Volume 1, Chapter 41: Setting a Trap for Song Yi!

After seeing Tang Meiyu off, Ma Xiaoyao's expression darkened. He took a deep breath, picked up the receiver, and dialed a string of numbers. "Director Xu? Come to my office right away. I have something to ask you." With that, Ma Xiaoyao hung up the phone, took out a cigarette, lit it, and began to smoke.

"Don't bother saying it, I am not going to quit smoking." Qin Hanshan paused for a moment, and then continued, "At least for now, I won't quit smoking." As he spoke, Qin Hanshan took another puff of his cigar.

Could he have taken a fancy to Huanhuan? Unlikely, right? Although Huanhuan was very pretty, she was still somewhat inferior compared to Guli, Wang Aiqin, and the others. Surely Ma Xiaoyao wouldn't be in such a rush? Ma Xiaoyao's actions this time were truly rather baffling.

His disciple—a disciple he had taught for over two hundred years—was completely devoid of backbone and could abandon anything for the sake of survival.

Suddenly, the gently rising dragon-patterned incense also changed. It no longer rose straight up into the air, but instead twisted and coiled in place.

They knew that in ancient times, the Sovereign of No Sovereignty slaughtered immortals and deities until they withered and turned the cosmos upside down, yet they still could not believe that even the bearer of the Great Dao would fall into the mortal realm during this catastrophe.

As the line of sight penetrated this person's body, a pure white bead could be seen slowly wandering within him, while that golden-yellow evil worm of supremacy and disaster was coiled near the bead, wandering through the old man's body alongside it.

This fruit looked somewhat similar to a grape, but it didn't taste very good—sour and astringent. Yun Longjian took one bite and didn't want any more.

Yet what they were facing were the elites of the Bolehai Sea. In underwater combat, an ordinary Naga or Sea Elf could easily take out a Bolehai intermediate-level mage, let alone when these Nagas and Sea Elves were all masters? Before long, the underwater whirlpool turned red, and a thick, bloody stench began to permeate the area.

However, looking at Song Yanqing's brainless, foolish appearance, he was completely oblivious to Concubine Qiao's favoritism.

Suddenly, those eyes moved, abruptly transforming into a stream of clear water, which was then instantly absorbed by Chen Shouzuo.

After saying that, without even waiting for Lin Zhiyu to say anything, the old man directly hung up the phone with a snap.

The financial product jointly launched by Goldman Sachs and Gaoyuan Capital seemed as though it was custom-made for Ruida Assets.

What was most notable was that he clearly remembered when he entered the private dining room, Qin Jiang was the one sitting in the primary seat, while Bai Meng and the young team members were only seated along one side. The subtle dynamics of their positions, combined with Qin Jiang's calm and steady demeanor displayed from beginning to end today, made it difficult for him not to harbor suspicions given all the circumstances.

"Going home"—these two familiar words drilled into my eardrums, something I had recently been hearing often from Jiang Qingwan.

These calamities were merely internal calamities of the universe. Whether they succeeded or failed, and whether they resulted in success or destruction, meant no more to the universe itself than passing gas.

Looking closely, they discovered that the street sign didn't actually name a street, but instead read [I Miss You Very Much in Songjiang]. Behind the signpost was a wooden carving of a black dragon preparing to take flight.

He changed into his clothes and shoes, and began jogging around the campus, which was the exercise routine he had set for himself.

"Even if I had that capability, I might not necessarily help you!" Jiang Xinyu gave Nangong Tian a disdainful sideways glance. That brief sentence constituted her entire response.

In this work, giving the protagonist a second chance is actually giving myself a second chance, simply to prolong a past where I once didn't know how to cherish what I had.

They must have basically all been rented out or sold. Buying ten or twenty floors might still be relatively straightforward, but buying the entire building outright was simply too difficult.

"Oh man, I don't feel sick at all, just let me throw up for a while," Wang Mingyang wailed, then leaned against a tree and vomited profusely.

She followed Dan to the Mirror Sea and witnessed many things. Believing herself to be sufficiently resolute, she felt neither hesitation nor fear as she went to observe them.

Arriving at this pavilion meant they had officially entered the territory of Qi County, and another twenty or thirty li of travel would bring them to their destination. However, with the sun blazing fiercely and the horses in need of water, Mingyue ordered the group to halt here, taking the opportunity to ask the people in the pavilion about the county.

Weapon refiners from all over the continent gathered in Iron Rock City, making the entire city bustling with an unprecedented level of excitement.

This caused her to frown slightly. Over the past few days, whenever she had breakfast, certain individuals would invariably come over to strike up a conversation with her—some who knew her identity and approached her for that reason, others drawn by her appearance. In any case, they were all people she detested.

The time they had set was one month. Seventeen days of that month had already passed, leaving a mere thirteen days before this operation would conclude. Although it felt thoroughly infuriating, nobody wanted to continue wasting time like this.

After passing through the fourth passageway, Ning Fuchen emerged into a burial chamber larger than all the previous ones combined. There were no further passages leading downward here, meaning this was the final destination.

I opened my Heavenly Eyes and inspected every room in the villa. Perhaps because it was still daytime, although the residence was filled with a gloomy and ghostly atmosphere, no actual ghosts or evil spirits were to be seen.

Not long afterward, Wuchen suddenly heard terrified cries for help coming from not far away.

Ladas wore a startled expression, then smiled broadly. "Does the young master have a decision, then?" At the very least, he intended to acknowledge this child, right?

However, when Nie Tian reached Tian Xuanxue, he did not lift her veil. Instead, he simply rested his right hand upon her pulse, only to feel a surge of energy instantly burst forth from her pulse, flicking his fingers away. It was abundantly clear that all the meridians within Tian Xuanxue's body were sealed off by a tremendous force.