Chapter 831: Look in my eyes! tell me!

At these words, Ceng Yu also fell silent.

Because this matter also struck a blow to her mother’s company.

She very much wanted to say her mother supported He Chen.

But the truth was her mother had strong reservations about He Chen’s actions.

She couldn’t lie with her eyes open.

Especially with Xu Kaiyang kneeling there applying pressure and knowing her mother’s true reaction—she couldn’t do it even if she wanted to.

And her mother

The breakthrough has a certain success rate; even Ginobili and Parker saw their success rate drop slightly against Roy’s defense.

After speaking, Ye Feng deliberately walked to one side and picked up his phone to call Qian Longsheng.

Zhou Tianci was a businessman who understood cost-benefit calculations, so the order given to Ghost Cut was to use fear to make these big shots submit.

“Big brother-in-law, hello, I’m Lin Yao. Sorry to trouble you to pick me up so late—you’ve worked hard.” Lin Yao said with heartfelt gratitude, his expression sincere, not a trace of pretense.

Now the house and courtyard were lit up with lanterns and decorations, finally bringing a touch of joy to this old, worn-down homestead.

Lin Jiao stood right at the door of this carriage car, turning her head toward my window; her gaze was complex and tender, exactly as it had been in front of the Dog Village—if back then I couldn’t decode that look, today, seeing this note, I understood it completely.

As the distance closed, the gale from the dragon’s wings began to affect this side, so the pirates naturally spotted the figure standing atop the dragon’s head.

Louis casually dodged Kaido’s breath, then his body suddenly froze; within him, Haki surged like a great river, rapidly flowing, then splitting into finer streams, spreading toward ever more minute channels.

The reason I resolved yesterday to carry the act all the way to open hostility was precisely to prevent this very scene.

Several silver needles flew toward him; Tang Ze rose, and the needles passed over his chest, embedding themselves in the tree behind him.

“You flatter me too much!” Yang Dong wiped a cup spotless and placed it on the bar.

Last night many suffered serious injuries; when I opened the door, a line of wounded lay outside.

The environment here is extremely harsh; in movies and TV dramas, deserts looked majestic with their lone smoke rising—enviable. But now, under this barren wasteland with no oases, the endless yellow sands no longer looked beautiful.

Li Yunxiao stepped on air, leaping upward; just before his body fell, he stepped on air again and leapt once more, repeating this pattern.

When the knocking came, we were eating inside; Huang Bawang was still using my pesticide label to trick people.

Yang Dong still fought on the front line; he couldn’t retreat, even though he was covered in wounds—he still couldn’t fall back.

The Dayuan Mountains are ten million li from the Grand Void Sect; the teleportation array could transport one there, but each teleport required five hundred credits.

Lu Zefan had already known Lu Yu’s strength was formidable. But he never imagined it had become this powerful—four full ranks higher than his own.

No wonder Senior Sister forbade me to train—it’s because this fist art holds little meaning for me. Yet seeing Li Jiang’s fist art proved that true martial techniques are terrifying indeed; those who cultivate them can channel storm winds into their fists, enough to stand against cultivators.

Throughout history, no one has ever earned tens of millions in a single day—that’s real gold and silver.

As the sedan moved, my eyes took in the palace’s majestic, grand scene—vast and splendid, truly carved beams and painted rafters, dazzling in color.

The group boarded the carriage at the main gate; Lin Zhihan sat in the center, with Shen Yanqing and Baozhu on one side, and Wen Yueyi and Jin Pan on the other.