Volume 1, Chapter 51: The Female CEO's Boudoir

Seeing that Yun Nan ignored him and continued to mind her own business, the blond man concluded that she was not only bold, but also completely fearless.

"Zhiwei, would you like to step aside for a moment?" Considering Cui Zhiwei's reputation, Cui Zhili asked cautiously.

Old Mu frowned in refutation, insisting that Tang Qian was not killed by him. He then transmitted a video—translated by an intelligent robot—to Li Quan via a remote video call.

The person speaking this time was an older manager. Judging by Jun Moqing’s years of experience in reading people, this man was either a retired veteran accountant invited back for his expertise or a senior shareholder of Shen Yafei.

Hiding in the shadows, Bai Yue thought further ahead. The trial of the demons would not end so easily. Unable to move the subterranean river’s heavenly fire magma, he had no choice but to summon the Arch-demon out.

The silk spun by those eighth-rank ghost-face spiders appeared white with a faint, barely perceptible hint of grass green. Only when the silk was gathered into a large pile could this extremely subtle green hue be discerned.

When the fans watching the live broadcast witnessed this scene, their eyes widened instantly and their jaws dropped. Some could not help but gasp out loud on the spot.

The door was locked shut once again. Clutching her bleeding arm, Ye Ling paced anxiously around the room, finding no other exits. Fortunately, Mother Ye knew she had come here; if she didn't return home for a long time, she would surely come looking for her. Yet, time dragged on agonizingly slow.

Li Quan seemed rather reluctant to let his son become a cultivator, uttering remarks that completely contradicted a man's true intentions.

On their way back to the base, they happened to run into Yang Jingrui and Lu Shidong, who were heading to the research institute. They decisively joined them and participated in that night's mission.

Sniffling, Murong Yinzhu stepped outside and spotted two corpses lying not far away. This was the reason she had immediately caught the scent of death upon waking up.

The golden-silver silkworm Gu had always rested peacefully inside her embrace, and her aura had permeated its very marrow. Naturally and inevitably, Wei Rourou became its master.

"You are a team now, so you must help one another. Let me test your abilities first before assigning your roles." Thus, a two-on-two basketball game began, with Chen Xia pitted against Feng Ling. Chen Xia shot the ball, while Feng Ling moved to block.

"Since Young Master Shangguan treats Heya with such courtesy, how could she possibly refuse? If there is anything I fall short in, please feel free to point it out." Heya responded with humility, speaking in a soft voice.

As her breathing grew increasingly rapid, the temperature inside the palace gradually rose. Her cheeks flushed deeply, resembling someone intoxicated by the most potent wine.

Yuling had said that whenever she met Baiyou Liuxi, she ought to speak to him in this manner. The words themselves probably carried roughly that kind of meaning.

"Are you referring to the people of the Murong clan or those from the Qianfeng Kingdom?" Prince Qinchuan’s whereabouts were unknown, as he appeared to be walking on foot.

Perhaps we truly need time to grow strong. Even though it is painful, only in this way can we trade for courage and eternity.

For the most part, one has to live life behind a mask. Fortunately, she was blind and could see nothing, allowing her to practice out of sight, out of mind.

Watching that receding figure, a sense of stifled frustration arose within him. How headstrong! He was determined to see for himself just what kind of ethereal, celestial grace this Lord Jun possessed. Giving the plain white figure a fierce glare, he followed after them.

Local television station Spring Festival galas rarely involved inviting stars to compete; more often, they relied on direct invitations from the stations or recommendations from entertainment agencies.

Many League of Legends players often wondered: Why isn't the great Riven player from our own regional server? Yet they overlooked a simple fact—their own server also boasted numerous talented geniuses, all of whose brilliance was merely eclipsed by the dazzling, legendary light of the great Riven.

"Are you saying that you went there and saw nothing at all?" Bodhicitta furrowed his brow. If that were truly the case, things would indeed become rather troublesome.

Back then, Zhu Jianhua had devoted an immense amount of painstaking effort to master this particular movement style, which was why he was able to effortlessly overcome Liu Bowen this time.

Magneto agreed with a single word, and the next moment, he soared directly into the sky, resembling an invincible god of war, utterly devoid of fear.

Planning to consume such dishes over the long term to regulate his body, He Zheng intended to use contribution points within the organization to exchange for some medicinal yam ingredients that aided in breaking through to the Boundary-Breaker realm. In doing so, his master, Gu Luo, would have a high probability of breaking through, gaining an additional fifty years of life. This was the most meaningful thing He Zheng could possibly do for his master.

"Why, why, why are you smiling again?" Lin Jin was similarly infected by Gao Youxi's natural smile, and his own mood lifted in delight.

Long Yun and the sailor rushed to the edge of the container, raising their rifles to fire a wild barrage inside. Not stopping until the M4A1's ammunition was completely exhausted, Long Yun drew his pistol and emptied every remaining bullet.

Gao Youxi was now deeply immersed in a work-like state, her mind tightly latching onto the "future element" Lin Jin had just mentioned. What if every time Ezreal leveled up, there was a sound effect originating from the "future," or what if every time he learned a new skill, it carried a special "future element" visual effect?

If Chen Hua voiced an objection, and if the matter he raised proved trivial, Dong Rong华 would naturally give this student a taste of his color, making him understand the consequences of casually wasting everyone's time.

Suddenly, high in the vast and boundless sky, a massive shadow broke through the atmosphere, reaching the stratosphere and obscuring more than half of the night sky.

Because none of them wanted the Primordial Immortal Realm to be destroyed by the battle, their cataclysmic clash took place deep within the chaos.

That demonic wolf seemed to sense that Moxuan was not someone to be trifled with, lingering and pacing outside the valley for a long time, yet the green light in its eyes grew increasingly intense and fierce.

Meanwhile, in Kenji Doihara's office, Kenji Doihara and seven or eight high-ranking officials gathered around a sandbox, formulating tactical strategies based on new intelligence.

Where this tone of voice would eventually lead, she did not know. How Setsuna had grown to this extent, she was equally unaware. But a child had secrets and destinations of her own; she had no desire to probe into all of this, knowing only that Setsuna was her child, and she must support this child so he would know his struggles were never solitary.

"I know I am clumsy with words, but please, I beg you, give me a chance to speak, won't you?" Li Huanfei pleaded.

This was Chu Nan's policy: whether absorbing populations or recruiting talent, powerful spellcasters were strictly excluded. Because of this, although the political system of Hogwarts had undergone drastic changes, its combat power structure remained largely unchanged.

Feng Chi changed into commoner attire and followed the throngs of curious onlookers, watching the bustling liveliness of the carriage market from afar.