Volume 1, Chapter 65: Xiao Jin'an Has a Nosebleed

Yun Jinhua had just walked out of the bathroom when she heard a slight commotion from outside the window.
"Xiaobai, you're out being mischievous again." She smiled and cracked the window open a sliver.
Bai Zhi kept a pure white cat that loved to roam around the courtyard at night.
Just as she poked her head out—oh goodness, what a huge wild cat!
It was a good half-head taller than her!
The man outside the window was bathed in the pristine moonlight, his striking good looks somewhat dazzling.
Oh my!
Unmatched in all the ages, a feast for the eyes is a fine countenance.
This man was growing more and more handsome by the day.
With a flash before her eyes, Xiao Jin'an had already slipped through the window, pressed her down onto a chair, and closed the window smoothly behind him.
"Just washed..."

No matter what schemes Song Jingyu might have hatched in the past, Father Song acted like an excessively worried traditional parent, imagining countless ways she could be harmed and completely ruling them out before he could feel at ease.
A short while later, Shen Wang returned from outside the classroom, stepped onto the podium, picked up the blackboard eraser, and with intense obsessive-compulsive precision, erased the board step by step starting from the left.
Only then did Tianya realize that the mysterious voice from earlier belonged to this invisible chubby old man.
"Your Highness, I feel that since the people of Jin Yuan are so crafty and managed to seize the opportunity to strike at the Crown Prince, the matter cannot be as simple as a mere plague."
Down in the hall, Taishi Ci was familiarizing himself with his weapons one by one, while Wang Yi was holding a meeting with his generals.
"My lady, this is a misunderstanding!" Zhao Gongming swallowed hard and stammered.
He commanded high respect among the common people, and his eloquence was nothing to scoff at. Therefore, although no one knew what the other party had said, after this single round of pacification, not a single commoner came back to demand an explanation, which left Yuan Shao feeling quite astonished.

"Next is the interview session. Each reporter will now have one minute to ask questions. Please make good use of your time." Seeing that her boss had finished the introduction, the host quickly seized the opportunity to push the hype to a higher level.
Yun Zhi blushed deeply. She had no idea where she had heard such a thing, but hearing it spoken aloud by her made her feel even more flushed and flustered.
It wasn't until they were seated at the round table that Zhou Yi finally had the chance to voice all his pent-up confusion to Jiang Tong.
However, this fake Hollow had already been purified by Gao Qian's attack, and the scent of a Hollow on it was completely gone. Unfortunately, Soul Reapers were not animals, and they did not determine the various states of Hollows based on so-called Hollow scents.
Inside the café, Yulu raised her gaze toward the floor-to-ceiling window. The scenery had already turned to dusk, and pedestrians were walking home in twos and threes, carrying the fatigue of the day to enjoy the warmth of family.
Yet, how could she get him to help, or rather, get him to help without him ever realizing the whole event was happening?
Unlike Jenny, Zhou Yi and the others did not panic; they simply stared with grave expressions at the approaching Leiborn. Zhou Yi clenched his fists tightly, arcs of lightning flickering in his eyes.
"The reason you lost to me is because your spirit ball wasn't as big as mine," and other such remarks.
Compared to the "Longjiang" class, the "Imperial Capital" class featured a more spacious bridge, replaced with a traditional nautical chart table.
According to incomplete statistics, about half of the petroleum produced in the Boshawan Gulf was shipped to the Liangxia Empire, and almost all of Brunei's oil companies were doing business with the Liangxia Empire.
In truth, Huang Shanshan had been feeling restless in her room. She had received orders instructing her to have Ji Liunian leave the hospital at this exact time, and she had indeed followed those instructions. Yet, thinking about the traps that might be waiting for Ji Liunian outside, she felt a lingering sense of guilt toward him.
The two of them happened to arrive just as a new band took the stage. The booming bass and drumbeats intertwined, instantly causing an adrenaline surge.
Almost the exact moment he left the palace, another Daoist materialized beside Pure Sun Daoist. Dressed in a yellow Daoist robe and wearing a Daoist hair bun, he looked like any ordinary Daoist priest—it was none other than Daoist Yunxing.
A giant emerald-green dragon soared through the sky. It appeared to be on guard duty today at the dimensional passage in this eternal world.
The trouble was that this Harry happened to be the reincarnated Gaia consciousness of this world, which was, frankly, extremely annoying.
Amidst the golden radiance, people actually beheld a five-clawed divine dragon soaring proudly above the nine heavens, a golden phoenix bathed in fire undergoing nirvana, towering golden palaces that reached into the clouds, and immortals blessed with eternal life.
Having learned his lesson, Min Xue kept his scarf tightly wrapped around his face the entire way, finally arriving in Shanghai safe and sound—and naturally, without any fans waiting to greet him at the station.
It wasn't that Tang Guo couldn't be scolded or possessed a fragile glass heart; rather, he happened to be in a bad mood at the time and loved to pick fights. And right at that moment, second aunt Tang walked right into the line of fire. Tang Guo didn't care whether she was his real aunt or not—he would deal with her first and talk later.

