30. Mao Xue Wang (Spicy Duck Blood Curd Stew), Chongqing Spicy Noodles

Tie Xin-yuan glanced at the crude Tibetan. Though the fellow seemed foolish, in that very moment, he had managed to cast aside his own imminent beheading, cleverly substituting it with the head of a cunning merchant to take back instead.

It was inexplicable; he could not fathom why he had ordered a halt, here, on the outer borders of Jinling.

Song Mujin watched Xiao Shu’s satisfied expression and smiled. "The affairs of Zheng Rui and Lu Ting can be put to good use." When the time came, it would deal a heavy blow to the Prince An Estate and the Duke Zheng Estate.

Chu Yao was draped in a floor-length golden gown, the hem embroidered with orchids and butterflies. Her long hair was lightly pinned, adorned with a dangling ornament made of red jade coral, making her look dazzling, noble, and extraordinary. Her forehead was painted with an orchid motif, rendering her exceptionally beautiful and moving—a blend of youthful innocence and elegance, cold detachment and noble grace. Her features were as delicate as a painting, truly captivating.

Seeing that they had agreed to his request, Old Man Yin felt a weight lift from his heart. Ever since he had encountered Zhong Hao a few days prior, he knew his movements were being tracked, and that leaving was no longer an option. Now, with these two before him, he could finally be at ease.

Seeing this scene, the crowd outside the stone gate grew agitated, their eyes fixed intently upon Yin Zhou.

Along the edge of the salt lake lay boundless salt pans. The Hami people continuously pumped water from the lake into the fields, waiting for the sun to evaporate the moisture, leaving the pans covered in shimmering white salt.

Although Gong Yaoxuan’s reasoning was sound, the thought of the consequences made Li Lingyi look at the six with a pitiful expression, hoping for some room to maneuver.

Feeling her divine essence beginning to recover, Zheng Wan’er wore a grateful smile as she thanked Dao Wuji.

Before arriving in Tokyo, Zhao Wan had already arranged countless things for herself: countless places to visit and countless meals to savor.

Yet, she did not know that the photograph of them had been taken at a wedding. Hu Xixi, wishing to prove to the "fat pig of a third princess" that she was truly in love with this handsome man, had feigned intimacy and been snapped by a camera. At that time, they hadn't even truly begun.

***

Therefore, Qin Long inevitably suffered defeats, and frequently so. Even Germanta, provided Qin Long did not use his "Chaos" energy, had managed to defeat him. Others, including Long Ya and the Blood Emperor, had also bested him.

Seeing the incoming fist, a wicked smirk flashed across Yang Yang’s lips. He threw a punch of his own, meeting the blow head-on without dodging, aiming directly for Li Xuanba’s fist.

"Great King, we cannot fathom it either. Not only did they save the drowning child, but they also personally returned him to his parents' hands," another spirit said, growing impatient and irritable.

Years later, when Yan Shuangfei recalled this first meeting with Liang Xuan, that sentence had long lost its original purity and deep affection, taking on a far more ironic meaning. Perhaps even Liang Xuan did not know what kind of sentiment was truly hidden within those words.

Jing Molie’s voice was faint, yet she could hardly suppress the agitation in her heart. Su Bei was stunned, unable to utter a word for a moment.

"Take her to the hospital for a check-up. I’ve already taken a photo of your license plate." Sanguo pretended to fiddle with her phone, scaring the taxi driver before walking away, looking back every few steps.

She had spoken after all. Su Bei cursed herself fiercely in his heart. He had told himself not to dwell on it, yet he could never forget the little moments spent with Jing Molie. He nodded; besides nodding, he didn't know what else he could do.

"Tell me, why did you take me to see Chairman Hu?" Waterdrop Grass asked indignantly. Closing her eyes was far more comfortable than keeping them open, as every time she opened them, she felt waves of dizziness.

"We already knew that; what about the second thing?" Guo’er hugged Enxiu happily before eagerly pursuing the second piece of big news.

The director of the Ciyouyuan Orphanage had been found dead in his home ten years ago, the cause of death being a drug overdose.

She leapt from the water, letting out a long cry that sent sprays of water into the air. Standing between heaven and earth with her robes fluttering, she startled the people on the river.

***

After all, their firepower was immense—yet they could not use it. Their targets were always professional soldiers invading their soil with superior firepower, not mere convicts who had broken out of prison after stealing a few rusted guns.

In mid-air, a gale howled, seemingly mixed with cold, icy rain that lashed mercilessly against the body.

Yet, three days had passed without a single word, not even an indication of when he might return. Lin Nuannuan grew restless; would she really have to stay here for ten days or half a month?

I sighed. Fortunately, the Soul-Suppressing Stele was still there. If I remembered correctly, Beibei’s soul and the Blood-Drinking Demon Sword were still inside.

Qin Feng was confident that by the time he finished his run, the 701st Regiment would not even be able to detect his team's trail, nor would they know that their defensive deployments had fallen into his hands.

Thus, if Big Girl were not currently unconscious, it would not have been out of the question for Lin Nuannuan to kill her right then and there.

She was so naive that it worried him. Although the engagement had been annulled, if this girl were to go off flirting with other men like this again, she would surely have been devoured—bones and all—by someone else long ago.