Suddenly, I really wanted to give her an embrace.

She must have been scratched by the bamboo while weaving the bird's nest, and then soaked in water when wringing out the towel, leaving the wound looking somewhat whitish.

The wound was so tiny that Yu Leng hadn't even noticed it herself.

She was surprised by Chi Ran's attentiveness, and even more amused by how awkward his current reaction was.

Clearly, it was a gesture of concern, yet he spoke in such a cold tone.

Suddenly, Yu Leng found him rather endearing.

The scratch on her hand was so small that she felt a Band-Aid was completely unnecessary.

Having fallen from such a great height without dying, it was hard to tell whether Ye Qiu'er had burned incense to the gods or was simply blessed with immense luck. The person who designed this mechanism was truly kind-hearted, actually laying dry grass across the underground floor. Once she got out, she would have to properly thank them.

Yet, right as she was heading out, she ran into Zhongli You and Gu Ruoshui, who were returning from a stroll, because the doctor had said that walking a few steps every day would be beneficial for the future delivery.

The implication was quite clear: leaving Tang Luo to amuse himself, while his own objective was equally obvious—he wanted to win over Han Ruobing.

Zhou Dongping hesitated for a moment, but still recounted the whole matter anyway; after all, the three of them often hung out together, so there was no fear of losing face.

Lying in bed and gazing at the silver moonlight filtering through the dim window, Yun Xuan's thoughts began to wander into distant reveries once more.

Having once again sent Zhao Hu flying with a smash, Ye Feng surged toward Hua Qingzhang, Yao Yang, and Wang Junyi. The three of them hurriedly summoned their beast souls, all three being intermediate Soul Kings as soul power rippled across their bodies.

Zelan shook her head and cast a meaningful glance at Ziheng beside her. Ziheng understood and immediately readied himself to rescue Su Jue at any moment.

"Xue Qianxun, what about you? Don't tell me you want to go courting death together with Jin Peng," Zhou Tong said, looking at Xue Qianxun.

Dressed in deep red Miao ethnic attire, Qiu Yuan flicked his long sleeves with effortless nonchalance, his gaze toward Mushui carrying a hint of disdainful coldness.

"Dragon Thorn, don't be triumphant too soon; you won't live much longer either." Having hunted hawks for so many years, Zhenzi finally tasted the bitter experience of having her own eyes pecked by a hawk. With the situation developing to this point, she knew full well that reconciliation between the two sides was utterly impossible.

"Run!" Liang Tian and Liang Jiqingjiao were fiercely formidable and remarkably pragmatic. Completely devoid of their previous arrogance and consumed by reluctance though they were, they dared not linger for even a second, turning and sprinting deep into the ancient city.

Bai Lu's gaze involuntarily drifted toward the purplish-brown birthmark on her forehead. Perhaps that was the reason she was always bullied?

Originally, the first line of this poem went, "In the northern lands there is a peerless beauty, independent and second to none." However, since this poem was written for Yueyao, he changed "northern" to "southern."

While lying on the heated brick bed, Qin Hairui was still urging Shi Peng not to rush forward on a sudden impulse; his life was a life too, and he was the sky for her and their son.

Let the Jiang family grow unbridled for now, arousing universal wrath and resentment; in the end, with no external reinforcements and no military strategists within, they would inevitably perish.

Yang Feng sneered with utter contempt, saying that Jiang Chen had planned it out quite nicely, but would the Great Zhou Dynasty really let him off just like that?

When the twenty-eight great aristocratic families who had pledged allegiance to the First Prince forcefully compelled Liu Yan to establish the First Prince as the Crown Prince, at that very moment, all of Liu Yan's grand ambitions were ground into dust. He wanted to retire into seclusion in the mountains, he wanted to abdicate and yield his position to a worthy successor, and he even contemplated death.

The crazy monk touched his bald head, which was tattooed with a blood-red centipede, and sat down rather awkwardly.

That Qiao Miaoqing had feelings for the eldest brother was something all of us who hovered around him day in and day out knew very well.

Li Erniu and Qiao Miaoqing stared in wide-eyed disbelief. Neither of them could believe that Liu Yi, who had always possessed such a strong sense of justice, would utter such rebellious words.

Therefore, Mo Qingfeng had once arrived at a terrifying preliminary conclusion: in this apocalyptic world, only the evolution of zombies was entirely correct.

Ronghua stopped at a blind spot near the boundary shared by the territories of three certain seventh-tier immortal beasts.

Tang Weixin looked at the man's mischievous smile and sighed powerlessly in her heart. How was it that she could never bring herself to hate this man's wicked ways?

Yue Yue sneered inwardly. The Empress had schemed her entire life just to protect her position as empress and secure her family's glory, yet in the end, she was utterly and mercilessly betrayed by the person closest to her.