Chapter 21

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If it were Jiang Shen who knew his remaining lifespan was short, he wouldn’t just appear as calm as Xu Can, right? At the very least, he wouldn’t be indifferent like that.
“Yin Kangse, why don’t you ask more specifically who caused all this?” the senior steward of the Mechanical Heart suggested earlier.
In this era, agriculture was underdeveloped, and grain yields were low; only a few could ever eat their fill.
Gu Meiduo didn’t care about the small amount of money they sent as gifts, but she urgently needed stones to pave the road leading to the official highway.
“What’s wrong?” Qiao Rong, sensing her unease, took her hand and intertwined their fingers tightly.
Klein suddenly broke free from the handcuffs behind his back, swiftly snatched away Tracy’s bracelet, and then a flash of lightning sparked in Elaine’s emerald eyes. Tracy’s stunned expression twisted instantly as she was about to scream.
“Because she supposedly went to London and won’t return for another six months!” Walberg explained.
Originally, Lei Zi had said about ten days, and now that nearly ten days had passed, Li Hongyun had taught all that he was supposed to.
Among corporeal abilities, this power was considered fairly standard; to become an elite, Wu Xi must possess considerable strength.
The next day, a fine drizzle began, the weather cool. After breakfast, the grandmother and grandson took a camera and joined a few friends from the senior citizens’ club to go photograph the rainy scenery in the suburbs of Lianshan.
Jiang Haiquan’s face flushed between blue and white; he clenched his fists, then relaxed them, ultimately restraining himself from stepping forward or speaking.
Would the organizers really ask contestants to be patient? Would they let the audience miss out on thrilling battles?
After all these years, his life had always been like this—though not aimless, overall, he seemed to have grown accustomed to it.
The meaning was simple: for elite-level elves to improve, they must slowly hone their skills, endure time, and accumulate continuously.

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Hua Xinjing’s body stiffened as he stared in one direction, a rare serious and solemn expression appearing on his defiant face.
Don’t say she was shameless or thick-skinned; such words were utterly useless to her.
She resembled a compliant doll, step by step following Han Weisen’s arrangements, marrying the man she regarded as a devil.
Since Jinzhou was within the Tang Sect’s sphere of influence, the governor of Jinzhou was merely a symbolic leader; the real power lay with the Tang Sect. The Meng Kingdom could only turn a blind eye to the Tang Sect, which even the ten great hermit families avoided provoking.
“Is it because of this that you’re unhappy, feeling lonely and sad?” He ignored her confusion and continued questioning.
Not wanting to hear her pretentious voice chattering incessantly through the headset, he simply muted the in-game voice chat.
However, six months later, Daya took a further step: skillfully integrating Arabic numerals into arithmetic and “inventing” the abacus and the multiplication table.
The two elders exchanged glances and told her to speak freely. Then Lan Qi mentioned the emperor’s idea. Though no decision had been made yet, she knew it reflected Xuanye’s intentions. This matter was indeed all benefit with no harm; the only unfortunate one was probably herself, unwilling to let go.
The Ning family was likely banished to the woodshed at this point; in the days to come, the Liu family would probably torment them severely.
Seeing this now, one couldn’t help but sigh: the people known by his third brother and sister-in-law were truly outstanding.
The Four Shadows followed behind Ling Wushuang, and when she approached Xuanyuan Mo, they quietly stepped aside to wait.
Yin Yi’s tactical hiding under the vehicle was the core of the entire plan; even Bai Shu couldn’t help but praise her.
Upon hearing this, Xing Ge chuckled twice, lowered his head to observe the rock’s microscopic structure, then regained his focus.
Mingmei didn’t expect Qiao Jingxuan to know the poem. It was just a fleeting thought that passed through her mind, so she uttered it casually. Yet Qiao Jingxuan not only picked up on it but also appreciated its subtlety, cleverly seizing the opportunity to delve deeper into its meaning.

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The weather gradually cooled with the arrival of the moon; the sweet osmanthus in the garden thinned out, and the fallen flowers slowly disappeared, but the fallen leaves increased. The maids had to sweep three or four times daily, each complaining bitterly.
Shi Qian’s personality was somewhat cold and aloof, perhaps shaped by early hardships, making him taciturn.
In terms of strength, the head of the Chen family was not inferior to Deputy Governor Zhao, but in the underworld, the rule was to avoid conflicts with the authorities. Thus, before Deputy Governor Zhao, the Chen family leader had to make way.
Now, not only was the old man shocked beyond words, but the elderly who came with him were also stunned into silence.
Yang Liuliu took a towel and carefully wiped the water off her body, then changed into fresh underwear. Zhang Yang, however, thought wickedly at that moment: why bother wearing those cumbersome clothes? The lover was coming soon anyway, and they would be removed.
Zhao Tiezhu first sent his parents home, then without even eating, drove to the town and arrived at the casino once run by Old Hu.
“Will you torment her?” Su Randan asked the most worrisome question, then lowered her head, lips pressed tightly.
Su Yuche’s kiss was urgent yet tender. Only when Gu Anxing’s body slowly softened did Su Yuche gently release her.
“You hit him.” Su Qinghan’s voice remained calm, as if nothing had happened.
A thunderclap flashed; everyone felt their vision blur for a moment. The next instant, where Ouyang Kui had been was smashed into a deep pit about three or four meters wide, with pale smoke rising slowly from it.