likely cost at least a thousand yuan to repair now.

"Since you don't know your name, I shall give you one; it would be troublesome to address you otherwise," Shui Yiren said to the beggar, bowing her head in deep thought. She had to come up with a pleasant-sounding name.

Beyond being unable to bear the sight of Shang Huaiyu’s tears, what Qian Ye detested even more was seeing her try to force a smile when she was clearly so heartbroken.

"Shui Yiren!" Seeing her ignore him and walk past, Qin Feng turned abruptly, took a few strides forward, and pulled her into his arms.

Since it had been confirmed that the woman was not the Princess Consort, he naturally had to return to his own affairs.

Prince Yali’s handsome face wore a gentle and appropriate smile; even the curve of his lips was absolutely perfect.

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Xie Xun had trended on social media, and a wave of haters appeared in the comments. It was nothing more than claims that his bandmates were merely his foils and stepping stones, and that he had sold them out to pave his own path toward a bright future.

Suppressing the surging emotions in her heart, the bride looked at her man, slowly picked up the ring, and reached out her hand to him.

"Of course," Hua Yan said. Hearing Xiao'er being praised felt as if her own son were being lauded, and she felt immensely proud.

The village chief left with a cheerful laugh. Da Niu’s wounds had been treated, but having suffered internal injuries and then walking such a long distance, his condition had worsened. Liu An ordered him to stay in bed, and Er Gouzi and the others helped carry him back to the new residence.

Leaning helplessly against a man's chest, she recalled the events of yesterday. A sudden, inexplicable bitterness pricked her heart, and she grabbed Hua Jinyu’s arm.

Having stayed for three nights and been intimate five times, she felt physically drained; her footsteps were slightly light and airy when she finally left.

Who in the entire inner palace did not know that Consort Hua was the sole recipient of the Emperor's favor? To live with her was a true honor.

It was unclear why she referred to Consort Qi as "Erha," but she was indeed the dimmest wit among all the six palaces.

Ding Lei raised his head, full of defiance. Not daring to pressure Wang Qiang, he deliberately vented his anger on Zhang Yadong instead.

"Only this once, and never again." A moment later, Zhao Shufang finally stopped her mischievous hands. Then, she heard Brother Yan frown and say sternly, "Consider this an exception. As for the next time—no! There will be no next time." After all, he was a man; how could he allow himself to be treated so casually?

The Central Plains region was in a state of perennial drought. Even this winter, there had been almost no snow. A sudden, unexpected rainstorm like this would not cause any flooding.

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An Lingrong swallowed repeatedly, not daring to look directly at Nian Silan, let alone find the courage to plead for mercy.

"Come, come, it's finally ready!" As Huzi’s latest gulp echoed, Zhao Shufang’s chili pork sauce was officially finished and ready to be served.

Perhaps because Consort Qi was not a clever person to begin with, every word she spoke seemed to come from a place of utter thoughtlessness.

Before the apocalypse, money could make the devil turn the millstone; after the apocalypse, having supplies could break anyone’s will through material desire.

I know this is a dream—just a dream. You must hold firm to your own intentions, and only then can you begin to alter the dreamscape. Or, you can simply follow where the dream leads. Don't be so agitated; just knowing that is enough.

Jin Zailong pondered over and over. The root cause of the current situation was that he was truly short on money.

Because papermaking requires water for washing or soaking, places with papermaking pits usually have access to a water source.