Baking Sun Tarts

Whether this speech was mere flattery or came from the heart, one thing was certain: it provided the other party with a graceful way out.

She withdrew her gaze and glanced at Xu Xingguang. Seeing that he had no intention of speaking to her, she did not initiate a conversation either. Instead, she took out a bottle of mineral water, moved through the gap in the middle of the cars to where old Mrs. Xu lay, and poured a little water to moisten the elderly woman's lips.

It was said that this time, a crossbow different from those crafted by past master artisans would be put up for auction, which once again attracted countless people to attend.

Merchants from both countries regarded trade with China as their primary task, or rather, as an essential channel for reaping massive profits.

Xuanyi soared out of the Pool of Exterminating Gods, cast a spell to change his attire, and his complexion turned noticeably paler.

"I will take good care of Linlin, simply because I am his aunt. Zimo, you must take good care of yourself too, especially when Linlin is not by your side." Lin Ziyu tried to detect something else in Su Zimo's gaze, but Su Zimo concealed her emotions so well that Lin Ziyu could not discern a thing.

Lin Ziyu made an encouraging gesture at the mirror and a faint smile curved the corners of her mouth.

"I don't care, you must apologize to me!" Mu Jiao, however, refused to let the matter rest. With hands on her hips, she looked at her with an expression of pure fury.

If this were an examinee, they wouldn't be walking in this manner. Who could this person possibly be?

After Nan Yixuan had walked over to Yun Luo's bedside countless times, he found that she had finally fallen asleep, and he could not help letting out a long, deep breath.

Lu Xiye trusted her implicitly. He opened his mouth, and a cool, refreshing sensation instantly spread through his throat.

"It is too terrifying! If there are gods in this world, Mr. Lin must certainly be among them!" someone muttered before dropping devoutly to their knees in worship.

Upon hearing these words from Li Yan, Zhang Xin was momentarily at a loss for what to say, as he had not expected Li Yan to respond in such a manner. Yet he also felt that Li Yan's approach was workable. After all, the three women all held deep affection for Li Yan; if one were chosen in the end, the other two would inevitably grieve over his choice.

As for the continent of Yunxin in the East, it was a realm where three major doctrines vied for supremacy, though none had managed to gain the upper hand, thereby maintaining a delicate balance. Consequently, the powers here were intricately intertwined, with dynasties, sects, and various factions standing thick as trees.

She still harbored feelings for Li Ruan, still lacked the courage to confess to her, and still remained clueless about her thoughts. She didn't even dare to steal a glance at her, able only to love her silently in the depths of her heart.

By the time she returned to the Su residence, the sky had already grown dark. Thus, Su Su decided against paying her respects to her parents immediately, thinking she would get a good night's sleep and go the next evening instead. She simply instructed her two maidservants to attend to her washing and bathing.

Murong Yi recalled the events of the battle, realizing that danger had lurked at every turn. Had Wang Yingying not arrived in time, he likely would have perished long ago.

The man looked somewhat surprised, not expecting a body cultivation practitioner at the first tier of physical refinement to even have a voice. Could it be that this physical cultivator possessed some extraordinary trait that allowed him to associate with a cultivator at the Transcending Mortality realm?

In Murong Yi's perception, several other factions had also charged forward together, intending to fish in troubled waters. Regardless of how one looked at it, the members of the Shadow Sect were truly in grave danger this time.

After hanging up the phone, Yu Mu spotted his luggage on the conveyor belt, walked over, and retrieved it.

Oddly enough, the crown of the head of the deceased snake god, Muhammad Memet, had collapsed and caved inward, while the rest of his body remained completely intact. The spot where he had clearly been struck and killed by the divine-pointing arrow bore no hollow wound whatsoever.

"His voice, his tone—they are so alike, almost chillingly identical," Ling Tai said with a blank stare, unable to bear this blow.

It was nearing noon. The procession arrived outside the north gate of Wanping County. Wanping leaned against the Western Hills and lay to the west. Within its borders flowed the Sanggan River, which originated in Mayi County, Shanxi, and traveled a thousand miles to reach Wanping. There was the Lugou Bridge, as well as the Sha River, Gaoliang River, Qing River, and others, alongside four inspection offices located at Lugou, Wangping Kou, Shigang Kou, and Qijiazhuang.

"Feng" immediately looked toward the direction from which the paper pellet had flown, yet discovered no shadow at all. Evidently, the person who had flicked the paper pellet had employed a unique technique, causing the pellet to trace several intricate arcs in the air before finally landing right in front of "Feng."

Those two supremely simple words, the moment they fell, immediately locked down the entire region with the profound and mysterious aura contained within the palm prints of that gigantic hand. The fire crocodile, which was just about to wriggle away, had half its body wedged inside, twisting continuously. Yet, despite its immense strength, it was utterly impossible for it to break free from that binding force.

"My Lord, I am also willing to donate all my rewards to the foundation!" Guo Jia deliberately waited for the Lord's two sworn younger brothers to make their donations first before stepping forward to report.

Seeing intruders break into the room, several Japanese soldiers attempted to draw their pistols in resistance. Without the slightest hesitation, Ling Tai and Xu Ming cut down two of the Japanese soldiers on the spot. The sharpness of their blade auras was such that, after slicing through the bodies of the Japanese soldiers, they left two deep gouges in the wall behind them, with the fracturing cracks extending all the way up to the ceiling.

"It's alright, everyone is like this the first time. I'll do it, and you can learn slowly. If I get the chance, I'll have Ferna teach you—she's quite adept at these things." Once she sat down before the dressing table, Tang忆 picked up the cosmetics and, looking somewhat unaccustomed, began to tinker with them.

For instance, Kang Shiyin, the manager of the Kang family's commercial firm stationed at Wuzhaipu just a moment ago, had patted his chest and declared that if Manager Qu was willing to distribute grain to them, the Kang family could even transport the grain far away to the Liaodong Garrison—a feat Qu Yuanrui could not accomplish.

"A flying sword?!" Lin Li, the middle-aged man who had led Gu Qing inside, looked at Gu Qing in astonishment. Because Gu Qing had not drawn his sword even when battling the blood lion, Lin Li had not perceived the true quality of the weapon hanging at his waist. Hearing now that Gu Qing actually possessed a flying sword, a trace of surprise could not help but surface on his face.

Amidst the sound of gongs, drums, and wind instruments, Ding Chunqiu, with a ruddy complexion and a head of white hair, slowly walked out waving a goose-feather fan. Behind him, dozens of men stood in two rows, maintaining a distance of several paces as they followed along.