059. Wei Xun’s Unusual Behavior

Their classroom window faced the basketball court directly. She often leaned on the windowsill on the second floor, watching him play. With his long legs and arms, he moved with remarkable agility, and his beautiful shots frequently drew cheers from those around him.

At that time, she always felt as if some invisible hand was pulling her back. If she didn’t retreat, she would be struck down by an arrow—if that happened, she was certain she would have no courage to move forward, and would run home crying, diving into the warmth of the felt tent.

I thought for a long time but couldn’t make sense of it, so I asked Da Dezi if he had any good advice. What he said nearly knocked me over with surprise.

At this moment, Shen Mei’s eyes were swollen and red, a bloody mark cut across her neck, and her once white collar was smeared with blood and dirt. Disheveled hair framed her faded beauty, making her look utterly haggard and forlorn.

Hearing the centipede spirit spouting nonsense, I quickly cut him off: “Demon! Enough of your words. You’ve taken so many lives—today is the day you pay your debt!”

He stepped forward, ready to land a few more punches on Xiao Yan. But Lin Xi knew he didn’t have time to waste here—he had to find another way to get Bai Li Han inside before sunset tomorrow.

Time ticked away, second by second. It seemed as if an eternity had passed when Zhang Tiezui suddenly released my hand and said, “Impossible, impossible.”

Blood began to seep from beneath Ye Feng’s skin—the power of Twilight of the Gods was far beyond what he had imagined. Though not as strong as when Ye Feng had used it against the Poison Ancestor Yaofeng, it was still terrifying.

Master Huaye’s eyes blazed with anger as he snapped, “Didn’t your grandfather ever teach you to be quiet during someone’s midday rest? Especially for someone over a hundred years old! You woke me from my dream!”

Watching from the side, I sighed. How could I not understand Nian’er’s feelings? In our past life, we were husband and wife, but now we’re like strangers—such is the tragedy and sorrow of life.

Of the two oarsmen, the slower one had his throat slashed on the spot, blood spraying as the man in black blocked it with his cloak.

After helping his wife to sit down, Qi Shukang turned and went out, intending to hang up the laundry in the yard.

The sound of the ruler striking the arm was crisp and sharp. On the long-armed man’s dark blue limb, a deep, black mark appeared. The other students drew in a sharp breath.

This thirty percent increase was built on the high yields of ancient Chinese agriculture, providing a strong foundation for the Ming dynasty’s industrial development. The growing economy and the opening of more farmland—such as the former Dashengdian in Baoding—made this possible.

“Go ahead and eat, I’m going to find him.” At this moment, Shi Hui had no appetite; she only wanted to confirm what she had just heard.

Shi Hui deliberately changed the store’s hours, opening at ten in the morning and closing at five in the afternoon, perfectly avoiding Qi Zhi’an’s likely free time. Qi Zhi’an was always busy and could only drop by early or late, but after several failed visits, he finally sensed something was wrong.

Zhu Di had just prepared to speak, but Zhu Gaochi beat him to it, leaving his words caught in his throat as he rolled his eyes.

Suddenly, his heart tightened. He reached out to grab Shi Hui’s arm, but before he could ask, Shi Hui’s eyes closed and her body began to sink. Qi Zhi’an caught her in his arms.

Even from a distance, Mu Huainian could clearly sense the calm strength in her—no matter what happened, nothing could ruffle her composure.

Due to Zhu Yuanzhang’s strict regulations, palace meals were modest, and besides, Zhu Gaochi was not one for extravagance.

So, when she brought people to eat at the dining hall, it was naturally free. The canteen manager was eager to curry favor with her.

The moment Lin Ye mastered the Tiger Demon Shakes the Heavens Fist, Yang Yu, cultivating high above in the sky, opened his eyes and looked toward Lin Ye’s location.

“Brother Xian, what brings you here? Don’t tell me you’re here to congratulate me again? Hee hee, we were just married yesterday! I haven’t even conceived yet, what’s there to congratulate me for?” Princess Taiping beamed, her words growing more and more unrestrained.

Wei Ping swallowed his eighth source point, stabilizing his cultivation. When he opened his eyes, it was already the next day. Hua Muxin and the others were looking at him strangely, making him all the more puzzled.

A squad of soldiers entered, opened the glass, and began cleaning it.

“Brother? Hee hee, that’s perfect, you’re the most suitable one!” Princess Taiping said proudly.

“Yes, Your Highness, rest assured. We will serve you and the other princess with all our hearts!” Lin Xuemei and Lin Xueyun replied joyfully.

Beneath the helmet, the general’s face broke into a smile—if he could capture the enemy alive, that would be perfect.

Her gaze now was filled with nothing but love and tenderness—for this moment, she was the very image of a virtuous wife and loving mother.

As Yang Yu and Ming Feng practiced diligently atop a treetop, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth suddenly shifted dramatically.

The sound was pleasant—something Wang Chu had never heard before. If he had to describe it, it was like a falsetto in singing, not grating but with a certain sweetness.

But—law? What was it doing here? Wasn’t that wild law from the last world fond of Bai Junxiu? Why was it following him now? Was it fun?

Xiang Yihang swiftly used his divine sense to flick the toothpicks from the man’s body to another spot, lest the gunman be caught and unable to explain. The moment the three toothpicks left, the man regained his freedom, and without even picking up his gun, bolted for the exit.

Xue Ning’s hairpin was far more lethal than a mere flesh wound. The magic in the hairpin was now ravaging Tong Lisi’s body; without aid, she might not last half an hour. Most of her heart had already been shredded. Had she not concentrated her magic in advance, she might have been killed on the spot.

The two sisters exchanged glances—wasn’t this the imperial army officer their grandfather had mentioned yesterday? Why did he want to see them?

Yet when the mud struck the fishman leader, there was a muffled sound, and his body began to float upward.

If he could, he wished he could bear all her sorrow and pain himself.

The three volunteers, following Li Hu’s instructions and Zijian’s teaching, gripped their trident spears and drove them fiercely into the fat pig.

When she smiled, her thin lips curled slightly, revealing white teeth that contrasted with her pink lips, adding a hint of allure.