Chapter 131: Midnight Whispers Between Husband and Wife

Gu Zhuo was stunned.
So, Gu Jiang’s persistence in his studies was actually to surpass her?
In fact, did he succeed in the original story?
He must have succeeded.
In terms of social value, he was a renowned professor of architecture, while her public identity was merely that of a nanny, and later, just an internet personality; her status and position were incomparable to his.
However, at that time, what he cared about was no longer the heavy burden of Gu Dashan and Yang Xiuzhen.
"Jerk, I won’t be happy even if you compliment me like that, meow." Xue Yu said, tucking her head, covered in snow-white fur, under her belly, appearing shy and happy due to Jacqueline’s praise.
Although the wound was not deep, it pushed the fury in Tang Zhen’s heart to its limit. Fresh blood stained his body, turning him into a man of blood.
Zhang Can had seen countless grand modern cities and had even personally experienced underground metropolises comparable in size to Hainan Island, but at this moment, he still couldn't help but let out a sigh of wonder.
The final evolution of the Bulbasaur-line Pokémon, a colossal behemoth the size of a dark green armored vehicle, possessed immense and terrifying strength.
My cousin looked at me and said, "You might be decent enough with others, but when you're with me, don't you have the self-awareness of a toad wishing for swan meat? Do you really think I’ve taken a liking to you and want to be your girlfriend? Remember what I told you before: I’m a superficial person who loves handsome men."
What particularly astonished Yan Wushuang was that the person walking at the very front, the first to emerge from the dense fog, was Cuiping—the maid who had once voluntarily followed her when she left Meng Family Fortress.
Originally, in such an environment, while not entirely hopeless, their spirits were low. Now, after being subjected to strong mental shocks and the subsequent Command Word of Truth from the Blue Phoenix, they were in a sleepwalking-like state.
The magic power of the Dragon Clan is immense, but it is not infinite. Their so-called magic immunity is actually due to their innate resistance to magic, coupled with the powerful magic within their bodies that counters external spells, rendering magic cast upon them by other races almost ineffective.
"I am being a jerk to you. And I intend to be a jerk to you for the rest of my life." Ouyang Luo’s fingers pressed deeper.
A ten percent success rate was not insignificant, but Blue Butterfly knew clearly that the real fear was that Chang Wandu would sabotage it from within.
Ye Suiyun immediately recognized this person as the black-clad expert who had previously captured Hammurabi and the others in the valley. The opponent also noticed the three of them, a flash of cunning and suspicion crossing his eyes.
Shenyang, LN University. The match between the Chinese Olympic team and the South Korean Olympic team was held at eight in the evening—a prime time slot. Coincidentally, today was Sunday, and the number of people watching the game was countless.
Zhang Shujie celebrated his goal with his signature move and then ran toward the sidelines; the Chinese fans in the stands were already cheering wildly. Wang Shihan was the happiest of all; she loved to see Zhang Shujie score, the more the better.
It was just a broken dagger. Although she had long heard that the Chinese secret art of throwing knives was extraordinary, in her view, it was just like those martial arts manuals—undeservedly famous.
Early the next morning, Chen Zhifan was the first to wake up. He didn’t call the brothers who had followed him; these guys weren't as tough as him and were truly exhausted. Although he couldn't see the others in the other rooms, just looking at Liao Han, who was still fast asleep, he could guess that everyone else was likely sleeping just as soundly.
Xia Liu’s resolute gaze told them that unless he fell, he would not let anyone step in to assist.
"Someone else is about to have bad luck." Ye Fan and Meng Yao exchanged a glance; both could see at once that Bi Yao was brewing some mischief.
Zhang Shujie was her boyfriend, and she naturally hoped that he would be on the field, scoring goals, rather than wasting time sitting on the bench.
After all, the effect of the Divine Dragon bloodline was truly immense. It was not only helpful to someone like Prince Fengnan but even to someone like Xuan Jun. The loyalty of the Black Dragon to Xuan Jun was beyond question; it was no surprise what he might do for Xuan Jun’s sake.