111 Unwilling to Face

“You can never have too many clothes. You won’t let me buy you new ones, and now you’re turning your nose up at the ones I’ve worn, is that it?”

Song Qi shook her head at once; the clothes Qu Wan had brought were all brand new, perhaps worn only once or twice.

“If you don’t mind, just keep them.”

After setting down the clothes, she pulled out jars and bottles from her bag, arranging them on the table.

“These are all skincare products. You should use them. I didn’t spend any money on these—after all, I’m a celebrity, so brands just send them to me.” The lie slipped from Qu Wan’s lips as easily as breathing.

“There’s lipstick, too. A little touch makes you look healthier.”

Song Qi wanted to protest that she didn’t need any of it; she never went out, and studying at home required nothing of the sort. But seeing Qu Wan’s beaming face, she couldn’t bring herself to refuse.

“So that’s how it is. No wonder the elders say that the most dangerous thing in the world isn’t the spirits or the strange entities, but the world itself. If that’s true, I think I can understand it now.”

Liang Chuan smiled at these words and drew a talisman from his pocket—one of the ancestral papers of the old Taoist, only three left, all claimed by Liang Chuan.

He felt deeply shaken. Fatherly love as steadfast as a mountain—this was the pure emotion Zhou Jiao had longed for.

You should consider carefully: the direction you’ve chosen is based on the premise that the leader and his people have never parted.

Zhang Guoqing thought he understood Old Zhang, but hadn’t expected his eldest brother to be so tolerant—he was practically a Ninja Turtle.

After that, several times Zhang Hao appeared in countries neighboring St. Chiao, and every time, his family chased him down, forcing him to flee by the skin of his teeth.

“I’ve met His Majesty Night Cold Wind. I am Yi Qianyi, Regent of the Southern Kingdom,” Yi Qianyi said to the man who entered, greeting him respectfully.

The man in black robes gazed coldly down at the Creator God in white robes trimmed with gold. The chair of reincarnation radiated a cold red glow.

“Since Uncle Liang says you’re famous adventurers from Henan, I expect you have remarkable skills. Would you care to show them to me?” Ye Zhao gestured, and two servants carried a chest forward.

Zhang Guoqing didn’t believe a word. Maybe Sister Wang had said something to Zhou Jiao just now, but what did that have to do with him and his wife? Why bother getting involved?

“Is that so? If so, let’s go find them and discuss this now,” Irina said, following Xiang Long as he departed.

But the Nine Yang Divine Skill cultivates internal strength, not the body; the flesh remains mortal. The Sweeping Monk, to help Xiao Feng let go of his rage, withdrew his protective energy and took a blow from Xiao Feng’s Dragon Subduing Palm, coughing up blood as a result.

“Teacher Xiang Long, let me handle the first match. As the elder said, since survival is at stake, water must be crucial.” Wendy’s voice came at that moment.

A trace of bitterness rose in her heart. “So this is how it ends, and we’ll never be possible again.” A helpless sigh filled the space.

“Damn, careless for a moment and he tricked me!” Xiang Long coughed, climbed up from the ground, and glared furiously at Dafa in the distance.

The service at a four-star hotel is indeed superb—even this late, there’s a technician on duty to handle any problem. Angel gave it no further thought and opened the door.

Like parched earth yearning for rain, like a mother calling to her child, Minneapolis, after so long, finally welcomed the return of the Emperor of Basketball.

Long Sheng glanced around the room, his gaze settling at last on a porcelain vase atop a rosewood plant stand in the corner.

The Vampire Autonomous Zone was open, meant as a grand welcome to the sixteen elite teams, yet here they faced difficulties. Axin had long since issued special privileges across the territory.

“No one mentioned it. Today, everyone was busy with the company’s personnel changes, so there was no time to pay attention to outside matters,” Wei Shiqi replied.

She hadn’t expected that after days of wandering, she hadn’t encountered even a servant of the Crown Prince’s Mansion, let alone her sister.

The two spent the day at the temple fair; poor Jiang Yixiu, after her shift, still had to help out at the restaurant.

Liu Feng checked his attributes and found slight improvements. He was secretly delighted—once he advanced to God-Emperor, he believed he could face even the descent of the Demon God. So Liu Feng mused.