Chapter 82: Take Everything

Feng Wanqiang was eager to take Deng Mengqi away, intent on meeting an important figure to resolve her "trouble." Yet Lu Fei insisted on hearing Deng Mengqi sing at her concert. Deng Mengqi found herself in a difficult position—she knew Lu Fei longed to hear her perform, and the thought made her happy, for her dream had always been to hold a grand concert.

“How about I sing two songs for you, just here, a cappella?”

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“Lu Hai knows martial arts, she’s a competent bodyguard. Don’t worry,” Pei Qin said, then climbed into the carriage.

The nursemaid wept, “The old lady and the mistress are coming, the kitchen must prepare meals, and there’s so much to do that I had to carry half a basin of water myself...” As she spoke, she suddenly glanced at Mrs. Chen.

“If the proposal was rejected, there’s no need to dwell on it. Conduct yourself with dignity and propriety. Now try acting properly again!” Old Scholar Fang said no more, striding straight toward the ox cart.

“Heh, I knew you’d say that,” Li said smugly, pulling a glove from the tactical bag.

Should Sun Quan travel to Wei, it would cause Wei’s army to turn its attention toward Chu, disrupting Chu’s strategy.

Clearly, Zhe Lang held the highest status among them, yet when Zhe Hai spoke, no one protested. Banruo observed all this with great satisfaction—these two brothers were truly intriguing.

Feng Ji stared, dumbfounded, utterly confused by Lu Zhuo’s strange antics.

He still did not realize the terror unleashed across the Five Continents when he had revealed the Yun Clan ancestor’s ancient schemes, though he could conjecture somewhat.

As the three powerful icy energies surged within her, they finally fused into a single force, flowing perfectly into her soul wheel.

Never ask why she was so meticulous and cautious. Over the years, she had witnessed her royal brothers return from the barracks sunburned to charcoal, and had seen her vain younger sister Wei Qingwan, once fair as porcelain, lose her radiance for failing to protect her skin.

A sharp pain seemed to radiate from his leg; the wound, not yet fully healed, throbbed quietly. Yet his heart hurt worse, so much so that the pain in his leg felt insignificant.

The tattoo was peculiar—a skull, flanked by two crossed blades, with a letter between them.

He deeply resented the feeling of confusion between reality and drama, yet still found himself trapped in this dilemma.

The floating city’s seasonal changes were usually determined jointly by the meteorological research division and the tourism bureau. Thus, autumn was especially long; after a brief winter, early spring arrived.

Because of this matter, Qin Jinyu had been puzzled for several days. Though she had her suspicions, she still wished to hear Su Heng admit it himself.

In the livestream, his fans had been holding back for a while, suppressed by the water army under the influence of weak-willed Weng Zihang. Now, inspired by his momentum, they erupted with fighting spirit, eager to vent all their pent-up frustration.

I saved you—and your precious treasure. You reward me with money as thanks, and we each go our own way, clear of debts?

“All right.” Yan Xiyue sat in her seat, full of excitement, looking at Su Wushuang and obediently waiting.

However, the dosage of poison could not always be controlled precisely, and more and more people were killed by Ma’s poison.

I looked up in sorrow, staring at her pale, bloodless profile, my heart tangled and confused. In truth, the moment I began to suspect the evil infant was connected to Fan Ruru, our relationship had ended. The foundation of our feelings was far too fragile—so fragile it could not withstand even the slightest gusts of wind and rain.

Everyone was stunned after hearing this, and Korina’s words struck a chord with Wendy and the others. To be honest, though they claimed to be students of Soaring Dragon, deep down, each of them harbored some feelings for him.