You are a beauty by birth 03

With the dossier in her hands, Bai Hanyan could feel a slight tremble in her fingers. She lowered her gaze to the heavy file, sealed with wax, its weight settling in her palm.

Zhou Zhi stepped down from the stage and returned to the table where Wan Cai and Tian Kun sat, surreptitiously wiping away tears.

Registering with a verified account, she applied for a livestreaming room, set up all the detailed information, and submitted it for official review—an easy process that took little effort.

The bandit chief was nothing if not ruthless; seeing his men suffer heavy losses, he went so far as to remove the door from his own car—a luxury 760 worth four million. It was no ordinary door, but one specially reinforced with steel.

Though there was no solo kill, the situation was much like the first round—Lin Han dominated his lane perfectly, suppressing the opposing top laner throughout.

For instance, he now needed a great deal of artifact materials. He wanted to build up his own territory, to plant the land with delicious crops. That’s right, the only standard was taste—whatever was delicious would do, regardless of variety.

The whole street was abuzz, crowds gathering to witness the spectacle, their faces filled with astonishment.

To speak honestly, Zhou Ye had no idea why the plants and trees would help him. They seemed to treat him with unwavering loyalty, as though he were their sovereign, ready to give everything for him.

In the country of Mandarin Ducks, in Pot Lid City—whoever named this place must have had a peculiar sense of humor, for it bore no resemblance to a pot lid. Ye Xiao had hoped to try the famous pot-lid noodles, only to find there were none to be found.

“Is that so? He was just helping me out while on a business trip. Now that everything’s settled, it’s time for him to leave,” Tian Qianqian replied.

Even so, I felt terribly awkward, sweating nervously, the waiting seemed to stretch endlessly.

“Xiuxiu?” Li Zhang was surprised by the question from the man with the cleft lip, unable to see what taking away the stray dog and Xiuxiu had to do with one another.

Shi Wei pressed her lips together in silence. Everyone here was sharp enough to read the situation at a glance—Uncle Zhang surely hadn’t treated the Chu family with any warmth, had he?

Judge Zhang had no desire to cower behind the shield, but Li Zhang dragged him there by force. Only then did Li Zhang grab the thin cord and give a sudden, powerful pull on the trigger. With a thunderous bang, even Judge Liu beside them jumped in fright, unprepared for the deafening sound of the musket.

“I am Yan Ruyu, from Mount Evening Cloud!” The gentle opening of vermilion lips sent celestial music echoing through their ears and minds, floating ethereal and enchanting.

Song Ziyang had no idea what kind of meat Li Fenglun had swallowed, nor how powerful he might become after his transformation, but he knew one thing: Li Fenglun wouldn’t last long.

With a fierce shout, she gripped the hilt of her blade with both hands, leaping high as she brought the Tyrant Blade down in a mighty blow to banish evil.

“So how, sir, did you divide the Way of Heaven?” Shu Duanshui was quick to ask, curiosity piqued by Dugu Qiubai’s explanation of the stages of the Dao.

Sure enough, just as Li Zhang finished breakfast, a carriage from the palace arrived to collect him. He boarded at once; though two imperial guards accompanied the carriage, Lü Wu remained uneasy and sent the Blind Man to escort him, returning only after Li Zhang had entered the palace.

He hesitated briefly, then stepped forward, intent on crossing the square and entering the palace proper to explore and search for the heart of the formation.

Yet inside this building, the temperature was perfect—not too cold, not too hot, a perpetual springtime comfort.

Since it was still unclear whether King Gui had emerged, Xu Yan could not fully relax.

For many days, Wei Chengsu had not favored any concubine; it was obvious to all that his mood was dark, and no one dared approach to test his patience.

Now, after careful consideration, Meng Qi decided to go out—yet before she could leave, there was a knock on the door: twice, then three more times.

No matter what, the first priority was to gauge the intentions of these celestial beings and learn why they had appeared ahead of schedule.

Along with Old Master Chen, I brought Chen Peiyao back to the ruined temple. First, we placed her into the black coffin, and then Old Master Chen produced a number of objects and artifacts I could not recognize, arranging them atop the coffin.

But unexpectedly, her master found out, locked her in her room, forbidding her to go out, insisting that for the sake of the world, she must remain on Li Mountain.

So it was true—Prince Huai’s approach was just a sham, a ruse set by the merchants of Shang. They had lured him into a trap with over a dozen suicide warriors, and he had stumbled in naively.

Brother Qing suffered from an upset stomach for a long while, only recovering after passing the demonic core he had swallowed.

“Beautiful!” Situ Haixue and the five hundred members of the Long Song team managed to trick Cuo Tianming into wasting his ultimate; Liao Qingming suddenly shouted his excitement to the team.

Entering the room, she instructed Bi Ling and Bi He to stand guard outside. Yun Jingchu slipped into the bedroom, barely closing the door before she fell into an embrace that smelled faintly of mint.

And when she awoke that morning, her body was completely clean and dry. Clearly, Jian Yiyun had bathed her before leaving, which meant he must have gone to bed even later than she did.

Wu Linger shook her head. “What’s with you? You’re never this obedient. Yet today, as soon as my senior brother asked, you answered so promptly?” Brother Ying’s smooth responses had genuinely surprised her.

Big Ya had shown great kindness to her family and to the entire village at the foot of the mountain. Most importantly, she had never sought anything in return—her every deed for her family, for the village, had been sincere. After her ordeal, her mother had once been bewitched by He Ningxiang and, in an effort to cut ties with her younger sister, had nearly gone west.

Yinger hurried into her room, shutting the door and burying her face in her hands on the bed, so nervous she could barely breathe.

Once Wu Ling was seated, Li Chengxun asked, “Where did you get these lamb skewers?” They were supposedly from the Wang family in the west of the city, but there was simply no time for Wu Ling to have gone there to buy them.

“So your report is that perhaps every sect has hidden the truth, and there are dangers yet unresolved?” I asked, not without a hint of dissatisfaction. If we hadn’t stumbled upon it, perhaps the truth would never have come out.

For every blessing the monk Tang Seng uttered, he bowed to Shu Yu, his eyes gradually growing moist.

We found a relatively flat, sheltered patch of ground, gathered plenty of dry wood from the surroundings, and built a bonfire in the center. At this altitude, the nights were cold, so we needed the warmth—and the fire would help keep wild beasts at bay.