Chapter 201: At Dragon Tiger Mountain

1944, Shen City.

It was late winter, morning.

The weather was slightly chilly; the cold wind, like a blade scraping flesh, whooshed only into the collar.

On the banks of the Suzhou River, a portal shimmering with sparks suddenly appeared.

"Over there it's late winter, the weather is cold, put on thick clothes so you don't freeze." said a gentle, steady male voice.

A burst of footsteps sounded; four young, beautiful women, curiously from the

Qi Meng pounded his chest with his fist, then struck a pose with his fist, and only then stepped down from the platform.

"Not bad, that's right, but is this related to the issue we're currently discussing?" Shu Yao asked.

"I also want to ask you guys, how did you come here?" I finally understood why we made such a big commotion in the hotel and they never showed up; it turned out they had come here.

"Please, the pretend-couple game is already over, right? Show some respect." Ran Sinian said solemnly.

Xu Qingmo smiled faintly, ignoring Lin Ruochu's last words, but he was somewhat startled by the earlier description.

Fan Xiao and Deng Lei together dragged the frenzied Chen Guobin out, leaving only Ran Sinian, Rao Peier, Qu Zi Chong, and Zhang Yue in the room.

Qin Weiyi also happened to lift his face and look at him; both were stunned, then unconsciously avoided realizing, turning their faces aside.

"Who is it, come out!" Since exposed, Zhao Zidan no longer hid, pulling out the silver needle from his shoulder and also drawing two sharp big knives from the wooden cart's base.

Leng Ran lowered her head, bit her lip, her face unconsciously flushed a scarlet; she realized she was truly foolish.

"Young Master Huang is a guest of the manor; since he likes it, let him grow orchids." Anyway, it's not her garden, so even if precious things are ruined, it's not up to her to feel sorry.

Everyone looked and saw it was a cloth doll of a salted egg superhero, workmanship average, also aged, not a costly premium. But this superhero doll, its cloth limbs are severely worn, likely from frequent play. Compared to other toys, none have such wear.

Shu Ning, who had fled the ward in panic, patted her chest outside Shu Baobei's ward, waiting until her face wasn't so red before daring to enter; her son was sly and clever, couldn't be laughed at by Mu Pingting, and was also laughed at by her son.

Laughter and chatter filled the courtyard; after the warriors had no psychological burden, they were like wolves and tigers, directly grabbing the meat and vegetables from the table into their bowls.

At lunch today, Qu Yiyi spent it in the popularization of Yuping; she listened attentively, kept it in mind, so basically she didn't eat much, always sitting opposite her was the eldest young master Meng, who kept eating nonstop.

Moreover, she didn't think he could come up with any decent punishment given his IQ; probably it'd be just as childish a prank as that silly game.

"I understand what you're worried about; I won't give anyone a handle on me." This period is too sensitive; if they stir up any impropriety, he could easily miss out on that higher position.

Turning stone to gold is the divine art mortals yearn for. However, for martial artists it's utterly useless, because gold is no different from ordinary iron to them.

When Jennings' lighter fell from his hand, with a boom, an explosion erupted around the room, smoke filling the villa; many unknown people who sprang from nowhere subdued the individuals of Shiveg one by one.

Besides, the matches in the Gambling King Tournament are all random, so what's assessed is each contestant's overall ability. If you're strong in one area but weak in another, say Mahjong, then if you happen to get matched to Mahjong, you'll have no recourse.