Chapter 881: Best friends are for life, but I want to be with He Chen for three lifetimes~
“Waiter, bring a bottle of Jiaduobao!”
He Chen saw them hugging each other, their faces pale, and temporarily halted his cultivation technique, raising a hand to signal the waiter.
“...” Jiang Nansun watched He Chen like this and twitched her lips.
Is He Chen afraid of getting heaty, so he wants a bottle of Jiaduobao?
But who’s really afraid of getting heaty now?
Is it He Chen, or her best friend Zhu Suosuo?
Zhu Suosuo naturally knew He Chen was deliberately mocking her in this showy way.
This phone is fully voice-controlled, with its central body made of aluminum alloy. The flexible casing serves as a haptic interface, capable of sensing temperature and vibration.
This was just an online poll, but I estimate the real-world ratio wouldn’t differ much.
Following the guidance of the clear wind and bright moon, Tang Seng and his three disciples arrived at the room long prepared for them and temporarily settled in.
“That’s right, you bastard—I liked you so much... and now I have zero affection for you after watching your movies,” Pang Qiuyue said angrily.
The Qiongqi Spear Technique was extremely precise, knocking the spear out of Bai Longfei’s hand without injuring him; Bai Longfei himself trembled slightly from the counterforce.
Strong cultivators all have their pride; they won’t bow unless they meet someone stronger than themselves.
Lin Yunjie targeting me has nothing to do with her—it’s purely because this guy is mentally unstable.
After hearing this brief yet blunt opening, the live stream audience paused for a moment; only then did the chat flood in.
Everyone watched as Zhao Ning was effortlessly lifted by the giant arm, leaving them all stunned once again.
Given the prior conversation, Zhenyuanzi’s defeat was certain, so the promised rewards were practically free.
The relationship was far too complicated; even the ever-polished Bai Zhanqi struggled to find the right words to greet Han San, and could only lead the way in silence, ushering Han San to the private room on the top floor.
She blew a whistle, and the griffin spread its wings, soaring through the open skylight at the castle’s peak.
One side was the “Eye of Judgment,” which absolutely countered red-name players; the other was the danger warning from the Duel Monster he’d fought alongside—Xiao Yun chose to trust the latter.
Indeed, over all these years, there has never been a single rumor about Mei Mei. Such a singer is truly rare in the entire entertainment industry.
Feeling the wind blade transform into a complete guillotine, Xiao Yun’s expression changed; he urgently manipulated the “Stardust Dragon Wings” to evade the fierce storm.
Giving it to Jun Jiuqing made his heart bleed—he was now penniless, yet he was demanding so many gold coins from me?
The competition officially began, and Gongben Wuzang felt his blood boiling. He had trained for so long but had never faced his fellow disciples in real combat.
Just as Yunyan wondered what had happened, Li Yuting suddenly walked straight toward her.
“Lanzhi...” Lan’s mother, seeing the situation, realized Mu Lanzhi knew nothing yet, and hastily cut off her words in panic.
This was the outcome I wanted, and I must admit—if Su Yishui were properly trained and performed to her full potential, she could achieve great things.
Thinking of this, I resolved to keep the Evil Seal hidden on my person from now on; I’ll reveal it only when I’m strong enough to protect it.
“Enough, stop talking—Wu Yongxing and Ta Tian have moved.” Suddenly, Ye Zhengxiong’s voice came from ahead, cutting off their conversation.
“Let’s go!” Since Nan Ruoxun had made her choice, Zheng Hanfei said nothing more; he told Di Luo, rushed down the stairs, pulled on the raincoat left at the door, and the two stepped out of the villa into the stormy mountaintop.
Though asking about money directly was a bit crude, Zhao Lingling felt it was psychologically easier to raise it herself than wait for the other side to make outrageous demands.
End of Chapter
