Proposal

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Red Line and Nie Yinniang pursued closely, but that person seemed exceptionally familiar with the inner recesses of the imperial palace. Flitting across a few courtyard walls and palace halls, the intruder easily shook them off and vanished without a trace. Neither of them knew the pathways of the palace nor the direction the figure had fled, so they had no choice but to give up.

"No, if we go, we go together. We've made it all the way here, how can we stop now!" Fang Rongcheng said, signaling the others to prepare the ropes.

Watching his idol slowly walk toward him, Tianpeng felt his heart race, his face flush, and his eyes begin to gleam.

Jinchanzi glanced at the Jade Emperor and, seeing a friendly intent, finally relaxed his icy expression.

After spinning around for a while, she grew somewhat dizzy and forgot to use the Heavenly Escape Divine Sword in her hand. The more she spun, the more excited she became. Before her eyes, five-colored clouds appeared, and she saw Immortal Chongxu and Immortal Lingxu beckoning to her...

The ingredients for every meal were bought by Xiaoye from the mountain foot, so he must have finished cooking by now.

Mu Chen drew a sharp breath; although his body had recovered, lingering fear remained in his heart.

Lifting his gaze to the main seat, Ye Qingli noticed that the cluster of spiritual energy had grown much weaker, clearly having consumed a massive amount of power.

Xue Qing was suddenly enlightened, thinking to himself that this girl was truly capable and far better than those maidservants. After finding Red Line, he heaped praise upon her. Hearing the steward Xue Qing lavish such praise on Red Line, the other maidservants felt bitterly jealous.

The guest room was pitch black and dim, faint sounds of a child crying drifting out. Completely ignoring it, Hu Lina let out a sigh of relief, returned to the bedroom, and lay down to sulk.

There was no logo on top, but Xu Qingzhi guessed what was inside. Without a word, she simply looked at it, while Bo Zhixuan had already opened the velvet box to reveal a three-carat pink diamond.

Guo Yu and Meng Shouguang, who had risked their lives to deliver the message, also halted their steps, turning around to gaze with curiosity and varied thoughts upon this "Tanlang," who seemed to wield immense influence in the Prince of Xunyang's estate.

"Monitoring satellites have detected an unidentified flying object in space rapidly approaching Earth; it has already entered the atmosphere!" Hill reported.

After a long while, Shen Feng pressed a kiss to Ning Nansuo's forehead, then pulled her into his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

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Only Song Zhi, amidst the millions of echoing prostrations, heard the endurance and terror hidden beneath Zhao Yichen's exterior.

Those two counted the centipedes and stink bugs they had vomited out; not a single one was missing, whereupon they expressed profuse gratitude and hurriedly scurried away.

An eighth-rank sword-wielder, he entered the realm through the artisan's tripod-sword true intent, effectively choosing the path of the "artisan."

"I understand. I am going to protect the mission target now." Natasha turned and left the conference room without looking back, leaving one sentence unsaid: How could you know that this is a trivial matter to me?

"What—what are you all doing? Entering the palace in armor is a capital offense punishable by decapitation!" Zhao Yitai was so startled that the wine cup fell from his hand, while the others looked on in utter bewilderment.

"Everyone is quite busy today, so please make do and have a taste," Dai Lele apologized.

Meng Xiwei fell silent, calming her mind to recall everything that had happened since she met Shen Star-River. Shen Star-River seemed to have never deceived her about anything; only this single matter had inevitably stirred her emotions last night.

The reason for choosing Gu Yunran was simply because he was genuinely too good to her. Before the incident with the two concubine's maids, he had been utterly obedient and submissive to her every wish.

Previously, Su Wan had mentioned to him the method of two-shift rotation—adopting a schedule where the day shift and night shift each lasted half a month, with a day of rest during the handover. This would ensure that everyone had enough strength and health to work day and night to build the dikes while saving time.

She felt deeply dissatisfied; why did every troublesome matter have to be pinned on her? She couldn't even watch a play in peace.

Su Wan could not deny she was moved, yet she hesitated to meet this fellow's gaze directly. His eyes were too earnest, making her heart flutter with panic.

The twilight sky in early April was magnificent. The slightly chilly air of early spring made the sky appear cold, clear, and transparent, while the embellishments of the setting sun and clouds spread out a mixture of blue, purple, and orange pigments across the western horizon, glowing with rosy light.

After pouring, Takizawa Yuya took four disposable paper cups and walked over carrying a teapot.

He was right; Sister Wan'er had made her choice, but he had simply been unwilling to face it and chose to escape instead.

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The keenly sensitive Wang Tao had already sensed something amiss; his heart felt somewhat apprehensive yet uncontrollably excited.

Lin Zhengran looked down at Han Wenwen, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and softened his stretching movements slightly.

Hundreds of miles of the sky were shrouded in black smoke, plunging the entire world into dimness as if facing the apocalypse—no, this was already the apocalypse itself.

That afternoon, I entered the palace. When I stepped through the crimson gates of the Huayue Palace, I realized that no one had lived here for a long time. The desolate palace had lost its former splendor, with fallen leaves blanketing the ground, untouched by any sweeper. A chill of bleakness filled every inch of the air, making it look much more like a cold palace for abandoned consorts.

"So I figured I'd just collect passive dividends every year and slowly grow old!" Jiang Ruoyu laughed.

Each harboring their own thoughts, the two silently stepped ashore. When they reached the gates of the Rippling Courtyard, Xuanyuan Mo paused, worried that his Third Imperial Brother might not be able to withstand Yun Xiao's wild talk.

I never dared to look at him, yet I kept stealing glances, my mood intensely complicated. What attitude should I use to face him? Should I continue to treat him as the masked man or as the Prince of Xiaoyao?

"Since Brother Long is willing, let us go in as well," Wang Jie said, casting a gentle smile at Long Xiu beside him, who was similarly brimming with excitement.

"I'm not sure. We'd better hurry and leave; we can't stay here," Wang Wei said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

As the Demon Venerable's voice faded, Wang Jie was enveloped in a ray of light, vanishing once more from the gigantic hall and arriving in an utterly unfamiliar space.

"Let's hope so. Alright, I have a lot of things to handle on my end, so you should cooperate with Department Head Xiao. After all, we are people from Hubei Institute of Technology; we can't let the institute look too miserable!" said Zhao Kesong.

The two needed a quiet and romantic private space, so naturally, they wouldn't go to a noisy bar, choosing instead a quiet lounge bar nearby.

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