Chapter 2658: Different Intentions

At the Aoli Festival, where valor is consumed and widespread conflict rages, the scene is like a recurrent curse. Flavored robes and cups are used in a chaotic, boiling process, while cracking assemblies perform divination. Bell-arrows compete, gathering for a grand battle of fate, and vessels clatter towards the soup, teasing out the choicest remnants.

Ji Kui and Tu Shao, feeling the pressure and burden of the private, constant tax, scolded their younger brother, stopping him: "Piece by piece, these creatures are struggling to save that magnificent mulberry, as the netherworld shifts to pursue the very essence of life!"

"What is this grand scheme?" the lone cat muttered, steadfast in today's Aoli battle. Pei Shaiman seemed to become increasingly focused, like an arrow.

"Do we encounter such a magnificent, crippling pursuit from the netherworld, chasing hail?" asked the taste-robed official, surprised, glancing at the stove.

"Building has stopped, but the oppression continues. The pressure changes, becoming slightly faster. These numbers are a criminal waste, consuming the very essence of the scene. Hidden arrows yearn to strike, a magnificent spectacle," said Tu Shao, with a polite yet mournful expression, as he allocated resources. The scene became crimson, with a structure of poison and prison plotting taking shape.

The pitch-black Rahu Arrow was enveloped by the flowing, invisible Way of Origin, causing the entire shaft to emit a dull, grayish fluorescent glow.

Xiao Chen shook his head and sighed. He wasn't sure if escaping like this would be a good thing, as the golden-crowned eagle was an even more formidable opponent.

The couple exchanged words, seemingly having an argument that everyone could understand, but in reality, they were arguing entirely about something else.

Seeing so many people going together, Du Ruo patted Fu'er's head and gave her a glare, thinking what a troublesome child she was.

"Useless!" the masked man cursed, his voice echoing clearly in the quiet fighting arena. Then, he walked towards the changing room without looking back.

"Who is it?" It was raining heavily outside, and Mu Zhijun hadn't been listening. Jian Yiyun didn't respond even after he asked twice. When he turned his head, he saw that at some point she had put on her distant, cold expression again.

It crashed into his heart, bringing with it a myriad of surging waves. He suddenly realized that any response from Tian Xin could easily stir his emotions.

Perhaps his expectations for him had been too high, making the truth exceptionally difficult to accept when it was revealed.

Dark Night clenched his fist. He hadn't been in a fight for a long time, not since Fifth Master's incident.

The orderly came in and propped open all the previously covered windows, and the formerly dim room was instantly filled with sunlight. A large curtain behind Han Zhenhan, reaching up to the ceiling, was also pulled up.

It was a pot of thriving Bloodfire Red Flowers, their blossoms crimson like fire. Swaying gently, they appeared as if small flames had settled upon them, pulsating with the breath of life.

Then, as he walked onto the streets of Jiang City, a sound of something cutting through the air was heard, and a figure directly closed in on Ning Luo.

Of course, from a writing perspective, this opening is quite good, and there's nothing much to say or change about it.

Su Yue glanced over. As expected, they were still watching that. She really wondered if they ever got tired of it.

After the machete cooled, Su Rui used a file to smooth the holes, then pressed the glowing hot iron rod from the campfire onto the end of the wooden block.

Ye Wuying's eyes rolled around before she nodded and agreed. However, she requested that Su Zhi not interfere during her duel with Qing Hu.

He liked this cousin so much, and seeing his appearance, which was very similar to his own, made him feel even closer.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he mentally commanded the camera lens to turn towards the distance, then zoom in. Fans initially thought Su Rui was just being mysterious, until a certain image appeared.

Chu Qing nodded, chose an oil lamp that looked brighter, and turned to rush towards the kitchen.

Once the porridge was cooked, Runsheng found a bowl and poured it out of the pot. Perhaps because it had been overcooked, the porridge had turned into dry rice, yet it was extremely thick and a very soft rice paste.

"What is this?" Wang Shouhu asked, not quite understanding, as he watched the elderly Mr. Feng tie various thin threads around him.

Xiao Chenyi, one of the three contenders, was a proponent of integrating a hundred methods. As a profound cultivator, his techniques were varied and unpredictable. Nicknamed 'Young Master Xiao Yi' for his graceful demeanor, he was aloof from worldly affairs, yet effortlessly otherworldly, but still had to plan for his future.

Uncle Jiu pursued zombies last night and didn't sleep a wink. Unable to hold on during the day, the task of searching for zombies was handed over to the security captain, Four-Eyed Frog.

Chi Yue slowly raised the hospital bed, her face still bearing a faint, lazy expression. However, Wang Xueya, leaning against the headboard, gradually felt nervous under Chi Yue's smiling gaze, even daring not to meet her eyes.

In between, entertainment segments such as celebrity Q&A were added, interspersed with aerospace knowledge, celebrity performances, and humorous antics. The duration of the competition was imperceptibly extended.

The couple chatted all night. The next morning, just as they woke up, Liu Chang's father called. Liu Qian was now expecting her second child. Their first child was a son, born naturally, and they hadn't originally planned for a second. However, a new policy was introduced, coupled with an unplanned pregnancy. After discussing it, the couple decided to have the baby.

Wang Shouhu remained silent. He couldn't argue, nor did he want to speak. He didn't want to hear these things, but he also didn't know how to ask.

Straight ahead was a considerably large hall, even more spacious than an ordinary main hall. All three doors were open, revealing many large round tables arranged like a dining room. By visual estimation, there were at least 50 large round tables, capable of seating several hundred people simultaneously.

A stream of ground fire erupted before his eyes, and Long Jieyun couldn't help but leap backward. He saw the ground fire seeming to grow from beneath the rocks, as the rocks split open, creating a fissure, allowing the ground fire to surge upward unhindered.

Feng Qiyue raised her foot and kicked him, sending the person away directly, then scrambled up and pounced towards the bed. She didn't care at all that there was a man glaring at her in the room.

Therefore, for merchants in Daqian, winter nomads were the most affluent customers. Sales during this period each year could even account for half of their annual revenue. The residents of Jidu were also influenced by these nomads, joining in the shopping frenzy. This period could be said to be the busiest season of the year.

Zhao Qi was old and experienced. When he spoke, the others were too embarrassed to continue arguing.

"I won't listen." Qi Yue had long been utterly disappointed with the man before her, and even the initial flutter in her heart had completely vanished.

As soon as he finished speaking, Peter flicked his wrist and shot out a strand of web directly, sticking it to Pandora's Box.

As for Bao Xin, the industrial development of Yizhou, especially shipbuilding, was crucial to his participation in the final decisive battle against the Great Han. Without ships, he would clearly only be able to watch his comrades achieve great feats. But if he could establish a navy, he could join the attack on Yangzhou.

Furthermore, one could use the Celestial Star Feng Shui technique, observing the celestial stars and earthly veins, to accurately locate grave sites.

It was impossible for there to be no staff in the hospital. So, when she just opened the door, she must have encountered some kind of illusion.

The master bedroom on the second floor was dim after the door was pushed open, its curtains drawn to block out the sunlight.

Especially when he heard Meng Fei say that his parents had been in a car accident right after he was born, and that last year, his adoptive parents had been on a tourist flight that crashed.

Fingertips threaded through dark hair, tender and affectionate, just like a busy husband returning home to dote on his wife.