The Closest of Kin, Yet the Most Distant

Xie Yihuang thought that she had actually made this kind of braised pork in her past life following a recipe, and it did taste quite good, making it very suitable for people who liked sweet flavors. She just stopped making it later because she became too busy.

However, things were not bad for Xie Yihuang now either. At the very least, the braised pork nowadays was still delicious. The main reason was that these pigs were fed with grass, leftovers collected from other restaurants, or bran—food items that humans did not eat—rather than commercial feed. Therefore, the flavor of this pork was completely different.

She had come specifically to find Wen Qing. She could tell that Mo Qian was sincere, at least that was what she believed. Yet, she could sense that it might just be unrequited love on Mo Qian's part. Although they had not known each other for long, she did not want to see Mo Qian get hurt, nor did she want Wen Qing to reject him simply because of her.

Supported by their servants, Bai Zijin and Feng Liege boarded their sedans, while Feng Jingming and Jun Xuange mounted their horses, riding side by side along the imperial thoroughfare.

"Rest assured, nothing will happen." Li Jiannan did not care about such details; a true man had nothing to fear.

Her loud scolding drew a crowd of television station employees, and the area outside the station director's office was packed to the point of impenetrability.

Hearing him finish, Yi Yanlin's expression darkened instantly. "Can you find out who is behind this?" Who exactly was targeting them? Aside from the Su family, who else was involved?

"What did you buy in the middle of the night?" Her curiosity was piqued by his actions; she spun him around, pinned him against the wall with dominant force, and snatched the item from his hand.

Though dealt a blow, Qin Sangru wanted to retort and snap back. She observed Lu Yanying carefully several times over, yet she could not find a single flaw in his external appearance. The phrase "not an ounce too much fat, not an ounce too little" was practically coined for a physique like his.

"Awoo!" The blood dragon let out a mighty roar, opening its colossal jaws to snap at Yang Shaolong. Yet the Tai Chi maneuvers executed by Yang Shaolong dissolved the attack effortlessly. Although his movements appeared immensely graceful, they were ever-present within the sweep of his palms, and the boundless forces of creation between heaven and earth were profoundly mystical.

When she said she believed him, did she mean she believed that tragic accident had nothing to do with him? He had always considered it his own responsibility, and many others thought so too; yet she did not think that way? He pressed his lips together, and all those agonizing days suddenly acquired meaning as he gently draped his coat over her shoulders.

Upon seeing him appear, the strange man did not rush to attack. With a calm and indifferent expression, he looked on, treating Yang Shaolong as if he were completely beneath notice.

No sooner had his words fallen than a thunderous roar echoed across the sky above the military camp. A massive flying object, enveloped in roaring flames and spanning tens of kilometers in length, abruptly materialized overhead.

In reality, however, these ordinary-looking martial arts schools were the very places most tightly bound to the fame, wealth, and power of the mortal world, anchoring their roots the deepest.

Although the role of these refugees was likely just to provide hints and information to Lu Chen and his companions from the spatial domain, they were human beings after all. Provided their humanity was not completely extinguished, contractors could not simply stand by and watch people die when they had the capacity to help.

At this moment, expressions of resolute and tragic determination appeared on the faces of many officers. They drew quiet, sharp breaths to express the shock within their hearts.

Chasing them out from the military camp just now stemmed from Lu Chen's intention to deal with Young Master Ying. As for why he pursued them riding a burrowing beast, Lu Chen figured that Young Master Ying would undoubtedly have assigned people to monitor him near the camp. Walking out in a swaggering manner would likely mean walking right into the line of fire.

Lin Rangsheng was somewhat surprised as well. He had been wondering earlier why the passerby's opening strategy was so standard. Only now did he realize that the passerby was actually imitating him. His own strategy was a standard one refined through countless iterations on Earth, so naturally it was standard without the slightest deviation in details.

Liu Heng's tone was bitter. No matter how high Qin Xufei's prestige was among the common folk of the Qin State, without that supreme orthodox position, many things could not be done according to his own will. Forced to completely expose the awkwardness of their army to Fang Qingchen, a man of Chu, Liu Heng could not help but feel a sense of humiliation.

"It doesn't matter; you don't need to worry about this aspect. I wonder how the Zerg base is developing?" Lei Jie smiled and comforted him.

The two sides engaged in a fierce battle several hundred miles outside the western defensive fortress. Every single moment saw hundreds of vocational cultivators perish, yet subsequent reinforcements poured in continuously without any sign of cowardice.

"You might as well just state your business. If you don't say it now, I'm cutting off the connection." The adaptive sleeper immediately changed the subject, clearly unwilling to hear anything from me regarding that object, perfectly executing the "three-nos" principle to the bitter end.

Any astute person could naturally see that today's setup was clearly orchestrated by someone, though it remained unclear who else, apart from Wanying, was being targeted.

The interior of the cabin was relatively fine; both air and moisture were recycled, and the sterilization procedure could be completed during the recycling process.

Consort Ji had been conferred the rank of a Fifth-Rank Consort upon entering the palace and was assigned to the Lanyue Hall, occupying the entire palace hall all by herself.

Sheng Zhixia truly had no idea how to respond. *Well, Big Brother, the way he looks at it doesn't seem to show much affection for her either; it's just that she's pregnant, and as a real man, he's simply taking responsibility for his actions, right?*

Clearly, she had already discovered the biggest loophole in his falsehoods—that the aura of death originated not downstairs, but from the blood-soaked bed—yet she still chose to trust his testimony, attempting to find a logical explanation from another angle.

Just as her voice trailed off, Suihong cast a glance at Lady Ning—a look that was fifty percent disbelief and fifty percent wounded.

Back in Chongli, he had once sneered that Jiang Rongyu was not yet one of them, but now it had truly come to pass.

Two young boys sat inside the room. Just as Bai Yunqi had described, one was pale and slender, while the other was dark and robust. Upon seeing several people flood in, they immediately rose to their feet with vigilance, their gazes as sharp as daggers.

"Your Majesty, rest assured. This servant just handed over a large money pouch, but Imperial Physician Liu refused to take it no matter what. In the end, this servant simply tossed the pouch down and ran," Jiang Fuhai said with a hearty laugh.

Ever since she returned to the country, everything she once possessed had faced unprecedented crises because of Hua Yu's existence.

Seeing that the tree hollow contained not just Fan Tianxiang alone as he had assumed, but three other people as well, Cang Muyu froze for a moment before speaking with considerable surprise.

"Then what if I want to ascend in the future?" Dugu Hong asked immediately. By this point, many thoughts had already crossed his mind. If this were an easy task for the two old fellows, they naturally wouldn't have come seeking him out. Or rather, they would have brought it up directly with him.

Knowing that An Yutong certainly wouldn't answer phone calls, Qin Leng, who practically never sent text messages in a million years, had actually broken precedent. It was quite something.

Blood was the essence of human vitality; once blood was lost, one's strength began to wane. Of course, the blow that inflicted the most severe trauma on Ying Zheng was the arrow in his back—a full-strength strike by Bai Qi that shattered his spine and burst open a bloody wound.