Shouldn't a demon king like this be skinned and deboned? Why was his body not only left intact, but why were they even collecting his remains in the end? Did he even deserve it?
The two of them chatted and laughed as they walked onto the Bund, gazing at the endlessly flowing Huangpu River, the bustling crowds of tourists on the Bund, and couples laughing and playing.
Oh, please! Since the other party had already made their move beforehand, would they honestly just sit there obediently waiting for you to round them up?
The beggar caught the money, dropped to his knees with a thud in intense excitement, and kowtowed three times to Meng Que, wanting to utter words of gratitude. But when he looked up, he found that his benefactor had already vanished—disappeared silently and with absolute finality.
Zihan did not paint a grotesque "Ruohua makeup," but instead showed her true face. She strolled around Xianju Pavilion and discreetly scattered sleeping powder all around. If Long Yuling sent anyone to monitor her, they would simply fall asleep the moment they stepped into the vicinity of Xianju Pavilion, though they would wake up again after the time it took to steep a cup of tea.
"This child, she truly has no demeanor of a noble young lady at all!" Murong Qingzhe scolded Zihan with a tone full of doting affection.
"Are you saying that the operation against our pharmaceutical factory last time wasn't carried out by your people?" Duan Ke asked, half-convinced.
Their way of interacting seemed to consist of feeling subtle trickles of love hidden beneath various roars and scoldings directed at you.
However, just as they were slaughtering with great zeal, they suddenly felt the sky grow dark, as if dark clouds were blocking the sun, casting a momentary shade over the earth. Just as they turned around in curiosity, it would prove to be the single most regretful decision of their entire lives.
Mobai was first drawn to two footprints not far away, deeply embedded in the rock—clearly left by a God race member of extremely profound martial arts.
By the banks of the Buddha-Devouring River, a man held a magic treasure resembling a fishing net, casually casting it out to sweep across the river before pulling it back.
Master Fifth was somewhat surprised by Duan Ke's attitude; at the very least, he hadn't expected Duan Ke to take such an action. However, since Duan Ke was a disciple he had trained himself, Master Fifth believed that Duan Ke had his own reasons for doing so.
Yin Shizhe let out a cold snort, a captivating and wicked smile appearing on his face, and followed Su Ling into that room with absolute confidence.
"That's wonderful, Cheng'er. I've finally found you. Ever since I arrived here, I've kept hoping that you and Father might have been reincarnated somewhere in this world as well. I thought it was just wishful thinking on my part, but I never imagined it would actually come true." Fang Anchen held Yue Qingcheng by the shoulders, his face full of excitement.
Five yuan a month meant seventy or eighty yuan a year. Jiang Xun's breathing grew slightly ragged; this was an absolute windfall. If he could earn seventy or eighty yuan a year, his family's livelihood would improve instantly, and his mother and wife would no longer have to weave cloth until dawn.
The moment the flames touched the lump of flesh, it burst into a fierce blaze, causing the meat to instantly contract into a ball while letting out shrill, piercing shrieks as it desperately searched for a place to hide.