Volume One, Chapter 22: Everything I Want to Say Is Written on These Papers

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Although he was merely an assistant to the agent, he was still counted among the agents, and the songs in his hands were valid.
The matter escalated step by step until the entire entertainment industry knew how despicable and ruthless Yin Yi’s actions were—profiting off the suffering of others.
Yuan Qiuhua spun around on the spot, delivering a sweeping leg kick: "Pighead, essential for rituals, you cursed me, didn’t you?"
Two decaying corpses crawled up from underground, emitting a stench of rot, their foul mouths opening as if to devour the two of them.
Julie shook her head: “No, how can we go back on our word?” She then continued to draw and write on the table.
“Dad, you don’t need to worry about me losing. If I do, I’ll call you,” Chenchen said, still thinking Li Bai was suddenly downhearted because she might lose the competition.
Upon receiving orders, the First Fleet of the East Sea immediately set the aircraft carrier in motion, heading straight toward the Philippines.
Gong Xique said: “Xie Han’s child is your child. The child belongs to both of you. Xie Han’s house will be registered under the child’s name, and you can live there until the end of your days.”
The banquet two days later was held at a private residence in the capital owned by Wang Zhong. Zhong Nan brought only Hu Huanshan and another bodyguard, while Zhang Jing was accompanied solely by Wang Zhong and Xiao Yu.
However, just now, Tarkovado said they allied with the Beast Camp to blacken this restaurant, but this restaurant was secretly run by the Beast Camp itself—could this be a misunderstanding?
Lin Chendong and the others were startled upon hearing talk of a millennium ahead, foreign invasions, and immortal realms.
The so-called full evasion barely managed to rotate the space warship 90 degrees. Though most of the ship vaporized in the first wave of attacks, the engine compartment remained unharmed.
“Perhaps there truly is no leisure time... After all, Yuyao is quite far from the capital,” Madam Song pondered.
Seeing their parents so harmoniously affectionate was rare and joyful for Zhang Meishou, yet he was deeply puzzled.

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Dunfrey was stunned for a moment. This was indeed what he ultimately wanted to express... though he had planned to say much more. Yet this fellow had guessed it already.
Summoning the High Celestial Emperor, the Benevolent Jade Emperor, the Exalted Supreme Lord of the Azure Dome, to the Golden Pavilion Cloud Palace of the Lingxiao Hall, gathering the celestial ministers...
Though wrapped in a towel, the slightest movement risked it slipping off due to unpredictability.
Having finally subdued the other three living corpses, Qing Shuo felt somewhat overwhelmed, gasping heavily for breath.
And looking at him, Ji An seemed wealthy, from a good family, so he likely wouldn’t let Zhenzhen suffer hardships.
Li Mo sluggishly approached the stall; the chairs were dust-covered, seemingly unattended for a long time.
“Pft,” Xiao Yi couldn’t help but chuckle quietly; he hadn’t expected that the seemingly serious Du Xiaoao harbored such a mischievous mind.
Gelan was indifferent, brushing snow off her clothes, ordering a cup of highland barley wine, and choosing a corner seat to sit, removing her coat to hang under the table to warm it.
Without Gao Chuan on the field, Deliya’s suppressive tactics still posed a great threat to the young Salernitana players.
After a night of rest, as the sun rose and all living things revived, people regained their spirits.
Having just finished a meal and stepped out of the restaurant, Gao Chuan looked at passing taxis on the street and was about to hail one when suddenly his legs weakened.
Even so, Gelan took two minutes per move, playing like a professional chess player, frequently sinking into deep thought.
“That’s my younger sister, her name is Yang Yuehong. Tingting, come hook fingers with us...” I bent joyfully to hook fingers with the adorable Tingting.
Bai Gang searched around and indeed found a Mercedes-Benz business vehicle—it belonged to his company. The base could arrange Earth-side transportation with advance request.

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Money—no one disliked it, especially Xu Miao now, who craved it more than anyone. But she absolutely could not be bought off by money from this man before her. Such a useful person needed to be employed properly.
A scarlet beam flashed across, and another arm of the Rotting Tyrant was severed by Luo Tianhuan’s strike, though these few blows were insufficient to kill the thick-skinned Rotting Tyrant.
It wasn’t that he ever forgot her; he simply disliked showing his feelings in front of others.
To be precise, her mission this time was already accomplished, very simple—to reveal her true face on the world stage as a transgender individual.
Before those nearby could react, Gu Jinxi flicked her fingers, a sharp gleam flashing, and the gun was already in her hand.
Crisp and brief footsteps echoed outside the door, bringing an oppressive aura that even startled the dust particles dancing in the light.
Su Yi’s mood was tangled and conflicted, yet she found no reason, nor did she desire to find one, to delay going home. She allowed Shi Ye to lead her back, and upon entering the living room, she plopped onto the sofa, refusing to move.
She was currently traveling with the last group of wounded soldiers from Goguryeo to Dalian—more precisely, they were in the jurisdiction of Xiangping County, Liaodong Commandery. Though this was a relatively prosperous Han area, it was controlled by powerful clans like the Gongsun and Tian families, far less safe than the Cao family’s Dalian.
Su Yi paused the playback, smoothed away the goosebumps, engaged in some self-reflection, then resumed.
How Shen Ting chose to think or whom to trust was her own business, having nothing to do with me. Frankly, their relationship was mutually utilitarian at best. What right did I have to meddle in their love lives?
“Hmph, just pay me my reward!” Luo Tianhuan had assumed Cross would leave the Cracking Sand Star on his own, escaping the Death Fleet’s blockade immediately. But unexpectedly, this guy returned to save him—something Luo Tianhuan never anticipated.
Watching Uncle Lin’s figure disappear deep into the hotel corridor, Ye Chanyi’s smile instantly faded. He slumped into a chair, repeatedly rubbing the clay figurine in his hands, his eyes flickering with intense hatred.