Volume 1, Chapter 61: Li Fengshan, the Stone King

Our current approach is a brawling style—pick a fight with the opponents whenever possible, completely disrupting their operational rhythm.

Wang Xuanyuan felt his head ring with a loud buzz. One or two hundred million—obviously in US dollars. Even the cash flow of his own company and the Gray Syndicate combined probably wasn't this much.

Xia Mo breathed in the fresh air, intending to tell Lao Qi and Lao Ba that she was fine and just needed to sleep for a bit, when Lao Ba suddenly started shaking her.

Originally, the rule of the estate was that servants without many years of serving experience were not allowed to go anywhere near the ancestral tablet gallery. However, ever since Ryumi Qian died, this rule had been abolished.

To think such a situation would occur, and someone actually dared to try to poach his girl while the cousin was away! Just by looking at He Shaoqian's expression, Lu Jianan broke out in a cold sweat for the one named Ellie.

"You really, how did it ever cross your mind to play matchmaker for your tenth sister?" Emperor Kangxi actually felt that Celing had chosen quite well, as the family background was acceptable; although he was only a mid-level officer, he had military achievements and would definitely turn out much better than those good-for-nothing pampered youths in the future.

"This old man is truly extraordinary; just a few words were enough to shake my resolve." He looked at the old man with a solemn gaze, as though he could see a fox-like, charming smile curling at the corners of the man's mouth.

At least he now had guaranteed pay from contracts for eight films, even though the fee for the first one was very small, amounting to just a modest fifty thousand.

"I saw you—you..." Yin's face burned with tangled embarrassment, while goosebumps broke out across her skin in continuous waves.

After pondering for a moment, Gu Qingzhou gave up. The items inside those ancient ruins were completely tailored for Shi Jing and were completely useless to him.

By the time the charity auction came to an end, dusk had already fallen. The afterglow of the sunset clouds painted the long ancient path, and the participants of the charity auction left one after another.

Lin Qinyi, who had been painting all this time, turned his head back. For some inexplicable reason, he felt a deep discomfort in his chest, so he drew Wu Mian into the painting as well, and then proceeded to stab nails into Wu Mian's face.

In previous years, there were at most just over ten, but this year, Shen Yunchou roughly scanned the room; the sparse figures scattered inside the side hall added up to around twenty people.

He knew deep down that simply winning everything they owned and driving them to bankruptcy wouldn't convince the prison inmates to submit, nor would it make them willing to serve him.

Then Chen Shaorong opened the interface of his phone and pressed the equals sign, displaying a sequence of numbers which matched the numbers on the playing card.

Xu Cheng, sitting in the audience, locked eyes with her, a nameless sense of unease welling up in his heart. He picked up the AD Calcium Milk on the table, took a sip, and recalled the conversation the two of them had that afternoon.

At this moment, Wang Xing guessed that what he was feeling was his own "will." This was an aptitude acquired through the adventure space.

After Wang Xing retreated, the killing intent in his heart dissipated significantly. From the initial fiery impulse to take action, he now felt something was amiss, figured out the problem, and immediately began preparing to make a run for it.

These fellows were used to a life of luxury and ease; perhaps in their entire lives, they had never envied such mundane things that they would normally toss aside and not even spare a glance.

Tang Feng looked at Zhuang Xiao's slightly trembling shoulders, and a silent sigh swept through his heart... He shook his head, flicked away the cigarette butt in his hand, and began to contemplate the scenario of walking into the room ten minutes later...

"Do you think Manling might be possessed by an evil spirit, and that malignant entity took her life?" Cheng Jiangkai speculated.

Jiang Han had sharp facial bone structures, with a straight nose and facial features that harmonized impeccably. Yin Shixin, however, had softer facial features; having a nose of the exact same height on her face looked exceptionally abrupt.

After hanging up the phone, Sheng Xiazhou apologized to Jiang Guyu once again. Jiang Guyu waved her hand and instead comforted her, saying it wasn't her fault.

Seeing that her tongue had become nimble again, Huihui knew that the turbulent mood in her heart had passed, so she smiled and said, "That's more like it. Alright, leaving other matters aside, I'd better tell you what Nanny said earlier sooner, or else you won't be able to sit this still." Having said that, she chuckled a couple of times.

With her extreme familiarity with the geography and barriers of Konoha Village, if she truly wanted to leave, even guarding the gates could not stop her.

This seemingly unpretentious strike contained peerless killing intent, a fierce and lethal blow from a saint.

Within the Holy City, quite a few cultivators trembled with fear. Facing the Divine Phoenix, which was as colossal as the Holy City itself, they felt a terrifying pressure akin to towering mountains and vast seas.

I have named the upcoming volume "Drifting Gracefully into the Jianghu"; you should all be able to glean some hints from the literal meaning.

Previously, she hadn't told old Mrs. Zhen because she was afraid it would make her sick with anger, never expecting that in the end, she would get a beating because of it.

Never falling ill again, no longer needing to use the restroom, experiencing a massive surge in stamina, and possibly even achieving eternal youth.

Just then, a wave of crisis sent alarm bells ringing in Siler's heart. He hurriedly pushed away the body of Bai Yan, which had lost all its strength, trying to dodge, but unexpectedly, the latter tightly grabbed his arm in a death grip.

The various incoming Golden-tier powerhouses clearly possessed vastly different personalities and motives: some wore icy expressions, some looked utterly sincere, while others had red eyes and fought Tang Cheng with sorrowful looks, constantly trying to break away from the battle circle.

Xu Qingnian gazed in utter astonishment at the uninjured Huyan Ba, and reluctantly announced the result.

"Who is an old married couple with you? You can say anything, but you can't just run your mouth like that," Li Mei glared fiercely at Liu Qi and said.

Also, lately, she had no idea what Ren Chao was up to; he went out at night and slept during the day, no longer keeping his mother company.

With this palm strike, Bu Fan had channeled his internal energy into it, and the Northern Darkness True Qi had melted directly into the tea. For an ordinary martial artist, catching this teacup would likely be quite difficult—this could also be considered a test for Xue Yibing.

At the dining table, Gu Ruochu hardly spoke. She occasionally buried her head in her bowl of rice, and occasionally stared at the two men drinking in sullen silence, her mood somewhat heavy.

At that moment, Gu Ruochu felt that she was truly despicable; she shouldn't have come over to meddle in this mess in the first place, right?

Last time, it was under his threat that she had hurriedly rushed to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their marriage certificate, and now they were going to hastily get a marriage certificate yet again?