Volume 1, Chapter 28: Liu Fangfang Is Up to Her Old Tricks Again

Women possess an innate sensitivity to threats from the opposite sex. This feeling requires no justification and no evidence. From a single glance, a casual smile, or even just their scent when they do nothing at all, she can instinctively determine that another woman is her romantic rival. Liu Fangfang was certain that this woman must be in love with Zhang Weimin. Quietly approaching his door, she heard Zhang Weimin and Lian Shuyue conversing happily inside, and her jealousy grew uncontrollable. At that moment, she only wanted Lian Shuyue to know of her existence; she had completely forgotten herself.

Qin Moshang pursed his lips and calmly took a step back, casting a hostile look at him. At that instant, she had no idea that the most memorable event of her day had absolutely nothing to do with the President of the United States. Having just recovered from a high fever caused by the shock of seeing Dabai’s remains, she felt a heavy ache in her chest at the sight of him, though she tried her best to endure it.

Because Ruan Li was so incredibly clumsy and easily flustered in front of the handsome man she had fallen for at first sight, sparks flew the moment she encountered Jin Jiaxi in the elevator.

Up on the city walls, Xia Ya was anxious and irritable. If he had a fresh force of even three or four hundred men at his disposal, he would have dared to lead them out of the city to charge the enemy lines.

At noon, Lin Cha arrived at Qiyang Investment Bank, greeted the receptionist with a smile, and walked inside.

"General Macaulay, I believe this battle should be between us." The voice of the *Shura* echoed throughout the entire military district.

Huai Zhen stepped out of the car with him and gazed at the tree for a long time. It was perfectly shaped and had appeared countless times in the default screensaver collection on her computer, yet the other travelers stepping out of their cars seemed blind to its beauty.

Wei Xiao felt that even the most exquisite adjectives in all the world's love poetry were insufficient to describe Chi Zao.

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After hanging up the phone, a wave of curiosity washed over her. She could not help but wonder how Professor Chen, a man who seemed so serious and scholarly, had come to know such a formidable friend.

Her hand holding the phone was still trembling, but she dared not make a sound, forced to keep her body rigid as she let him plunder her mouth.

We explained our purpose, and having already been cleared by her superior, Director Zhang, Old Tang was cooperative and led us to the basement.

"I have a question: Is my Kalahadi an independent nation? And if so, does it have the capacity to exercise its own sovereignty?"

"What are you talking about? What 'Old Shen'? What 'sorcerer'? This is even simpler than a zombie," Director Gong asked.

Even the Sword of Benevolence and Liu Xuanying below were hesitant and bewildered. If this matter were truly a secret arrangement between the successive Dukes of Enclave and the Arcane Empire, their own positions would be rather awkward, and they did not know whether to intervene or wait and see.

With lives at stake—and the fate of millions of people in the capital—Wang Chong could not afford the slightest bit of carelessness.

As Li Chengyi spoke, his eyes remained fixed on Li Xuantu, yet Li Xuantu, as arrogant as ever, ignored him and went about his own business, removing his armor and changing his clothes.

Monday was the day for Jing’s routine board meeting, so when Jing Moxia saw Kevin trespassing into the conference room, a flicker of displeasure crossed his brow.

Before Lin Xiaoxiao could answer, Tang Wan answered for her. The bartender then began mixing a fruit cocktail for her.

"Are you alright, Sister Chen? Are you alright!" Hua Yucheng pressed anxiously against Chen Xiaoya, both of them trembling beneath the large executive desk.

Master Jin dared not slacken; he took a deep breath, his body radiating a brilliant glow, and met the attack with his fists.

While the Chinese players were immersed in a sea of joy, the instigator, Yue Qing, was secretly calculating: nine goals, with Zheng Zhi providing three assists and Hao Donghai scoring three goals. Both men were firmly at the top of the Asian Games' assist and scoring lists.

This was not because they had found the Master of Dinosaurs' voice or brainwaves, but because the Geothermal Dragons had been chatting among themselves. They mentioned humans and the Hula-Skirt Dragons... these syllables were picked up by the Lightning Bolt Car nearby.

Regardless of what Sabusu might have been thinking, Yu Zhong stood up triumphantly and addressed the princes in a booming voice.

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This being the case, it was almost certain that Yan Baihu would task him with something soon, and from that mission, one could discern exactly what Yan Baihu's attitude toward Zhang He really was.

However, the others only dared to think this in their hearts; even if they felt dissatisfied, none dared to voice it in front of Girard.

Opportunities like this could not be wasted on skills that hadn't reached maximum proficiency; such waste would surely invite divine retribution.

Moving so many troops through such a narrow entrance would take considerable time. Even if it were some distance from the plains, if the intelligence were accurate and the decision to attack were made decisively, it should still be possible to intercept them halfway.

The two were evenly matched in technique; even if Qin Hong, known as the "King of Operations," had a slight edge, it was not enough to crush his opponent.

"By the way, speaking of which, I have one more presumptuous request, and I hope Lord Gao and Deputy General Huang will grant it!" Yu Zhong suddenly added.

While wandering about, the Taoist Tianji could not help but exclaim in wonder, pointing out the marvels of each planet one by one.

Ling Yun, now one with his spear, spun the Dragon Soul Spear through a thousand blade shadows, thrusting forward like a ray of light toward Zhan Xuan.

As for the officials originally from Youzhou, they had become seasoned veterans; having finished breakfast at home, they arrived at their offices exactly on time, drawing sidelong glances from the officials who had been transferred from Guanzhong.

"It's all prepared." Jonathan patted the large trunk at his feet, filled with the arms he had prepared in advance. There were four large black trunks, packed to the brim—heavy enough to sustain a fierce urban battle.

The two men looked at each other. Yang Jin gave a bitter smile, and Uncle Chao, a tough guy who never showed his emotions, actually returned the smile. In that smile, both felt a shared bitterness.

With a single leap, to the eyes of an ordinary person, he seemed to soar like an immortal, floating gracefully into the sky before landing with impossible lightness upon the branch of a giant apricot tree.