She lost her mind once again.

Liu Yi’s ears, sensitive as ever, caught the faint sounds of movement drawing closer, and her body reacted before her mind could process it. A giant white python suddenly appeared, coiled and looming, its body as immaculate as a snow-capped mountain. Its fine white scales gleamed with a silvery light, and its round tail swept through the air, stirring up a wild gale.

A majestic aura permeated the valley, compelling every beast to bow in awe.

A thunderous roar echoed, driving them all back.

Each of her roars reverberated through the entire valley.

Shan Ya repeated that phrase—nothing at all—rolled over, and continued sleeping. That phrase circled Nangong Ling’s ears like a spell. Was she really nothing?

What?! Huangfu Lei’s eyes slowly narrowed, his expression caught between anger and laughter, a strange distortion on his face. At last, he looked away from Yu Zinuo in disappointment, rising slowly and walking step by step toward the wardrobe.

“What surprise? It’s more like a shock,” said Su Lin, dressed in a strapless, trailing gown adorned with exquisite diamonds, as sweet as Su Lin herself.

Hai Lan pressed her hand to her forehead, while Xu Feng seemed to say, “I’m already so pitiful, can you really bear to go on like this? Can you? Is this really how you should treat me?”

The crowd discussed at length the future direction of the Star-Seeking Manor, then dispersed, leaving only Meng Xingchen to keep Xuan Tiandu behind.

Nalan Yi did not look up. Last time, the mayor merely invited him to attend the auction, expecting a refusal, but to his surprise, Nalan Yi agreed, filling him with joy. Many sought to curry favor with Nalan Yi, and that day he gave the mayor ample face.

Two factions clashed in the livestream chat, neither willing to yield. Bored spectators stirred up trouble, making the chat lively and chaotic.

How had everyone’s hearts been won over? Even after driving him out, they left him a set of clothes—was this persuasion?

The Sword-Passing Elder finally drew his blade, sweeping it toward Meng Xingchen. A surge of overwhelming sword energy rushed forth. Meng Xingchen neither dodged nor retreated, unleashing the Ruin Technique, perfectly countering the elder’s strike.

Lin Mu had always been lazy, and after being injured, he became even lazier, telling the doctor to come after work.

Such quiet, in a place without lights but with seats, was perfect for romance.

The purple clouds and rosy glow faded; the Canglan Continent vanished into the void like those destroyed realms, never to be seen again.

He knew very clearly that, given the current circumstances, he must make his own decisions, and what followed was becoming ever more clear.

Whenever his sturdy chest and taut, powerful abdomen were faintly revealed, Shen Zhi could distinctly sense the explosive strength and restrained power hidden within his body.

Ji Ran habitually streamed while gaming; Lin Mu had personally taught him the proper way to play, so these past two days he’d been practicing solo matches.

After all, where there’s smoke, there’s fire. If there weren’t some truth, how could such rumors have arisen in the manor?

Slaves and the lord’s subjects could not leave their places of residence; only adventurers, freemen, nobles, and royals could freely travel between cities.

Warm Jade looked at him, finally feeling something real. She slowly reached out and touched the man’s face.

As the founding king of a nation, he ought to be diligent and wise, wielding political means to keep the country firmly in his grasp.

In the corner, Li Dong saw his sister’s happiness at that moment, and the lingering anger in his heart dissipated completely.

The Lion King didn’t even glance at Li Dong, but his tone made everything clear: now, whoever Li Dong named must die.

“Damn it, I can’t let him leave like this. If he goes, I’ll have to wait forever for this task,” Li Tian muttered in the shadows, following closely behind them.