23. Containing Warmth

Seeing Bai Yongping like this, Xiao Yang knew he had no intention of continuing the search for the whereabouts of this Spirit Pearl.

Neussman, who turned and left immediately, failed to notice the mocking expression on Ye Nan’s face as he spoke, and rushed non-stop to the imperial palace of the Judgment City.

"What I mean is, your father and I are only offering you advice. How you proceed and what you decide is ultimately up to you. Of course, no matter what decision you make, we will support you," Nangong Feishuang said with a gentle, incredibly tender smile.

His current mental power was sufficient for him to sense danger and possess enough ability to evade the shells being fired at him.

However, as for exactly where the problem lay, Yang Qizhou currently knew too little about "Asgard." Without sufficient information to support his analysis, he could not yet figure it out.

It must be noted that previously, the Tiger Kingdom had been on good terms with Yang Chen, but just a few days ago, people within the Hua Kingdom had turned against him.

The reason he had remained in the City Lord’s mansion with peace of mind during this time was certainly to accommodate his younger sister, but another reason was that he also wanted to do his part to protect the mansion and Zhao Xuan.

It must have been because they firmly told the two lords from the very beginning that they wanted to go to the Huaxia territory that they were granted this opportunity.

Nan Wanyue’s eyelashes fluttered open like thin wings, but the moment she opened her eyes, she was met with a terrifying sight.

If it was truly Yuan Zhe who had saved their father and son, then he would be willing to risk everything to give it a try.

Taking a deep breath, Yi Lanqing picked up the wooden knife once more to slice the entire potato. The slices were thinner than before, yet they still fell short of Chef Qian’s standard, and were perhaps even thicker than normal potato slices.

Xue Yaoheng had full confidence in the companions she had chosen; they were not the type of people to be defeated in a place like this.

This time Ding Changlin understood. Surprised and overjoyed, he didn't bother teasing Zhao Yida anymore and ordered, "Old Zhao, quickly have a bureau car come to Changle Village to pick me up." Having said that, he didn't wait for Zhao Yida to respond and hung up the phone happily.

"Tsk." The person who had nearly slashed Kuroko Tetsuya did not attack him again, but turned his direction to strike down the others instead.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it; I can feel it myself." Her face pressed against his chest, and her hand, wrapped around his waist, stroked his back.

Li Hao stared blankly at Chu Feifei lying beside him. He wanted to ask about Ling Changfeng’s situation, but thought better of it. He didn't want her to go and confront Ling Changfeng, which would only alert him. It was better to investigate secretly and wait until he had solid evidence before telling Chu Feifei.

Although she appeared cunning, there was a playful quality to her that made people feel quite helpless, yet unable to be overly suspicious of her.

Cui Jinshan’s face darkened further. Not only had Ding Changlin stolen the spotlight, but by wiping the chair like that, he had made Cui lose all face. However, constrained by Lu Tiemei’s presence, he didn't dare say a word, though inwardly he was planning how to tell Li Wuyi about these things that evening and make sure to deal with this young man properly.

At a time like this, would a Huaxia person actually be willing to trade their own life for the life of a child they didn't know?

Perhaps emboldened by that glass of wine just now, she had completely let go of her inhibitions. After stroking his back a few times, she actually slid her hand directly inside his shirt.

I don't know if he had too much money to burn or if he was just looking for some amusement out of boredom, but the expression on his face was much like that of most men who came to the bar to drink—nothing unusual could be detected.

Tang Wan was also happy for her. She vaguely remembered that the first time, because everyone was underprepared, the admission cutoff score was very low, only around two hundred.

As she spoke, she picked up the rice porridge from the table, blew along the rim of the bowl, and then brought it to his lips.

Ye Caitang’s heart skipped a beat; this was exactly the same thing that had happened to Bian Jixiang yesterday.

Chen Mohan heard this and felt confused; his back looked very lonely, and for some reason, her heart felt a bit achey.

Tang Wan was a bit dazed, but she saw Lu Huaijing set the borrowed hoe to the side and raise his hand to wipe the sweat with a towel draped over his neck.

Then she darted into the bathroom, leaving a trail of silvery, bell-like laughter behind her. Hearing that laughter, I smiled and shook my head.

"Mengding Huangya tea?" Xique examined the hot tea carefully. She had entered the palace in her childhood to learn how to serve and brew tea. Later, she followed Sizhen and changed her name to Xique. She had seen an dazzling array of tea leaves, but she had only ever heard of Mengding Huangya.

Actually, once everyone crawled into their sleeping bags, classmate Xie Yanyan immediately moved them all into a three-dimensional space.

The intelligence that Uchiha Chi had lifted the barrier at the city gate had just been reported by them, and they were certain they hadn't seen wrong—the barrier had indeed turned red in that moment, and then shattered, all due to a strange method used by Uchiha Chi.

You smiled and shook your head, holding Li Qiyou’s jade-like feet in your hands, rhythmically massaging the area around her slightly swollen ankle.

Jiang Feng didn't speak again; he reached back, took the blade from his back, and headed toward Hui Yong. Hui Yong had no choice but to fight with all his might at this point. He didn't dare run into the black smoke; once he entered, he would become even weaker.

The journey was not peaceful. Even though Jiang Feng and the others had scouted the path when they arrived, half a month had passed, and road conditions had changed. In this day and age, things changed by the day. Jiang Feng’s group was not making very smooth progress, and their speed was relatively slow.

In fact, this was exactly what Su Xinyuan valued most. He was overjoyed, and after expressing his gratitude profusely, he ended his long-distance call with Master Yang Yan and waited patiently, though somewhat impatiently.

Because the warship he was currently on was only a transport vessel, there were no particularly powerful alien experts stationed here to guard it.

However, Ying Xiong was a high-level boss after all. Even though Brother Cai had returned to the city, this Ying Xiong was still carrying its massive, overpowered hammer, wandering around near the teleportation array.

Sure enough, the latter’s brow furrowed in anger, and he glared fiercely at Xiao Qiang, about to say something.

Yu Deshun was sitting in the fertilizer plant watching the workers. In a large, flat area, manure was spread out to dry in the sun, turning into dry cakes to be sold to farmers as fertilizer. If it didn't go through this process, the price would be greatly discounted.

"Lieutenant, what is the situation outside now? Is there much hope for a peaceful resolution?" asked Powell, a reporter for the *Miller’s Review*.