Bamboo Hat and Straw Raincoat

Next, Zhang Kuo returned to the Knights’ headquarters to change into his armor. Just as he stepped out of his room in full gear, he saw Jida approaching from the opposite direction, also clad for battle. Meanwhile, the faces of the members of Squad Three had turned ashen; many glared at Lin Tian with evident displeasure. If Feng could amass dozens of heroes’ passive abilities, it might be possible—after all, from another perspective, heroes in the League of Legends were no longer truly human. In some sense, they stood shoulder to shoulder with the gods.

She had already used the God-Slaying Seal, even the final Lotus Seal, back when she ascended. Sheng Jiayi had noticed Qin Wanjun’s shifting expression from the start, but she was in no hurry to expose her. Rather, she was curious to see how long that terror could last on Qin’s face. All these experiences brightened her world, and now, she truly relished life and felt gratitude for the self who once fought so hard for it.

Hahos murmured a few words in the language of the Underworld to the guards, then waved his hand for the skeletal sentinels to withdraw. Feng Yunran’s name had long since spread throughout the Divine Beast Realm; countless prodigies and powerhouses from the Upper World yearned to see her for themselves.

Upon hearing Mo Jingyun’s question, everyone present, including Zhang Pingtian, craned their ears, eager to hear how Wang Yuetian would respond. This matter always left Mo Qianning with a sense of defeat, but she refused to give up. After failing to escape, Ning Fuchen had no choice but to don the groom’s robes and obediently await meeting the bride—whose identity remained a mystery.

He thought he could endure it, but yesterday had been the greatest torment of his life. He sat alone, unmoving, listening to the distant beat of drums, the crackle of firecrackers, the clamor of celebration outside. He longed to smash everything in the room. Yet, given Leng Dianchen’s current state, and the unspoken understanding between them, it was clear to all that Mo Qianning was Leng Dianchen’s fiancée.

By the end of the meal, nothing seemed amiss. But as the car pulled away from Zhushan Lake Scenic Area, Qiao Anming began to feel dizzy and muddleheaded. Su Nan glanced back to find Su Lin washing dishes in the kitchen. She smiled slightly—it was rare to see her younger sister so sensible. Perhaps she deserved a reward.

Qin Shao said nothing, simply wrapped his arms around Ye Qingcheng, letting her lean comfortably against him. Together, they gazed up at the stars. Her gaze fell on Aya, reflected in the mirror, carelessly holding a white lace strapless gown against herself. Aya’s face was full of disdain. Her hands tightened involuntarily, a mix of resentment and helplessness.

“Hello, I’m a designer from Starlight Company. My name is Jing Li. I’m representing Starlight in this competition. Please take care of me,” Li Jing’er said with a polite, simple smile as she introduced herself. Meanwhile, in the hospital ward, Lan Yuchen and the others were laughing and chatting; for now, at least, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

“What? Who? I knew you went to the guesthouse today just to fool around with some man. Have you no shame?” Father Jiang, his face contorted with anger, raised his hand to slap Jiang Li. So, she’d been living atop a mountain of toxic garbage lately—what a choice the original owner had made.

The trouble with Shen Anyang was like a plague; many saw what happened at the door, and not just the Shen family—news had spread across the whole capital. Seeing them all crying, Jiang Qingwan grew anxious and rushed over, holding out a bun to comfort them.

Murong Chuan detested Su Peipei, so the thought that she had arranged his marriage made him loathe the bride by association. The corridor was dimly lit, casting a long shadow behind Shen Ziye. Meng Qi’s tone was polite but cold; it was clear he was not welcome.

The three sat by the fire. Jin Li studied the man across from her: he was handsome, with refined features and an imposing air—obviously the leader. Beside him sat a plump, foolish-looking man. The one with the delicate features surely must be the one who’d worn the mask today.

After emptying his hands again, he plunged back into the sea. On a deserted island like this, food was the most critical and troublesome issue for survival. The two of them hadn’t been together for so long; she was awkward and clumsy, struggling to resist him. But the disparity in strength was too great, and gradually, she lost her will to fight.

They’d followed Peter to establish their authority, but instead, Gaoxin had completely subdued them. He had no family here; apart from Sang Tian, who treated him best, the other villagers could only bring people to Sang Tian’s house.

Yet he remained forever cold and distant toward her; no matter how she tried to win his affection, humbling herself and treating him with utmost care, he was always indifferent. She had never told anyone about this—if Zhang Jie hadn’t confessed herself, no one would have noticed.

Sang Tianhan opened her eyes to a wickedly beautiful face; between the man’s brows bloomed a crimson lotus, mesmerizing and dangerous. Hearing these words, Hu Che’er’s eyes lit up with a new idea, and he cupped his hands in salute.

A sudden, chill wind swept through as Leng Qiufeng rose from the bed, a terrifying aura bursting from him, his face as dark as a storm. Lu Yin found that many of his affairs could be handled with Li Zhuowei’s help, and at this moment, he felt deeply grateful to him.