Did Substitute No. 44 play today?

Qi Ruizhe’s kiss fell gently, and he pressed her palm to his chest, letting it rest in time with the powerful thud of his heartbeat. Chang Yi had no idea what he wanted to say, and handed her phone to Kong Yixian in confusion. Kong Yixian only caught one sentence from Lin Nengjin.

As halftime ended, Kong Yixian returned to the field and drew her bow; she found herself growing fonder of its strength and feel, even the pressure of the string against her face seemed to brim with vitality.

Xiushui, after years of training, had long since learned to mimic all sorts of people. Today, she only wanted to show her most beautiful side before Mo Fu.

The wooden sword soared, yet its effect was wholly different from the others. The branches it cut fell to the ground, instantly withering and turning a sallow, lifeless yellow, as though the sword had drained all vitality from them.

In the depth of night, when all was silent, the clanging of iron rang out, sharp and piercing, yet there was no response from within the prison. At that moment, a shadow beckoned to the masked intruders from the entrance of the cell block. After a few whispered words, the shadow led them inside.

Before their eyes, the sky above the land now known as Anfa Ug Lix, a vast and desolate wilderness, grew ever darker. The clouds, already ashen, churned and blackened, while faint streaks of blood-red crept across the sky.

When Zhang Fei was just a meter from the Monkey King, he watched as the king suddenly pressed its hand to its mouth, stuck out a large tongue, and licked its palm. The other monkeys saw nothing, but Zhang Fei knew it had swallowed the rainbow-hued shard.

Saint Duoqing took Shuang Qionghua’s hand, and as divine light enveloped them, the earth trembled and seemed to shed its skin. Like a ship upon the sea, it carried them all far away.

Everyone knew that more than half the power at court now rested in the hands of the Ten Eunuchs. No one else could even approach the Emperor. The fact that Xia Feng was summoned meant he had their approval. One could easily imagine Xia Feng’s background, then.

“It seems the Eighth Princess’s only aim was to ruin Yunyang’s engagement, not truly to destroy her chastity,” Song Ling analyzed calmly.

The news sent the already anxious people of Doria into even greater panic.

He could not help but grumble inwardly—how had the most ruthless imperial family changed so drastically in this generation of princes bearing the ‘Ming’ name?

To be honest, I trust myself more than anyone. After having nearly come to such harm, I ought to have learned my lesson; I’d never again dare anger Li Tan so recklessly.

Seeing the flicker of alarm clouding her uncertain face, Gu Mingjue sighed quietly to himself.

Qi Ruizhe looked Han Jinyu up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, pretending to seriously consider the question.

She wasn’t following some fool, but was tending to a future teammate—one who might well be the genius who would help their squad outshine Professor Bai.

Finally sated, happiness washed over Han Jinyu, and a satisfied smile curved her lips.

Returning to Granny Wang’s house, she found it far from quiet. The room bustled with life; nine elderly men and women sat inside, all with their eyes closed. Wooden cups of tea stood untouched before them, abandoned, as if no one wanted to drink. They looked as if they were waiting for something.

Despite the many constraints of the “Abyss of Despair,” his spiritual strength, at its peak, could still probe a hundred meters in every direction—more than enough for their current situation in the shadows.

Professor Snape said nothing. He avoided Narcissa’s eyes, refusing to look at her tears, as if he found them unsightly. Yet he could not pretend he hadn’t heard her words.

Qing’er lingered outside, unwilling to leave, secretly pressing herself against the window. As the saying goes, “If you won’t eat dog meat, at least drink the broth.” Listening to the lively sounds within, she thought even a taste from afar would do.

The old dowager was moved beyond words. She knew well that Pan Jinlian held a far more important place in Wu Song’s heart than Li Kui ever did. For him to act thus revealed the deep loyalty he bore her and her son.

Losing no time, he used an earth wall to block the attack, narrowly escaping the storm’s aftermath—a successful defense against the joint jutsu of black and white.

“So are you going to buy it or not?” Ji Qingcheng stood with her arms crossed, staring straight at Ji Meinai as if she could win the argument by sheer force of will.

To ask a boy to confess to you, then reject him outright—wouldn’t that be too heartless?

Until now, I’d always been annoyed by Xia Haoyu’s habit of “operating” on my head for no reason. Yet in this moment, I suddenly felt an unexpected warmth.

Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas were both grinning with excitement, beckoning them over.

Jiang Fei cracked crab legs with a sharp snap; judging by the look of hatred in her eyes, it seemed she was dismembering something far more sinister than a crustacean.

No matter how much mutual appreciation there was between the two, they remained business rivals. Thus, whether intentionally or not, both held something back in conversation.

She leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, staring at the data on the screen, lost in thought.

He could vaguely hear his parents talking in their room. The old house had almost no soundproofing. It was already one in the morning, and the world outside was so still that every sound carried.

The cursed children, on the other hand, could only survive under the protection of the giant stele, relying on human production for their resources.

The detonation of an innate treasure was far more ferocious than that of even a peak Golden Immortal cultivator.

In front of the two-seater sofa stood a coffee table fashioned from three discarded tires and a round pane of glass. On either side were more seats, DIY creations made from old tires.