Chapter 33: She Had Always Been the Most Brilliant Pearl
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“Meow.”
“Who could have been so cruel as to chop off Suet Ball’s front paws?”
After being gone for only a day, Suet Ball came back looking like this.
It lay curled into a pitiful little ball, its once bright and imperious expression now filled with grievance and fear.
Xianyu did not dare touch it. Her whole body was trembling.
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Looking across from the Jia residence today, one could see a surging sea of people, with the clamor of voices and the cries of vendors of every kind pouring into one’s ears.
Judging from what had just happened, it seemed that Mu Linfeng was the only one who knew Zou Zichen; Zou Zichen did not recognize him at all. Nor was it clear why he was being so reserved.
Only ghosts with profound cultivation possessed domains. Naturally, she could not reveal the fact that Wu Mo possessed one.
The ten-thousand-zhang Asura Buddha Venerable’s three-headed, six-armed Dharma body stood before the solitary peak that rose ten thousand blades high. Whether it was the Heaven-Locking Chains or the army formation of the Great Wall, both guarded the Tree of All Worlds behind them.
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Faced with such an outcome, Carlo knew that the fleeting effort to restrain the naval arms race had ended without result, and Europe was surging headlong toward a great war.
The setting sun slanted across the sky. The evening breeze was gentle, birds chirped, and clouds shifted across the pale-blue firmament, resembling the future of every living thing—impossible to grasp.
If the author’s updates later became longer chapters, the rules might change, but the author would give a week’s advance notice.
He wanted to conduct an experiment in the peach orchard. But Xueqiu seemed to have gone mad today. Ignoring everything else, it followed behind the car and actually raced it.
“Grandma, this is chocolate. It isn’t the same as fruit candy.” Fangfei actually explained it to her grandmother in a babyish voice.
Yu Sheng was suddenly overjoyed. He slapped the steering wheel, and the blast of the enormous air horn carried for miles in every direction.
Although this young man appeared quite amiable, as a “special” psychotherapist, she faintly sensed that beneath his affable exterior lay some indescribable quality.
As for what happened with Ding Miao back then, to put it plainly, she had done it for her own selfish reasons. In the end, she had failed to hide her fox’s tail, and that treacherous, cunning man Mu Boyang had stepped right on it.
But the truth was that, in this Qixi Festival needlework competition, the Shi family had bought influence and bribed the judges. They intended to elevate Shi Wanyue to the heavens, paving the way for her subsequent selection.
Sun Yingchen, whatever you wish to do, I will accomplish it for you. I will not fail in my mission.
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Bai Jiushu’s gaze shifted to Zong Xuanyu, her eyes burning with curiosity. Could it be this handsome elder brother? He was far too beautiful.
After that, he enjoyed his days in leisurely contentment, doing nothing at all except worrying about whether the fish had eaten its fill—or whether it had eaten too much.
At this, the Fat Monk spat on the ground. The compassionate expression he had worn moments earlier vanished without a trace, and Chen Rui inwardly despised the fat man for quite some time.
Chen Juan did not see the name she wanted on the list and grew somewhat displeased. “The abilities of these three students remain to be assessed. I remember that your school has a student named...” She pretended not to remember. “What was it again?”
Because Bei Ming Hanxuan’s attention had been entirely focused on Murong Qingran earlier, he had not heard what the two of them had said inside the tent.
Tao Xinyu’s heart trembled, yet she was extraordinarily excited. She raised her head and gazed at Bai Siyuan’s profile, heat burning in her eyes. She had succeeded, hadn’t she? She had done it. Even if it was only for a month, even if it was such a lowly, shameful identity—she had actually begged for it on her knees. How ridiculous. And yet she felt happy.
That proud expression looked increasingly lecherous in Yin Feng’s eyes. Combined with his hunched body and the tail tucked between his buttocks, he looked in every way like anything but a respectable beast.
Qin Yue secretly caught her upper lip between her teeth, biting down only lightly so that no one would notice anything unusual.
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