36 A Perfect Match

Lin Zhao locked the cupboard and went to the kitchen to boil noodles. Once cooked, she rinsed them in cold water, sliced some cucumber and carrots, halved a hard-boiled egg, and tossed everything with seasoning and meat sauce. It tasted delicious.

The two little ones ate without ever lifting their heads.

"Mom, the cold noodles are so good, the egg is good too! Can we have them again tomorrow?" The younger child buried his face in the bowl, slurping loudly, his cheeks smeared with sauce.

The elder child looked at his brother’s messy face, feeling thoroughly distressed, and sighed like an old man.

This stage was many times larger than the one for Jiang Han’s debut performance, and the stage design was far more exquisite. The venue was dominated by shades of purple—the very color Qin Lizhi loved.

Before Cang Luo could prepare himself, Jin Chen launched his attack, sending an invisible shockwave surging fiercely toward him.

Agonancy hadn't even finished speaking before she felt dizzy. She wasn't angry at Hanzhi, but at Shiyuan and Heji for acting on their own and killing Ji Yun. In the end, her plans with Hanzhi had become completely useless, leaving them to deal with a mess. The tragedy was that she still had to rely on Shiyuan.

"I can tell that although you seem very happy right now, your heart is filled with sorrow." She seemed to smile, though it was followed by a cough.

The tiger-headed cultivator nodded without a word, walked straight to the back, opened the third stone coffin, and lay inside. He closed the lid, seemingly drifting off to sleep.

It was fine to provoke Jin Chen a little, but Cang Luo dared not truly enrage him. As expected, he kept his distance and watched from afar.

Smiling as he led the way, Leng Mu spread his arms wide. After reaching the Earth’s atmosphere, he watched the young man depart.

"Don't you want to?" His voice was somewhat hazy, yet the profound meaning behind it was unmistakable.

Only Hanzhi heard Abelie’s words; the others had already left, and no one saw her face turn ghastly pale.

They knew exactly what kind of person Xu Yihan was. Even as fellow ancestors of the Heaven Sect, they knew that if they faced him alone, they would have no chance of victory.

Inside the wooden hut, everything was furnished just like a farmhouse. The only difference was a large blade embedded in the center of the room, radiating a cold gleam with faint traces of sword energy swirling around it.

Touching their visibly distended bellies and hearing the constant hiccups, the cracks finally appeared on Long Jiu’s indifferent face. As for Yaoyue, whose signature was always a smile, her expression looked rather unnatural at that moment.

"Enough talk! If you want to annex my Northern Yue Kingdom, you’ll have to see if you have the ability to do so." His tone paused, and a terrifying aura exploded from his body. At that moment, a pair of incredibly brilliant wings formed of spiritual energy emerged behind Xiao Yuanshan, and his entire body was bathed in a rich, radiant glow.

Xiao Xingchen had no objections because he felt his mother’s decision was rational and correct. Since it could not be changed, they could only face it head-on.

As for Xiao Qiqi, she never expected Xiao Xingchen to understand such principles at his age.

Seeing Kahn’s righteous demeanor, one could easily be deceived by his acting if they didn't know he was harboring ulterior motives.

She spoke moving words, her slightly curled eyelashes fluttering in the breeze—a silent cheer for a scheme successfully executed.

"I’m not feeling well, I’ll take a nap. Seventh Sister, don't worry about me." Qiao Xinran leaned against the carriage wall and closed her eyes.

The principal was too powerful—so powerful that even with his "wish-fulfillment" cheat, he dared not resist. After all, he understood that his ability had its limits; he couldn't make himself fly or move mountains and seas.

To comprehend the mysteries of space while only at the Martial King level, Zeng Wushang’s talent in that field was truly astonishing.

In this regard, there was no difference between the two, but as the saying goes, it was a matter of attitude.