20 Warm Embrace

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Huang Lei was stunned. Her boyfriend had been drunk a few days ago, incessantly demanding that lottery ticket from her. When she refused, he flew into a rage and laid a hand on her.
Because her mother worked as a nanny for a wealthy family and was highly regarded, she had the privilege of attending a prestigious school alongside the family’s children.
The marinated beef made a faint sizzling sound on the iron grate, wisps of smoke rising as He Chen turned it over and over until it turned a golden brown.
Luo Ziang changed his tune immediately: "Fine! I'll eat too!" He sprang up from the sofa and followed right behind Yaoyao.
Chen Junlin looked apologetic; he had been too impulsive at the time, provoking Qian Wanying, which caused that cornered dog to bite everyone in sight.
Although these people did not speak, their gazes carried a hint of disdain, especially the older ones who had lived through the events of those years.
The man choked back a sob as he swallowed the food in his mouth. "No, no, I was just..." He sniffled.
By now, the stone platform was piled with the corpses of over a hundred Ghost-Evil Toads, along with more than a dozen light orbs.
Listening to the piercing, soul-reaping Buddhist chants, the group pushed themselves to move faster, scrambling desperately toward the high ground.
She was not familiar with combat prowess, but as part of a merchant family, they were extremely sensitive to the scent of money.
After returning, Lu Renyi and the others went back to their rooms first, but Fu Junjue called out to Yan Momo just as she was about to return to hers.
"Do you think I would bring a burden like you along for such a boring reason?" Fu Junjue asked coldly.
Du Zhen efficiently prepared a bowl of warm porridge for her; it wasn't just plain rice porridge, but mixed with some vegetables, likely to be more nutritious.

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The Saint Celestial Master of the Celestial Master Sect had thousands of celestial guards in the Immortal Realm; he was far more than a simple wandering immortal. A single decision of his could exert a powerful influence over the entire Heavenly Realm.
The Fire Spirit tribe ultimately belonged to the Great Thousand World; they were not born of demonic beasts or other species. At their core, the Fire Spirit tribe should be considered a branch of humanity.
"A hundred times?" Gu Bei suddenly recalled that he hadn't drawn a prize in a long time, even though he often had no use for the items he won.
The British side received word from the U.S. military and activated their radar. Harrier jets took off to intercept, but still found nothing.
"I..." Miaomiao looked at him with a dazed, cute expression, her lips moving as she raised a finger to point at her own nose.
The head of the Mu family’s mouth twitched. The head of the Feng family’s words were correct and well-intentioned, but he understood the subtext: Mu Xiyao was a lost cause, and it would be better to send her away across the ocean to wreak havoc on others rather than keeping her at home to harm their own kin.
Seeing the players return to their idle chatter and sharing of virtual delicacies, he stopped typing and logged out of the game.
Everyone was injured, and beyond medicine for healing, nutritional replenishment was essential. Pills only served to heal wounds; they could not replace the blood and nutrients lost from their injuries.
Although Sisi insisted it didn't matter, Shen Qinghuan knew better than anyone that Jiang Sisi, now running her own business, actually had no more free time than she did.
The path down the mountain was difficult. Mount Funiu was not high—only a few hundred meters—but it had turned into a true primeval forest. There was no road on the ground, only waist-high weeds and shrubs, and the towering ancient trees visible were thick enough for several people to wrap their arms around.
"Medicine? It's right here!" Puzzled, Shen Qinghuan opened the drawer, where all the medicine was neatly arranged.
"If I hadn't meddled in this business today, would you still be able to sit here safely?" Yin Haotian stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and reached out to grab her hand.
Those bewitching eyes were like a drug that stole one's sanity, plunging the observer into an illusion. The man managed a few moves before he could no longer hold his ground. In desperation, he pulled a pill from his robes, swallowed it, and secretly circulated his internal energy.

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Daoist Chiyun took it with both hands, turned to tell Wu Hao they were leaving, and then drifted down from the inner city wall with the swiftness of the wind. Wu Hao calculated the distance, and the sound of his flute drifted out.
"That sounds absurd. I heard the Sixth Prince has been in control of the army all these years. Would the old Emperor really let his own son take such a risk?" Zhang Youtao pretended to ask casually.
Ao Jie did not hesitate; he pointed toward the direction of the encampment. Su Hongmu flew out of the inner courtyard, leaped over the city wall, and left behind only a laugh like tinkling silver bells.
Chi Yue did not want Chi Yan to be this way, but there was nothing she could do. She sat in the empty house, lost in thought, until Qiao Dongyang sent a message.
This job was not as beneath her as she had claimed; it was just angry talk. Once the company grew serious, she immediately shed her crocodile tears.
"Take care on your journey, young master!" Vice General Sun stood at the city gate, watching Dong Hang's carriage depart from Luoyang.
Ever since Chenfeng Luoxing joined the Hao Alliance, he had brought them countless surprises, repeatedly turning the tide in unexpected ways when all seemed lost.
After all, they were old acquaintances, and they had gotten along well during the affairs in Shaoxing and at the Qifeng Pavilion. Although Shen Huan was furious inside, he still bowed politely to Shangguan Yu.
"Philosophy?" Namor looked at Caesar in surprise. This young general, who possessed terrifying warships and soldiers, could create hellish weapons, and was rumored to be able to command the gods, was talking about philosophy?
Gong Momo was, of course, safe and sound in the Xingqing Palace; at least on the surface, there was nothing unusual.
The coroner had not yet arrived. Yue'er's corpse was laid out on the grass near the dry well, resting only on a white cloth. Her features were once delicate, but they had become grotesque and terrifying after death. Her eyes were wide open, clearly dying with lingering resentment, looking like a vengeful ghost in the night.