Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Shen Yao, the Divine Matchmaker

Wei Yang ultimately decided to move.

She did not hire a moving company, intending instead to transport her belongings piece by piece like an ant.

In truth, she did not have much to take with her—just a few daily necessities and some clothing.

Everything else, she planned to sell along with the house.

After finishing the first trip, Wei Yang tidied up the room slightly...

As Song Anping carried Song Ziqi on his back, he glared fiercely at Meng Jing. Meng Jing offered a cold, contemptuous smile, her eyes filled with utter disdain.

Emperor Yuankang wanted to reprimand the two imperial concubines, but the words that escaped his lips sounded exceptionally weak, entirely devoid of any imposing momentum.

"If your love for me was merely a means to frame me, then why on earth did you agree to marry the Prince and Qiu Canghai!" Leng Xiaoyun demanded.

Four figures struck out simultaneously, each delivering just a single punch. Yet, this single blow was enough to send more than a dozen mid-stage Martial Emperor experts flying backward, coughing up blood.

Upon hearing her words, Wang Ergou nearly tumbled off his horse. Fifty thousand liang of silver? My dear good aunt, are you planning to go into Tianjin City and kidnap Minister Li Hongzhang?

"This is something ingrained in his very bones; he would never allow an innocent person to die!" Leng Xiaoyun declared, his hand already gripping the Soul-Drinking Sword tightly.

Truth be told, ever since that encounter with the phantom, Bai Yunfei had caused him far more distress than Qi Xue and Cao Yiyi combined.

"Matters like this are naturally half calculation and half the will of heaven," Nie Fenghua replied ambiguously. Fortunately, Jin'er did not probe deeper, and the matter was brushed aside just like that.

However, no one dared to roast beast meat openly in the forest, as doing so would essentially be sending out an invitation directly to the senior students.

Yet, the mission rewards anticipated by the transmigrators failed to materialize; the numbers on their global positioning system timers continued only to tick downward without any increase.

Marriage was a lifelong commitment, and one could not harbor wishful thinking simply out of affection. To persist in such a mismatched relationship would only make things worse, so severing a lingering pain quickly was better than dragging it out.

A smile bloomed at the corners of his lips. In an instant, it felt as though the surrounding ice and snow were thawing beneath this smile that penetrated the depths of the heart.

Dressed in a crossover-collar long gown and possessing a rosy complexion, Cui Jiuhe cast a pair of sharp, energetic eyes instantly toward Elder Yuan.

The smart irrigation system previously released by the Zheng Group had already generated massive promotional awareness, so as soon as this new announcement was made, the entire provincial capital stirred into action.

Fu Qu drew a pristine white handkerchief from his sleeve to wipe away his perspiration, his eyes carrying a hint of tenderness.

Wu Weizhong and Wu Weimin walked out of the conference room with gnashed teeth. Even when Chen An tried to make them stay, they refused, citing too many lingering matters at their branch office that required immediate attention, leaving them no time to linger.

Therefore, in Chen Fan's initial conception, this church deacon was most likely someone summoned by his mother to "exorcise evil" from him.

Walking behind Li Xiucheng was an elderly, decrepit man carrying an antique medicine chest on his back.

His stomach had been troublesome for years, and just over a month ago, he had suffered a gastric hemorrhage. Given that Qiao's mother had passed away from stomach cancer, how could she not take this seriously?

Many tourists on the beach were watching the spectacle, while others, feeling somewhat frightened, hurriedly scrambled far away.

In Jiang Wuyi's eyes, Chu He was increasingly resembling a true supreme ruler, one who held the power of life and death over others.

Chu He and Yan Chen, who had been guarding a distance away, saw enemies advancing from this direction and quickly rushed over to assist.

Wang Ting's face flushed red immediately upon hearing those words. Too shy to utter a sound, she simply nodded gently to indicate her consent.

At this thought, he could not help but emit a secret, bitter chuckle, thinking to himself that he had only intended to summon people to intimidate, not to cause trouble.

The fruits produced by the secret realm were widely acclaimed. The children, who usually loved watermelons, ended up eating very little of it, choosing instead to feast on the spirit-qi-infused peaches and apples.