Another Piltover (End)

On the other end of the phone, Gu Chengfeng lounged lazily on the sofa, two buttons of his shirt undone, faintly revealing his delicate collarbone.

"Oga-san..." Duan Zuo, already stirred up, couldn't help but sob again, watching Meiqin cry and involuntarily recalling warm childhood memories.

Even if the difference in spirit attribute was only nine hundred and ninety-nine versus one thousand and one, it was like the difference between a pound of cotton and a pound of iron.

Shi Xiuyuan looked at the two figures ahead and shook his head helplessly. Xia Suyue's recent behavior was much better than before, but she still wasn't completely at ease with him.

The Spirit Beast's consciousness entered the real world along with the player, perceiving everything the player perceived, which undoubtedly allowed for a deeper alignment of both minds.

He immediately ordered those False Gods to stop, not wanting them to deliver divine personas to Gu Xuan for free, but the command had barely left his lips when Gu Xuan had already charged before the False Gods.

If he remembered correctly, the Demon Blood Pills he had obtained this time numbered as many as sixteen.

Given Ji Qingzhou's habits, shouldn't he first seek out his fellow senior disciples or meet up with Xie Ziye?

The person had been sick for a long time, bedridden, and on top of that, the elders said not to let the sick person catch the wind lest they catch a chill. Aunt Xie's sleeping quarters had the windows tightly shut. The smell of medicine, and even the stench of urine that wouldn't go away no matter how much you cleaned after so long, hit you right in the face.

The Qiongqi King felt like the world had changed, no longer the one he remembered. At this moment, he even began to believe what Gu Xuan had said, that this truly was the last reincarnation.

"For my selfish love, and for you, I have already hurt your Imperial Father once. Now, for your ambition, you have hurt him until he is a living corpse. Such a you and such a me—I loathe it, do you know? I loathe this ugly version of myself so much..." Consort Lan said, a hint of resolve flashing in her eyes.

"Young Master, please come in. This place is one of my dowry properties, also located in the eastern suburbs." Yijing boasted proudly.

"The Artemisia annua Grandmother sent has run out. The patients can't wait any longer." Yijing was extremely worried. The reason she had passed off Ten Thousand Doses of Qinghao as Artemisia annua to Shi Lanxin was precisely to guard against her substituting fakes for the real thing. If the plan was delayed, the patients wouldn't receive timely treatment.

"How about we help you? You've come from afar. Give us your bag, and we'll take you to the information desk to ask." Linlin reached out warmly.

"Yoshino, Shi Dakai... what's wrong?" It was Shi Huaizhong asking me. They still didn't know everything that had happened to us in Shanwangping. I actually hadn't been ready to tell them either.

Shu Jingrong raised an eyebrow, glanced sideways at him, then swept her eyes over the sudden commotion in the arena.

"What about the Liu Family of Heishui City from before? Many descendants of my clan were ambushed by that Liu Family," Paluang said.

"Alright, you may go back. Balang is a good child. Imperial We will make proper arrangements for him. As for his Prince's Consort... setting aside her background for now, she should prioritize gentleness and virtuousness." The Son of Heaven's tone was gentle, yet his eyes slightly closed.

For the nobles to maintain their estates, the court naturally couldn't allow corruption and bribery. As for commercial ventures, they had no choice but to relax the restrictions.

"If you don't like it, I can delay the wedding date for you. I'm doing this only because I'm afraid Empress Qin will give you away to someone else.

Spread the order. Not just the Four Battle Riders—conscript all the Earth Element Evolvers currently in the city.

In the second half, Knicks adjusted their tactical focus, returning to an offense based on interior play.

"Shire, bring out all the animal hides from home. We'll make shoes and sell them." Mi Qing acted on impulse and immediately wanted to start.

"Your subordinate has already asked General Qu. General Qu said he still needs your approval," Sun Youcai said.

Qin Molin was like a burning flame, ignited into a blazing fire by a single drop of oil.

"How is the Fourth Prince?" Emperor Yongan wanted to see his son's condition, but was blocked by a screen. Imperial Physician Fu stood in front, refusing to let the Emperor move even an inch forward.

She listened carefully and identified the sound as a tiger's agonized roar. It seemed Xia Rui had really gone to avenge his sister. A hint of a 'gratified' smile tugged at the corner of Mi Qing's mouth.

"Le Hui, if you mess with our spring again, I'll make a run for it," Wen Zhifan said.

Mo Xi didn't leave the baseline, because he knew Duncan was better at cutting in from the baseline. Although giving up the frontal attack route was dangerous, it was better than being caught between two fires.

Shen Changan reached out and pressed his hand against Zheng Hongqing's back, simultaneously breathing in the spiritual energy from the air and slowly channeling it into Zheng Hongqing's body.

"That sounds good." Shen Chang'an couldn't be bothered to argue with the other party over paying the bill. It was just the cost of a meal, nothing to do with favors or grudges.

Infusing lifeless stones, air, and even the ether with her powerful will—that was the essence of the Puppet-Puppet Fruit.

Of course, this was only with the other party's consent, or if they were legally married in the real world, or corresponding partners.

Ghost Infants, also called Spirit Infants, refer to babies aborted before birth. Infants with immense resentment are called Ghost Infants, while the rest are Spirit Infants. The later the month of abortion, the greater the resentment. They will try by any means to kill their own mothers.

Just then, a figure suddenly emerged from the end of the street, walking past Shen Changan.

"I understand. We'll start tomorrow." Lin Wan wanted to keep herself busy, so she could forget some unhappy things, even forget Xiao Quan.

I clenched my teeth, silent, and swung the Xuanmu Sword even more fiercely. The clanging sounds of collision rang out incessantly. The immense force made my arms go numb.

A hint of gratitude flashed in Zhang Xiaoxiao's eyes. Besides vegetables, the most headache-inducing issue was food. Having two big eaters at home was truly a headache.

After a moment of joy and excitement, Old P began to ponder the issue of how to use the brain-machine interface time.

Pushing open the door, the scent that rushed in was mixed with the smell of April. He took a couple of slightly greedy deep breaths, then took off his formal wear, entered the master bedroom, lay down on the soft bed, and closed his eyes.

Only upon arriving at the hospital did they discover that Jiang Yun was already showing mild signs of depression. So Jiang Yonghua called Meilan and Ye Qingyin to discuss it, and they decided that the couple would stay to take care of Jiang Yun.

"Tell those people outside to leave. Don't disturb me." After saying this, Yang Linglan went back to continue her alchemy.

The chef lived in the suburbs, but during the New Year, with only two or three relatives around, he felt stifled. Five hundred a day for two meals, with a car to pick him up and drop him off—it was too good a deal.