Every family has its own difficult story.

“Not an illusion? Ha! You can’t fool me! I know perfectly well it is an illusion! Still, it doesn’t matter. I like this sort of illusion!” Alva said, his eyes a little hazy.

“Hmph! As long as there’s a way, I refuse to believe it can’t be achieved! What could possibly stand in our way? I suspect even you don’t know!” Chen Cheng shouted loudly.

Seeing Leng Qingshan’s emotions growing more agitated, his whole body trembling, Wang Yuetian was about to try and calm him, but suddenly a figure flashed by. In the next moment, Mo Jingyun appeared behind Leng Qingshan and pressed a hand to his back.

Yan Liwang loved grandeur. Though the word was a bit vulgar, he delighted in weddings piled high with wealth; who cared what others thought?

His flight was at three o’clock tomorrow afternoon, so tonight he would spend the night at a friend’s house.

As soon as the words “thought arises, sensation follows” were spoken, Le Wu Hui bent low and respectfully kowtowed three times to Master Wudao.

Wang Yuetian, struck by a speeding stone and falling to the ground, instinctively drew a breath of the air around him, only to be seized by a violent cough as the multicolored smoke made his throat burn.

Before leaving, Dong Yuanshan insisted on inviting Jiutian to dinner, saying that since he’d entered their territory and was his child’s teacher, it was only right to show him some hospitality.

Kong Ming Twelve Nights, standing nearby, said nothing further. His figure faded again into the darkness, as if he had never been there at all.

On the other side, the Demon Spirit Realm showed no signs of hindrance. After consecutive battles, several giant demons from the Demon Spirit Realm had fallen, and their forces were depleted. Moreover, it was likely that their inaction was intentional.

The man in black remained silent, never taking his eyes from Yun Bing, though he could not hide the depth of his sorrow.

Rong Yu rose gently, the bells on her shoes chiming softly as she walked toward Yun Bing, who watched her coldly from the side.

“Who gave you such shamelessness?” His smile never faded, and the gentle light reflected in his eyes.

A voice, languid yet elegant, drifted from the throne. From a distance, one could vaguely discern that his handsome face carried an air of effortless grace, and his tone was utterly relaxed.

Thinking back to the past, Jiang Chenhe felt a dull ache in her heart. She knew she would never return to those days; for revenge, for the protection of her entire family, she had to suppress her nature, endure loneliness and coldness.

The wedding in Leng Qingxi’s memory was filled only with mocking faces and Mu Xuncheng’s cold words.

During that time, whenever she returned home and saw her sister, she felt a little afraid, for her sister was almost unhinged.

The ‘weapon’ would take about seven days to be fully deployed; only then would their chances be greatest. Now that the Zhu family was making moves, Xiao Cheng couldn’t figure out what they were planning.

The movements of the demon cultivators slowed, and aside from a few with enhanced defenses, the rest were all instantly decapitated.

Lu Jinyang’s nearly hysterical exclamation stunned everyone, freezing the scene.

Doctor Zhao was dumbfounded; Qu Xiaoxiao, however, understood at once. She pushed Doctor Zhao inside. As soon as her mother turned away, she made a face at Doctor Zhao. She never expected such a surprising turn.

Moreover, Han Yue’s belly did not yet show; her waist was slender as a willow, accentuating the fullness of her chest.

Not allowed to quarrel with Fan Shengmei? Hmph. She always had ways to make Fan Shengmei annoyed at the mere sight of her. Only by stirring the waters into utter darkness could she release her inner anxiety.

Yin Qingyu laughed, thinking himself mad; how could he be discussing with a Daoist nun in his own home why she didn’t want to marry him?

Even now, Tie Rou couldn’t believe it. Wen Ruixiu liked her? How could that be? But… his taste seemed impeccable.

“Don’t worry, Tiantian, have some water and sleep. Qi Hui will be back soon.” As he spoke, he signalled Aunt Yu, who hurriedly handed over a bottle of water.

Wen Ruixiu glanced at the serious face beside him, secretly amused that Tie Yunchao’s ears were quietly reddening.

“They’re all napping. I—I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d come up for a bite.” Li Dazhuang quickly wiped his mouth and scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

Pierced through the chest by the Flame Demon God’s sword—a wound that should have been fatal—Leonidas still moved.

This time, Yang Xudong addressed her as ‘Jiayao’ instead of ‘you’. Hearing it, Xu Jiayao felt sweet inside; she knew Yang Xudong truly kept her in his heart, and that was enough. Before he could finish speaking, Xu Jiayao silenced him again with a kiss.

“This is that letter—you actually brought it back!” Tang Jian picked up the envelope, disbelief in his voice.

By Yang Xudong’s estimation, Tang Qianqian’s generosity had a simple purpose: to give him a taste of sweetness, lower his guard, and then strike.

The owner of the gaze lay on a soft lounge chair beneath a coconut tree, bare-chested in floral beach shorts, cradling a coconut with a metal straw. Who else could it be but Chi Hua?

“If that’s so, why didn’t you say so earlier?” Tang Fei asked helplessly, having thought the Nie family was preparing a large-scale reprisal.

After giving Fei Ye some instructions and watching him leave, Tang Fei took out his phone and called Sun Lin.

The blue-furred werewolf dropped his mocking attitude, dodging Awang’s direct attack with a sidestep, then snapped back with a whip kick that sent Awang tumbling to the ground. He immediately lunged, clamped his sharp claws around Awang’s throat, and, grinning viciously, crushed his windpipe.

“Big brother, you’re here! Youyou is so hungry!” Seeing Yulan Mu, Youyou ran over excitedly, clinging to him for food.

Rising before dawn to queue for soy milk, then delivering it, acting as chauffeur and bodyguard to escort Jiang Zhicheng to work—going to such lengths to please her, is this really the Duan Yufeng I used to know?

One must admit, Zhang Ying truly was a genius. At eighteen, she was about to break through to the fourth tier of Sky Warrior, earning her the title of prodigy throughout the Eastern Domain. Her origins only grew more intriguing.

She disliked using digital photo albums. Every time she took a picture she liked, she’d have it developed in the city, note the date and location on the back, then carefully organize and store them.

“Congratulations? How did you come here? You dare deceive this Guardian?” As he spoke, a gray light appeared on his palm, emanating a terrifying power.