036 How About Something More Practical

He was a Sea Clan beastman; his body temperature was low, and his embrace carried the cool, refreshing scent of the ocean. Yet, it made Li Yue’s heart race, thumping against her chest like a war drum. She hurriedly reached out to push him away, but Lan Xi’s arms were locked tight; no matter how hard she pushed, he would not budge.

Shen Lie was rendered speechless, then burst into hearty laughter. Another one had fallen into the trap, but he wondered if this was truly Yu Zigao’s own intent or the Emperor’s will.

Qing Hong nodded, her beautiful eyes sweeping over the princes. "Qing Hong takes her leave," she said, before drifting away gracefully with Bi'er.

In this era, the color of a gate was strictly regulated. According to the rites of the Great Ming, yellow was the standard—a hue reserved exclusively for the imperial palace and temples.

The word "face" was something she heard from her own mother for the first time. Having lived in destitution for all these years, she rarely spoke of such things.

Huo Lingfeng’s lips curled into an amused smirk. Although he truly wanted her again, he would patiently wait for her to rest. Of course, his definition of "rested" was entirely his own; regardless, if he didn't have her now, he would surely have her soon.

Even under the high-pressure policies of the Taizu and Gaozu emperors toward officials, even those of high rank, such as dukes or marquises serving as imperial envoys, were permitted only a single attendant when traveling from the capital.

Even though he tried to contact them by letter, there was no response. Each missive seemed to vanish like a stone cast into the sea.

"Do you think I am Ximen Piaoxue, free to come and go like some bird-man?" Bai Shaozi tightened his arms, resting his chin on Tang Tang’s neck.

His sweater hung on her like a dress—loose and baggy—creating an effect that felt even more alluring for being so concealing.

Du Shaofeng said nothing. His battered left hand pressed against his head, their foreheads resting firmly against each other.

After saying these seemingly comforting words to Ji Shaotian and Du Teng, Xia Luo suddenly lowered her head, blushing. However, everyone’s attention was on the school heartthrob rankings, so no one noticed.

Shen Yanhao was stunned, his expression turning bizarre; clearly, his imagination had run wild and drifted off to who knows where.

Taoism believes in the "Tao" rather than gods; gods are merely derivatives, or perhaps a way for Taoists to "commemorate" their predecessors. In this, they are the exact opposite of other religions.

"No need to go to the club association. Du Teng and I have already decided not to join the basketball club anymore," Ji Shaotian said.

The old Taoist flew backward, slammed into the wall, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and collapsed to the ground.

Not only could he form barb-like structures on his hands similar to a spider's legs, making it easy to grip walls and other vertical surfaces.

Liu Qingqing was just taking out her phone to make a call when the whistling sound of a fist roared in her ears like a thunderclap.

"Nangong, there is nothing to worry about. I still have the Fire Cloud Bead, and if all else fails, I have Yao Yu, Yan, and Xuexi." At this moment, Ruo Xi leaned against Nangong Jinyu.

The servant hurried to prepare a meal for Grandma Sheng. As soon as Grandma Sheng saw Shi Ranran, she ate obediently, without needing any coaxing.

He had heard rumors at the KBSHT scene earlier, and he felt deeply moved by Jeon Bo-ram's remarks.

However, after resting on the bench for a while, he quickly regained his focus. He had been sleeping quite late these past few days.

"The imperial crest of the Empire. As expected, this operation was commissioned by Rogman III." Euphemia appeared at her side at some point, gazing at the flag in deep thought.

Wu Yanqing changed his clothes. The locked door was tricky for Im Yoona, but for Wu Yanqing, it was nothing more than a single kick.

Without a doubt, the only person worthy of that title was the great hero who turned the tide of the Fourth Great Ninja War—Uzumaki Naruto.