50 Horse Racing

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Those standing nearby had initially come merely as onlookers, but upon hearing Madam Qi’s words, they immediately chimed in in agreement.

“Finished.” Seeing the cold indifference from her colleagues, Su Mu no longer wasted words and returned to her seat to attend to her own tasks.

What Su Mu had been waiting for and planning over these years was about to come to light within these ten days.

“The news just reported that there are ten Chinese passengers on the flight, among them someone named Yiyi.” Jiang Rong dared not imagine the aftermath.

They had been away from the capital for over a year, so naturally, they were unfamiliar with affairs back in the city. Moreover, they had only hurriedly returned yesterday, and now with shadows still looming and each person exhausted, there was no leisure to discuss matters outside. Madam Jiang’s words carried a hint of sowing discord.

And now, it seemed, Old Master Wu simply refused to go, using the trivial excuse of not wanting to leave home.

The long street stretched on, fireworks blazed, lights burned bright; he leaned on the lamp and looked back, the sharp and handsome features softened into gentle curves. In eyes more brilliant than stars, the night surely reflected her image at this very moment.

Even the grief-stricken matriarch of the main household regained composure, managing to lift the corner of her mouth in a faint smile. The master and mistress of the house need not be mentioned—they felt their heavy hearts settle, casting aside the worries about Second Master Xie.

Madam Shen had not intended to make a scene, but a sudden inspiration struck her as she watched Lady Li play and laugh with the children, stirring a trace of jealousy within her.

The couple sat on the couch; one threading a needle through the embroidery hoop, the other quietly reviewing memorials. Though the room was silent, it exuded a distinct happiness and warmth. Even Yun Xi and the others had slipped away, their smiles wide and unrestrained upon meeting others.

Yet, Fan Lihua lay on the pillow with closed eyes, tossing and turning, unable to find sleep. Her heart surged with joy, worry, fear, and sorrow in waves, restless like the tidal waters of the Qiantang River during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

This one sentence just happened to defuse the tension for Su Doudou. The bewildered Zhuantou glanced at Fu Jin, then suddenly understood and hurried off to the kitchen, leaving Lin Wei standing there awkwardly. At that moment, Su Jing glared at her, then helplessly shook his head toward the kitchen door.

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His attitude softened somewhat; she tugged him firmly and shook her head. She knew that once the Blood Lotus was handed over, retrieving it again would be nearly impossible.

Fu Yuning and Ye Han stared blankly at Bai Fenghua’s retreating figure, speechless for a long while.

The major clans mainly sought to use this to silence Lin Chen because the Sword Discussion of Yanzhou was indeed a grand event jointly overseen by the prominent families and the Upper Three Heavens.

“You two keep watch outside carefully. We’ll be in a moment, back right away!” the supervising officer barked with a glare.

Xiang Xiang reluctantly followed behind Dongfang Ji, determined not to allow the two any opportunity for private conversation.

Only after she left did Lin Wei turn serious, fixating on the white rose on the table before stepping out of the office.

“Yes! Yes! Are you going to stay overnight, sir?” Aunt Feng approached the man with an extremely suggestive smile, her fingers rubbing together as she reached out toward him.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” A cold voice, devoid of any softness, interrupted, markedly different from the warm voice she had imagined.

Golden Crow and Sun Wukong had also fought deep in the pit; Yang Qijin and Kunpeng rolled on the ground like savages, but every punch left a crater in the earth.

When the embroidered shoes ascended the mountain, they carried with them something unusual, much like the “big drum.”

Within the Eternal Dungeon system, aside from powerful level bosses and certain monsters appearing in predictable patterns, the most terrifying element was the strange and devious traps.

“My disciple did not mean to; it’s just that Young Master Qianjiang is blind in both eyes, and I softened in my heart...” Upon seeing Mo Zili raise his gaze to her, her voice dropped, and the faint courage she had just summoned vanished completely.

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A pair of jet-black eyes met mine; the man’s gaze dropped unabashedly to admire my chest.

Otherwise, if I were to be rejected and cast out, I’d probably lose face in all the realms.

To entertain the chief escorts of the largest escort agencies across the thirteen northern and southern provinces was truly a rare honor.

Moreover, it wouldn’t be fair to say Lin Feng wasn’t diligent—his strength was formidable, and he had climbed the ranks on the leaderboard. Such an expert was neither to be fought nor scolded. In any other studio, he would be treated like a treasure.

“Follow me.” Ye Xiao continued to command the warrior who had just ascended to level three, while moving his own figure eastward.

Besides, this song called “Enough Love”... never mind, I can only say my vocal range isn’t suited for high notes.

The next afternoon, heavy snow fell. Huang Wanzhi’s coffin was buried beneath a mound outside the village, with Lin Jiao and the others covering it with frozen earth and grass. Lin Jiao’s grief was piercing; he longed to throw himself onto the grave and wail, yet he restrained his sorrow and refrained from rash action.

Wan Cai harbored resentment toward Wanzhen, yet feared and loved her beauty. Though he despised her charity, he was helpless, and more fearful of the power of her in-laws, so he dared not provoke her wrath. He feigned ignorance of her righteous deeds and allowed them to unfold. Given the wealth of the Zhang family, this modest expense was but a drop in the ocean.