Chapter 63: Plagiarized

"My father is extremely rigid—once he's made up his mind, no one can change it. I refused Feng Feng outright, but I can't be too harsh with my stepmother," Tang Xueying bit her lip. "I was wondering, could you come to my house as a guest?"

Yan Xuan instantly understood her meaning. "No problem, just tell me when. Or maybe we shouldn't..."

"There was hope for something else, but if this goes on, Mount Two Realms can't be saved..." Each relic here represents an ancestor of Mount Nantuo and ought to be honored by Nantuo Mountain's incense and offerings, but now we're forced to use them, and this leaves the Living Buddha with a touch of sorrow.

When making fondant, the simplest scenario is having a mature process—everything is ready-made, and you just follow the instructions. The next best is having a sample, so you can copy it and, after a few tries, achieve something similar. The hardest is when all you have is an idea or a single picture, and the entire design must be completed by imagination.

Lu Ming was speechless. How was he supposed to explain? Should he say he wasn't blocking the way but had to stand at the forefront so he could write?

Various demonic creatures rushed in from different directions; Li Cha did not kill them, but searched for patterns.

Suddenly, after the brilliance in his eyes flickered and faded, Zheng Zhilong's expression relaxed, as if he had figured something out. His mood was especially light, murmuring words to himself, quietly comforting his own heart.

If the number of users exceeds a hundred thousand, the technical maintenance costs borne by the Meituan platform would surpass their capabilities, forcing them to charge a certain percentage as maintenance fees.

After all, in the eyes of the people across this vast land, ten thousand barbarians are far more formidable than the fifty thousand troops of Daxing City.

At five in the afternoon, Xu Ninggong finished her rehearsal and, accompanied by her assistant, drove to Plum Blossom Airport in Four Cities to welcome Lang Han's arrival.

The monk in hemp robes walked out of Nantuo Mountain, where outside, a group of devotees who had waited for years hoping for a glimpse of Buddhist destiny had gathered. Amid their hopeful gazes, the monk drifted away.

Heaven rewards the diligent. In just half a month, Su Xuanyun's cultivation had already broken through to the mid-fifth stage; had she still been in the Su family, it would have taken at least several months.

Tian Jiajia, playing on her phone in bed, suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She looked up, as if a perfect solution had dawned on her.

A farce ended with Gao Zhenyin losing his wager and silver. Though there was no gain this time, it was his first direct interaction with Li Yan. There would be many more such encounters in the future, and the outcome was yet unknown. But he firmly believed he would be the one laughing in the end.

When Chen Yue'e fitted the previously separated pieces of black jade together, both Lin Shuang and Lin Wan were overwhelmed by tears. Lin Shuang struggled to call out the words "Mother"—strange yet full of longing—while Lin Wan's face was already streaked with tears.

Yet every extraordinary artifact has its own unique qualities, such as the wine bug that, when soaked in pure water for a while, turns it into brewed wine.

"Heh, actually, I guessed you would ask about this while I was on the road. I don't intend to hide it. It is a secret history of the artifact-crafting families, but since you are benefactors of the artifact-makers, I'll tell you," Yu Xiu replied with a bitter smile.

The sudden remark startled Su Huaichu, but upon seeing who it was, she immediately relaxed.

The school infirmary was on the same floor but in another building. Shen Yuchen's hand injury needed dressing, and as he walked out with fresh gauze, he saw Qingyan, who was being punished by standing in the hallway of the other building.

This was the issue Qin Feng needed to resolve most. Since it was so quiet, it was highly likely the entire island had already been controlled—and then there was the matter of his grandfather's whereabouts.