Chapter 321: The Stingy Bastard! I Want Ten Big Men! (Request Monthly Votes)

Nan Gong Yi Chen froze for a moment, then said:

"Let Chu Wan Ge choose?"

Lin Mo did not answer, but looked at Chu Wan Ge and said:

"How do you want to choose?"

In an instant, Nan Gong Yi Chen understood Lin Mo's meaning.

Is he trying to borrow the fortune of the Destiny Child?

That's a clever choice!

Nan Gong thought to himself.

Chu Wan Ge, as a Heaven-grade Destiny Child, even on Jiuzhou, is among the rarest.

The Red Warriors' eyes sparkled with excitement; they snatched the flask and clutched it tightly to their chest. "I told you! The story's halfway through—by the standard formula, this is when our team should suffer its next setback."

"Thank you." Wang Weiyi, obsessed with flowers, gripped Ye Xu's hand tightly. From that moment, he resolved: if the Liu family truly meant harm to Ye Xu, he would use every ounce of strength to help Ye Xu escape this disaster.

He stared out the window at the high-rises the whole ride; the taxi dropped Meng Qian off at his apartment in Haishi. His family had returned last week—they'd stayed a month, traveling and helping watch over the renovated house. They'd spoken on the phone a few times; he estimated it would be ready in another two months.

Bai Hua Palace has always been labeled as an evil sect; the martial arts it teaches are inherently dark, cruel, and ruthless.

Sell stocks? Oxyx Pharmaceuticals' current market cap has surpassed $120 billion; next year, they'll launch two patented drugs, and their value will surely rise further. His original $2. billion in stock will eventually surge to $3 billion or more—selling now isn't worth it.

Viper. Red-and-white coloring. Hooked nose. Large vipers weigh over a hundred jin. Also called Fan Bi Chong.

"Heh~" Feng Tianxiang's soul felt no panic or fear—only calm as water, and a faint sneer.

After I brought the box down, I examined it and realized it looked nearly identical to the fake box I'd seen before.

Sihe Academy buildings are disappearing one by one; their value will inevitably rise. Even she had considered buying two as family heirlooms for Ren He. She never expected her son would beat her to it.

But the Stone Platform already had thirty thousand music viewers, and the livestream platform had over twenty thousand; combined, the show's viewership on broadcast day neared the thirty-thousand mark.

"Anna!" Tie Feng roared. The longer he stayed in the forest, the stronger his sense of dread grew.

"Now that you mention it, that young master's attire really is extraordinary," said the pockmarked thug, resting his chin in thought. It made sense.

Lu Fan's first thought was that he'd mistaken a trap for a path—after all, his erroneous conclusion that Li Xishi was a ghost had been drawn from this very clue.

Shen Bing felt a chill crawl up her spine under the director's stare; only then did Ye Yu introduce her.

After hearing Chu Yu's words, Lü Jianyu's face lit up with joy. He hadn't expected that even after becoming rich, Chu Yu would still choose to be a hero. He was so delighted he could barely speak.

Someone swallowed hard. Zheng Lanjiang was a Master at the peak of his realm—a martial cultivator who had brushed against the edge of a Martial Saint. He needed only one final breakthrough to awaken, but such awakening depended entirely on fate. Why are there so many Masters yet so few Martial Saints? It all comes down to fate and insight—if it's your time to break through, you will.

In today's world, technology is highly advanced. Though its progress slowed after the Beast Cataclysm, it continues to advance nonetheless—including in DNA-processing technology.

In the ultra-high-energy collision between the Empire's Primordial Cannon and the Abyssal Meteorite, countless dense electromagnetic signals were born.