One Hundred Seven: Riding High on the Spring Breeze

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Xu Beiyou lifted the curtain and saw that they had already passed the royal road. The surroundings were desolate and empty, with only an elderly man blocking the path.
Xu Jinran could only bring herself to say these few words at last, speaking initially to ease the mood before revealing what was truly on her mind.
Amidst the blaring of the great horn, another round of attack and defense came to an end. The once fiercely contested battlefield slowly parted, and the vast army retreated like a receding tide, leaving behind a ground littered with corpses.
“You always worry about Jin’er and Dongsheng; being this close is better. And then there’s Guo’er’s matter…” He added, but the last sentence was swallowed back when Mrs. Zhang cast her a glance.
Chaoping had no words to say, while Feiyan, upon hearing this, grew furious and was about to draw her sword and charge forward, only to be stopped by Chaoping.
From the outside, the Longmen City appeared to have only five floors, but upon entering, one realized that it actually had eight floors, with the entire building rising nearly fifty meters tall. Each floor served a different public function; the floor they currently occupied also functioned as a banquet hall.
Because of this, immersed in the ‘mist,’ it was possible to clearly see the terrifying scenes hidden within the fog. This left her both bewildered and quietly uneasy.
“No problem. My dear sister, just watch my performance closely from now on.” Song Jie patted Shizhi’s head and began assisting him.
Wen Qian gently picked it up, brushed off the dust, and studied the flyer in his hand several times. Particularly notable was the blurry photo in the upper right corner—it seemed to be a silhouette of himself at some public event, although it looked more like a clipped image from a newspaper.
Beside him, Lady Liang hadn’t eaten much either. She observed the people in the viewing seats one by one, as if selecting something.
“This is what I think: He’s trying to anger you, so you should get back at him.” Yao Kexin said with a mischievous smile.
However, his gaze grew increasingly intense, and she could no longer tolerate it, shooting him a sideways glance.
The demonic beasts had eaten their fill, devouring the lower half of the spiritual fruit pig completely. They bowed their heads to Mo Chen collectively before running off.
Just as she pushed open the door to the cloakroom and was about to rush inside, a large hand suddenly reached out and slammed the door she had opened shut with great force.
Quan Zeyao could not recall their past; his feelings for her were not as steadfast as she imagined. If things continued this way, she would lose him sooner or later.

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Luo Ye wanted to catch up but didn’t manage to stop her before she pushed open Yao Kexin’s hospital room door.
I said, “It’s not really about expectation, just a bit puzzled.” Indeed, I didn’t know who would invite us or to what end, nor what surprises this banquet might bring us.
Mo Chen threw out the sealing formation talisman. A visible purple light enveloped the entire Purple Spirit Sect.
Constrained by the presence of the police, Xia Wei silently swallowed these words, restraining himself from speaking out, though his expression darkened considerably.
“Who knows? Anyway, anyone who offends me, I always get my revenge.” An Fen stuffed dog food into her mouth while speaking hurriedly, eagerly watching the cooking window, looking forward to her rice with toppings.
When Du Ming and the others saw what Sun Tianlong held in his hand, their expressions immediately changed; no one expected Liu Yu to appear at this moment and launch an attack on Sun Tianlong.
Seeing that the three could not overpower each other, Qin Ming grew excited, swinging his arms in wide circles like a windmill with his wolf-tooth club, clearly using some special ability.
The phone kept ringing relentlessly, as if it would never stop until answered. Xu Wanwan was disturbed by the incessant ringing, her emotions flaring, and lost control, flipping the phone over and turning it off.
“Young master, what shall we do next?” Xumou wagged her tail, posing like a curious child, asking Ye Qiu.
“You don’t need to overthink it. Leave these matters to us.” Qinglong smoothed her disheveled hair.
Thinking of Lin Ke, who likely was not this kind of person, Xiao Ya began to have doubts, wondering if something truly bad had happened.
No hope from peanut oil, so only rapeseed oil and animal fat remained options; hence, raising pigs was inevitable. He even sent people to Henan Yin to find eunuchs who knew how to castrate pigs to help with the task.
Sure enough, even before reaching the main reception hall, Emperor Hao could hear the hearty laughter coming from within—it was the voice of his father, Emperor Ao.
Next was junior sister Birong. Compared to before, Shen Tu Hong’s voice softened noticeably when he read her name. It was well known among those present that Shen Tu Hong pursued Birong, but love was unrequited.
At the stairway corner hung a simple wooden plaque with three bold characters: Personnel Department.

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San Huiling tightened her grip again, squeezing Zi Xin’s neck so hard his face turned somewhat blue.
Bored while waiting, she realized she hadn’t checked social media in a day or two, so she took out her phone and opened Weibo.
Xiao Mingchen initially wanted to be neighbors with his second brother, but unexpectedly, Prince Wei’s residence was even closer, directly opposite.
Although Xue Chen Shao had his suspicions early on, when it was confirmed, he still felt inexplicably angry.
My goodness, a top domestic family colluding with foreign underworld forces—what a huge stain on their name.
On one hand, they openly displayed overwhelming dominance to those enemies lurking in the shadows.
Especially the experts hired at great expense by Qian Jinyin, who now took several steps back, crouching like quails.
The plague god’s avatar unleashed its ultimate move: “Plague Fire Engulfs the Heavens.” As the ultimate skill was cast, plague smoke enveloped the land, setting the earth ablaze. The plague god’s sword burned with the same fire, and several fiery sword auras shot toward Hao Tian.
Madam Yue knew when to hide quietly; someone had secretly overheard every word of their conversation.
Kangxi could not help but feel pleased, thinking about how many high-yield crops could be grown on this land in the future.
Qin Caifeng unpacked her luggage piece by piece, growing angrier the more she thought about it—especially having to share a roof with Granny Jiang and Wang Cuilan.
Within the Hall of the Eye of Wisdom, the ritualist dashed out, like a blooming warning spell, using magic to amplify his words, which echoed with alarm throughout.