20 Intuition

(1/3)

“And those three powerful individuals from last night.” Mu Ge, just sitting up, recalled the events of the previous night, her heart sinking once more.

Chu Cangyan and An Mi’er walked in side by side, followed by two maids and four senior attendants.

However, judging from the temple’s repeated attempts to kill her, she could firmly conclude that the temple was far from the pure, selfless image it projected to the world.

The Prime Minister was gravely distressed, his face deathly pale, seeming to breathe out anger but not in. The eunuchs hurried to inform the emperor.

He remained silent, appearing overwhelmed with busyness. Lin Xiaomo felt more aggrieved and unwilling to engage with him.

After three years of waiting, this moment finally brought a response; he experienced a joy so profound it felt like dying without regrets.

Regarding Rio’s nonsensical words, Lin Xiaomo found them both amusing and reasonable. She took several deep breaths; this night was truly extraordinary.

The white Chevrolet wound its way down the mountain road. His tight-lipped expression and nearly perfect jawline betrayed his mood: bad, very bad.

Fu Yunyi’s eyes narrowed. Wen Ting’s words were accurate—they could guess that the car accident years ago was orchestrated by Wen Liang and Zhong Yuyan, but without concrete evidence, they could not announce it to the world and strip them of their standing.

In the end, he felt a deep regret. He longed to witness these advanced technological weapons, but various restrictions made it impossible.

Yu Yue had a sudden thought. She vaguely remembered Qing’e once angrily mentioning that her mother had fallen by the emperor’s hand.

Mitchell understood in his heart that Leione was the crucial key to this entire thread. Only by finding this key could they understand the grave catastrophe the world was about to endure and discover the means to steer it towards a better path.

“Isn’t that right? If our emperor could marry your princess, it would be a match made in heaven. You could withdraw your troops.” The elder spoke disdainfully, as if the passive party were Yang Guo himself.

(2/3)

Though he respected Houtian, the leader, if anyone dared to wrong his beloved companion, even if they were the leader of a clan or a deity from the heavens, it would be unacceptable! Man Da Ji resisted the temptation of food fiercely, tenderly holding Coco’s hand and bringing it close to her mouth, signaling that she should eat herself.

“Rest a few more days; work can wait.” He Liancheng bent down, picking up Kuan Kuan, and together they walked towards their residence.

Becoming an alchemist was already a rigorous pursuit, yet this item was even more demanding—only an alchemist of the Earth rank could possess it, showing just how terrifyingly difficult it was to acquire this Purple-Gold Crystal Chip.

The hospital room reeked of sharp disinfectant. Several strange machines beeped incessantly beside the bed.

Mei’er stared blankly at her empty palm. Since the age of twelve, when her uncle handed her this sword, she had treasured it and hidden it close. Why was it gone upon waking?

Being cruelly awakened from sleep was truly unpleasant. After Sakura unconsciously brushed away Ling Xiao’s mischievous hand, she resumed her peaceful slumber, leaving the naughty Ling Xiao feeling rather upset.

Xiao Moxuan’s lips twitched. “Can you be a little more mature?” Both were mothers of two children, yet they still spoke like this.

A few minutes later, Hong Lihua completed the accommodation procedures. She waved to Ma Jianjun, who was on the phone at the far end of the sofa, but seeing he was busy, she headed upstairs without waiting.

“How are you sure she came down?” Zhao Bingnan looked at Chen Lifen with a mysterious expression.

“It’s all just spoiled behavior.” Ji Linchuan thought. Recently, her personality had softened considerably, and since she hadn’t thrown a tantrum for a long time, when he saw her pick up the fruit knife on the table, his heart tightened in fear that her bad emotions had resurfaced and she might harm herself. He hurriedly rushed forward to stop her.

“Stop talking nonsense. Answer my question!” Hu Zimei smiled coyly and looked up at Huang Can.

“Just eat a few pieces of cake, then meditate in the room!” Yu Moqing swiftly grabbed a piece of cake from the table and stuffed it into Tuhé’s mouth, beginning to spin a wild tale.

That scene, many years later, still lingered vividly in her memory. She could still smell the fragrance of flowers and hear the sound of her heart pounding when he lowered his head to kiss her.

(3/3)

Qiu Yue and Qiu Shui couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing their lady’s plaintive expression.

Sometimes, a man only needs a gentle tease to loosen the tightly strung chords within.

Within the Baoding Sect, level restrictions barred entry to the inner sanctum, so every so often, Mu Ningxue would kill a few, and the three of them’s shifting identities rose ever higher.

This enemy-countering technique had long become a conditioned reflex, yet... at the well’s edge, Zhi Zhi felt something was amiss. The almost certain transformation failed to occur. The feint awkwardly turned into a clumsy palm strike—a move Aikido always scorned and belittled.

War was cruel and merciless—an acknowledged truth. Yan Liyou had long prepared to face the shock, yet seeing soldiers who had laughed and joked the day before lying as cold corpses the next still made her heart ache.

At that moment, Lin Zongyan lifted his head, his long and spirited phoenix eyes smiling slightly at her. Xia Ling’s heart skipped a beat. Was he looking at her? Had he seen her?

“Sorry, I’m only responsible for serving wine, not drinking it.” Xia Ling refused decisively, only to realize afterward how unwise her decision was.

Even diluted, the spirit liquid’s effects surpassed ordinary miraculous pills for normal people.

Both once trusted confidants of the previous emperor, whether genuine or false, these two became subtly tense when alone. Both kept their expressions unreadable; a glance here, a stolen look there, attempts to read each other’s emotions all ended in failure.