Volume 1, Chapter 38: The New Director of the Luo Shen Group

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He felt something was off and asked a few more questions about Leon, but to his surprise, he received quite a few favorable reviews. He increasingly felt like he was working on a serious project, handling both design and construction himself, while Hutas served as the client representative; many matters required the final approval of either him or Cross. Lingbei was suspicious and uneasy; these pieces of information seemed unimportant, and he could not fathom why the other party was asking about them. Of course, he currently possessed nothing—he had little money, only the three of them, and he was even a man without a formal identity, technically "dead" on paper. In the narrow corridor, corpses lay helter-skelter, each dressed in a patient’s gown. "Ye Su, how is it?" Mei Chouren asked anxiously, still feeling guilty for failing to stop Lu Chenhan. The hundreds of active live streams at the scene had already broadcast the entire sequence of events to the internet in real-time. With these thoughts in mind, Chen Luo gradually detached himself, withdrew from the banquet, and slipped into the side door of the hall. Moreover, he did not want to easily allow outsiders into his prison, nor did he want them to see the various things happening inside. Boss Huang immediately ordered his assistant to fetch embroidery frames and needles, then walked over to Embroiderer Liu, casting a sidelong glance. The sword light flashed like a ribbon of silk, carving a long rainbow through the void and severing the tentacles that had trapped Yin Tiancheng with lightning speed. After Xu Chu agreed, he began to inhale deeply, gathering air into his chest until his lungs could hold no more. Then, like a flood bursting through a sluice gate, he let out a sudden roar. It sounded like a thunderclap, forcing the commoners at the city gate to hurriedly cover their ears.

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This is why cooking emphasizes color, aroma, and taste; color may seem the least important of the three, but in truth, a good dish must first possess high visual appeal to attract diners. Gu Hongchen, having confirmed there were no ambushes nearby, agilely led two Star-Soul cavalrymen up the stairwell to the rooftop. At this moment, fifteen Star-Soul archers were scouting the surroundings. He stepped forward and, without hesitation, reached out to take the floating space fragment. "It must be someone summoned by the Mo family. They were already in contact with a family from the ancient martial arts world. Families like the Lius or our Chens do not possess such influence," Chen Fengtian analyzed. Hu Jie wiped away cold sweat, silently recalling the two-meter-tall giant before System H was destroyed: Could this be the legendary "tough guy acting cute"? Further away, everything was a hazy gray, as if shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see the horizon. Lady Sun unfolded the garment, revealing a lake-blue silk dress embroidered with gold thread; the embroidery was exquisite, and the piece looked dignified and elegant. If the two brothers had harbored any elements of being playboys while in Tianhai, those traits had completely vanished since they arrived in the magic capital. They were now like ordinary, downtrodden youths wandering through the city. Furthermore, Song Yiyi actually resembled Song Lianwan somewhat in appearance, and also bore a likeness to Song Lianwan's parents, which immediately allowed him to guess the truth. In other words, the person the Nu merchants were relying on this time—the leader of a thousand magical beasts on a peak in Qingzhang Mountain, known as the Qiantian Tiger—was a completely wrong choice. As Zhou Yunbao spoke, the Supreme Demon Emperor’s other massive foot crashed onto the ground, causing the entire earth to tremble and groan in agony. The earth-shaking impact sent Zhou Yunbao and his companions stumbling, nearly knocking them to the ground. Her jade-white cheeks flushed with a faint crimson, though it appeared to be from anger. Her cold lips parted to utter the two words she had just heard. Over time, everyone in the village avoided the two girls as if they were a plague. Qianxun’s temperament was actually quite good, except she could not bear to hear anyone say she was not born to her parents; otherwise, there was no telling what extreme actions she might take.

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Thus, after having dinner at home and taking a bath infused with medicinal herbs to ward off bad luck, Song Yiyi returned to the villa the next day. Once the banquet began, Bearded Wang worked hard to hype up the atmosphere. Since Yu Youjia and Yin Rongyu were not heavy drinkers, Bearded Wang toasted them repeatedly with tea instead of alcohol, pulling the reticent Wen Han to join him in the toasts. After three rounds of tea, Bearded Wang brought up the plan for producing the script. Zijin’s words just now had made Binglian feel that something was amiss; she and Jingyuan were of similar age, so how could she use a term like "for a long time"? The academy was full of vitality. The square that would serve as the stage for the Night Party was already set, and the curtains for the ceremony and the judges' tents were being erected. Students were bustling about, running in and out. Feng Lingxue noncommittally picked up his teacup and took a small sip. The stern expression between his brows softened somewhat due to the mellow fragrance of the tea, while a flicker of light crossed his cold, moon-like eyes—if one wanted to lure a fish into the trap, one had to make him perceive the differences bit by bit. She understood that in everyone's eyes, Dong Hao was not a good person, and anyone who knew someone like him would be looked at with the eyes of someone staring at a monster, and their character would be judged by others. "Who goes there?" Just as the posture was struck, a voice emanated from the species that had not yet dispersed. Chen Yuanyuan stared blankly at Gao Kaixin, then glanced at Dong Dabao, unable to snap out of the sudden turn of events before her. The noisy sounds from inside the room seemed to stem from a disagreement; the people were very loud, and one could vaguely hear Lan Tianxiang and Li Yunlu arguing heatedly.