93: Chapter 93: A Bountiful Harvest! Eight Thousand Mid-Rank Second-Stage Minions!

Xi Yan took out the Micro-Star Belt star map she had bought on Planet Jieming. A large portion of it was pitch black, making it impossible to tell it was the star map of a star domain. The glowing dots formed about three light belts, and the planet they were currently on was in the middle of one of those star paths.

Consort Tong, Consort Xian, and now there was also Concubine Chun; there were simply too many people for Shunzhi to keep in mind. Perhaps, I really should wake up.

"Hua... Xiren?" Shunzhi looked towards me, a trace of surprise in his eyes. I looked back at him calmly, habitually raising an eyebrow slightly.

A pain shot through the boy's waist; it was his mother's hand. His mother dared not show the slightest grief on her face, but her nails sank deep into her son's flesh. The boy did not cry out in pain; he clenched his hands tightly, his eyes staring unblinkingly at his father. At this moment, he hated his father.

After the countdown timer below the options reached zero, the screen indeed began to show the subsequent plot development.

"It's fine, it's fine. He's still queuing up to pay, let's just take a quick peek." Yoshinon's personality was clearly much bolder than Yoshino's, and she had the temperament of a bratty child.

"Ahem." Mo Ji finally couldn't help but let out a fake cough. Although he had prepared himself mentally, seeing his lovely wife staring so shamelessly at his elder brother's body—even if he was already lifeless—was still somewhat unbearable for him.

Just as she was about to climb over the wall, that dead fatty happened to come over to shoot birds for fun. Zhang Tai'an had no other skills, but his pellet-shooting technique was top-notch. He immediately fired a stone, knocking her off the wall.

It would be better to view all Kurumis as Kurumi herself, because—if the Kurumi you fall in love with is actually just a clone, it would be a very troubling matter.

This was his battlefield with Xiao Yao, a battlefield for Xiao Xiao. It was truly inconvenient to have an outsider like Xuan Xuan here, and there was no need to drag her into this as well.

Then he turned and cupped his hands toward Shi Quan. "Many thanks, Brother Huangquan!" Without another word, he turned and left the arena.

Until one day, Fatty He looked at Mu Xichen, whose facial expressions were changing richly, and felt more and more that something was wrong. For this entire morning, he had been squeezing and gripping his own left hand. Several times when he caught his left hand... the fatty squeezed his own left hand again. Other than having a bit more fat, there wasn't that obvious sense of stiffness.

Behind the curtain, the staff members were rushing back and forth, busy to the point of exhaustion. Finally, everything was in order, and the performance on the front stage began.

Huan-Ting set an example for Mo Luo and Hunter Shu. Following her lead, Mo Luo and Hunter Shu crossed the mountain stream where the suspension bridge had been destroyed and successfully reunited with their other three companions.

Ever since she became pregnant, the two children had been arguing over whether it would be a younger brother or a younger sister. Shi Xingyue had no way of dealing with them, so she had to coax Doudou by saying it was a sister and coax Dandan by saying it was a brother.

However, since those people were in a hurry to get to work, they didn't bother making trouble for him as long as it didn't involve them. Thus, very few people actually paid him any attention.

Its two fangs protruded from its mouth, and its face was incredibly hideous, with smooth skin and not a single hair.

Thinking about how she had been at S University for so long and had only eaten at the faculty cafeteria once—and that one time was only thanks to Mr. Wolf—she couldn't help but feel a bit of regret.

Fang Yi rarely drank, but today he specifically wanted to. It was quite strange; he was someone who knew how to exercise great self-control and usually drank very little. Jian Man remembered that Fang Yi wouldn't even drink sparkling wine, yet today he was making an exception.

Qu You felt a chill run through her body and couldn't help but tremble slightly. If her feeling was correct, this Third Prince was trying to seduce her. However, she couldn't understand why a plain-looking country girl like her had instead become a sought-after prize that the imperial family was competing to win over in Luoning City.

Huo Ping's room was on the fifth floor. The cruise ship manager was looking at the gloomy second young master of the Huo family with fear and trepidation.

Upon hearing this, Lady Meiyu's expression faltered for a moment. She was about to refuse, but Liu Fanli stopped her. He raised his eyes to gaze at Chen Baiqi, his face still wearing a gentle, faint smile.

The Onmyoji was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned red. The reason, of course, wasn't because of my nonsense, but because he seemed to realize that he had let something slip just now, which was equivalent to indirectly admitting I was right.

No matter if you think you are as beautiful as a celestial being or exceptionally talented, if others don't like you, they don't like you. Could you possibly force someone to marry you? If it were anyone else, it might be different, but was the Earl of Cheng'an someone their Shi family could manipulate at will?

This was the first time Li Lvling had been addressed this way, and also the first time she had been invited to a meal, especially by such an outstanding man. Her vanity was instantly satisfied.

"Miss, it's time for breakfast," Chunxuan said to Lu Xi, who was sitting by the window reading a letter. Miss didn't have many relatives in the North. Before the Second Young Mistress Gao married into the family, she often corresponded with the Sixth Great-Aunt. After the second young mistress married into the State of Wei, Miss had another person she could write to.

At this time, they met Liang Xin's son. They were all willing to help fulfill a good deed, so they gave him his father's original handwritten debt note to keep as a memento for Liang Shanbo.

He hadn't done this before, but his family was poor, and the Boss had shown him great kindness. He couldn't betray the Boss, and once he was on this boat, it was impossible to stay out of the trouble.

It would certainly be best if her cousin could come over for the business in the city, but He Peier thought about how she was newly married and had a paralyzed old father-in-law to take care of in the Tian family. She was somewhat afraid that the Tian family wouldn't approve.

Although Zhou Liangping was sometimes impulsive and not very calm, as long as Qiao Chu spoke up to stop him, he would definitely listen to her advice.

But Gong Mengmeng had shown such perfect strength upon her first visit; it was clear that she was a promising talent worth training.

Knowing that the person at the door was looking for him and that his second sister had brought him a message, He Yongzi was overjoyed and said "thank you" several times.

Every inch of his chest, exposed to the air, had firm lines full of tension. With the pulse of his breathing, it appeared wild and powerful.