Did the young substitute play today?

If it had been anyone else, he would have already left in a huff. But Jun Tianheng’s talent was exceptional; the future of the royal Jun clan might well rest upon his shoulders. How could he bear to let Jun Tianheng fall into decadence?
“This is a secret that every head of the Mu family wishes to pass down, and only the head may know it,” the old Madam Mu said.
Lin Feng also hoped the two would end up together. After all these years as classmates, he had never seen Zi Tong take the initiative to pursue a boy; this was the first time, and it seemed she was serious. Lin Feng had to help—he saw them every day, and if he didn’t lend a hand now, he’d have a hard time in the future.
With these thoughts clarified, Chunqiu couldn’t stay in bed any longer. She rolled over twice, sat up, and sighed at her own restless nature; then she ran back into the kitchen to keep busy.
After speaking with Shengshi, Huang Shanshan felt as if Shengshi’s gaze could see through everything. Unconsciously, she lowered her head, avoiding those sharp eyes.
Xiaxia nodded, carefully recalling her time with Han Lengyan, trying to see what method might suit him best.
Lin Xiao smiled gently and said, “Eat before it gets cold, or it won’t taste good.” He placed the rice down, cooked food for Banjila, and then sat to eat. Luckily, the Fire Spirit wasn’t around—its appetite would frighten anyone.
There were some benefits after the flood. Most notably, many fish and shrimp were washed downstream. Once the flood receded, everyone in Yangjia Village would carry basins or buckets to the river, making trip after trip.
Yuanbao was convinced by the words, “we’re friends again.” He felt that You Shaojun was doing this purely to earn him face with the Jiang family.
Yi Qiling said little, tears shimmering in her eyes as she forced a smile. She didn’t know if what she was doing was right, nor did she know what the right thing would be. Her heart was tangled and conflicted.
Maiser nodded instinctively, then remembered Duan Chao couldn’t see, and continued, “They seem to be controlled by some kind of sorcery.”
Still, this was his jurisdiction; to put it bluntly, he was the most powerful person in the area.
Gong Lingxiao realized instantly—it must have been Gong Yikun making some outrageous demand, which Gong Muying refused, and so, enraged, he acted out.
It turned out Li Chang had many peculiar habits in the bedroom; the scars on Wu Zhen’s body were all caused by him during those times.

On the side, Feng Yixuan gathered spiritual power, adding his own strength and suddenly shoved Ji Shang away—but he himself was swept into the vortex and vanished instantly.
The tension Autumn Night had felt from Xia Li’s newfound distance relaxed a little.
After a brief mental lapse, the cultivators wondered: why had they never seen this before? Was it a native demon cultivator from Earth?
As for the carnivorous fish on the river, after three days and nights of bombardment, they were finally blasted into fragments, drifting on the surface.
Looking at the mountain slope up close, Zhao Yingxiong walked for half a day and the distance seemed unchanged. The slope stayed still, and between himself and it, nothing shifted.
As long as he could save Que Yan, as long as there was a sliver of hope, he would try anything. Even another trip to Yunfu City to see if Fu Ningxin had developed a new Water Bodhi would be worthwhile.
“Come in,” Shen Munan said to Chi Wan, smiling politely. “If you have something to say, wait until I return. Don’t interrupt our work!” His tone was quite firm.
Tang Liguo nodded repeatedly, showing approval. If things continued at this pace, Zong Xiangshan was bound to win.
If they didn’t seek their own destruction, Li Qingshan might still show restraint, but now that they were essentially dead men, he had no reason to be courteous.
Lin An hadn’t meant to show off, but realizing he had nowhere else to go, was forced to plunge into the water.
Beside him, a robot child said, discouraged, “But Boss Wei and his team are too strong. We can’t beat them.”
A manager at the Patek Philippe branch in Magic City received a report from his staff. Seeing the two watches, his expression changed instantly.
Cecilia’s fiery figure and sexy attire naturally drew attention—the way she stood, her long, beautiful legs, truly caught the eye.
About five seconds passed. The crowd was still stunned when the poisoned person slowly opened his eyes, sat up from the ground, and gasped for air.

The Song Dynasty’s imperial army was divided into the Palace Command, the Cavalry Command, and the Guard Command. The commander of the Palace Command was known as the Grand Marshal, and the deputy commander as the Vice Marshal. The titles were impressive, and Ling Kun was quite fond of them.
“Boss, these guys swagger around just because they have some family background. Should I teach them a lesson in manners?” The soldier standing by looked coldly at Liu Ye, who had just declared his lineage.
Wu Zun’s clear, bright eyes sparkled, his lips curved in a faint smile as he slowly reached out, intending to wipe the sweat from Su Jinxi’s forehead.
It was clear that the elders in every direction were divided—some drew near to Master Bihui, others came this way.
Two dying old men reminisced about the past, faintly recalling the boldness of their youth, but mostly feigning indifference while unable to hide their sorrow.
“If you don’t want to tell, that’s fine. I won’t press you,” Jin Ji said kindly, seeing the embarrassment of the long-haired man.
The Night Organization didn’t fear Ye Xuan’s strength, but the power behind him. With his formidable father, even groups as strong as the ancient clans dared not be careless.
When he passed the two black vehicles, he purposely didn’t pay them special attention, but kept a secret watch.
“Gu Thirteen, watch your mouth!” With that, he threw a poisoned silver needle straight at Gu Thirteen’s body.
By the time Dong Yu arrived home, it was already noon. As the taxi stopped at her door, she glanced at the meter, took out two hundred yuan from her wallet, said, “Keep the change!” and quickly opened the door, grabbed her luggage, and stepped out.
Ye Youyao saw Su Jinxi’s gaze fall on the Bi’an bracelet, and gently squeezed Su Jinxi’s hand.
Suddenly, he felt a rush of wind behind him—a sneak attacker used grappling techniques, hands flashing to seize his shoulders.