As long as she had a bowl of rice to eat, he would have a bowl to wash.

It didn't take long for the bone broth to be ready. Paired with freshly steamed white rice, everyone ate until their bellies were round and full.

Ice Cube extended its chubby tiger paw, gently massaging the calico cat’s stomach to help with digestion. The claws of the tiger paw were retracted so completely that they were invisible, for fear that a single slip might scratch the little fairy cat’s belly. Seeing this, Liu Yi was suddenly reminded of a saying: a daughter is a "merchant bank," while a son is a "construction bank." Although it was said in jest, it carried a certain truth.

When Tang Rui steered the floating city to the auxiliary plane, the members of the Council of Truth’s Approval Assembly had also arrived.

Song Tao, who had been reluctant to stay in the hospital to recuperate, felt much of the gloom in her heart dissipate when she saw her friends coming to visit her.

"He’s running back again," Constantinos Santiago said, watching the edge of the pitch with Keane. Redknapp shook his head. "Is he trying to lure us out?"

Although these thousands of drops of liquid vital energy were slightly larger than water droplets, when added all together, they actually amounted to very little.

Song Tao picked up her bag from the sofa, lifted her chin to look down at Wang Qixin, and remained unmoved.

It was truly incredible. The canyon before them was only ten meters wide, but its length was astonishing, at least one or two thousand meters. A mere glance downward revealed a depth of at least a hundred meters. It was a sight that truly opened his eyes, and he couldn't help but exclaim in wonder.

Song Yun took one look, and the more she looked, the more familiar it seemed. Upon closer inspection, wasn't this Shen Yan's email account?

Song Tao’s face was cold. She turned away from the entrance of the president's office, two flashes of cold light darting from her bright eyes.

Fang Tang glanced down at the caller ID on her phone screen, the corners of her mouth curling slightly as she turned to the side.

"Do you need me to tell you, Princess? Bei Yehan has not only dispelled the Nether Night Art and the Heart of the Offspring, but also—the Ghost Mask Curse Heart!" Bei Yemo’s lips curled in a cold sneer as he looked at Lanyu Xianyin with contempt.

Therefore, they left the choice up to her, but it remained an unchangeable fact that the house they originally owned was reserved for their son.

The Lord must love her deeply to treat her with such special care. It had to be that. Why else would everyone else's flower seeds be so easy to recognize and find, while hers were so difficult?

The most important point was that they had to break through this illusion; otherwise, let alone divine power, even leaving this place would be impossible.

"You're still alive, that's wonderful. Yaxu, our son didn't die, he’s still alive." Xiao Shijing’s voice choked with emotion. He didn't answer Su Biyan’s question, thinking only of the fact that the child he shared with Yaxu was still alive.

Her shining eyes were veiled alongside the change in the Lord’s attire, leaving only a dull dimness.

The sun sank lower and lower, as if descending into the sea, until it finally disappeared. The entire ocean shifted from blue to red, then to a deep indigo, until only a tranquil, silent black remained between heaven and earth.

The evening breeze was chilly; autumn had already arrived. Mu Cha was wearing a thin sweatshirt, and as she walked along the road, the evening temperature had dropped, making it feel somewhat cold.

Gu Nian gave her a puzzled look and felt that she seemed somewhat familiar, but regardless, after the first glance, she had no desire to look a second time; her appearance was truly an eyesore.

Mu Hanqiu was, after all, the Peak Master of the Muxue Peak of the Bajing Sword Sect. Now that he had been seriously wounded on the arena stage by someone, how could the white-robed sword cultivator, who also hailed from the Bajing Sword Sect, continue to sit by and watch?

But this one week was far too short for them—not even enough to gain a comprehensive understanding and analysis of the T-virus.

For the sake of the master, one must respect the servant. Lan Zhen was rotten to the core, but Lan Yi was a good person, and besides, Xun Muyang still cherished old ties.

The order currently existing in the Central Plains had all been promulgated by Ling Chongxiao through the Constitutional Prison.

A sudden knock sounded at the door. Li Jian was startled and hurriedly wrapped a scarf around his body.

Bai Ling didn't know where she was, nor what the state of the Demonic Dragon was. She stared at the belly exposed after the Demonic Dragon fell, thinking of Lu Linsheng, who had been swallowed by it.