Chapter 134: Days Living with an Air Stewardess: Sneak Attack on the Treasure Island Book Lovers

Ah Zheng, I originally came today to buy "Divine Tomb," but he had a high fever and was hospitalized yesterday, so he couldn't come immediately to buy the "Divine Tomb" he had long awaited.

As soon as he was discharged today, after his parents went out to work, he hurried to a bookstore near his home, wanting to buy it quickly to read since he didn't have to go to school today.

As a result, he ran to three bookstores in a row but couldn't buy it.

They all said "Divine Tomb" was already sold out and would take a day or two to restock.

Ah Zheng's heart

The key is that this area belongs to the new district; lazy blacks simply cannot find a foothold here, only relatively hardworking and wealthy blacks can settle and live here, and the security environment is much better than in downtown Johannesburg.

"Young hero, do you like eating this osmanthus cake?" Zhang Yan's clear voice rang out, making Wang Mu, who was eating the cake, look at her. After finishing one, he picked up another piece.

There were even Japanese program teams that specifically analyzed Qiao Yu's warm-up; of course, they also analyzed Qiao Yu's jump.

Looking closely, there was a character "cut" written on it; besides that, Wang Kun searched the Monk's entire body but couldn't find a single item.

In the end, after all, the root cause lies with Dongfang Ziyang herself; regarding this point, she has no room for rebuttal.

Kangxi did not notice the complex expression in Noble Consort Niohuru's eyes; he whispered two instructions, then turned and left without hesitation. He walked to the imperial horse, skillfully mounted it with a swift motion, and the bright yellow cape behind him drew a beautiful arc, drawing cheers from the accompanying soldiers, creating a magnificent scene.

The four great joys of life: sweet rain after a long drought, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, the wedding night, and the moment of success on the golden list.

Qiao Yu, Lin Yun, Jin Yan, and Mao Asada came to the snow center to watch the competition; everyone was wrapped up tightly, so no one recognized them.

Behind each sensational headline, the intricate and complex relationship between Zhou Shi and Robin Li was reported as even more complicated. Wealth heroes and youthful legends, various stories and conspiracy theories emerged at an unimaginable speed.

The masked Misses were so fierce; they stretched out both arms, each holding a shiny stone in their palms, and raised them high to strike the opponent.

Hearing the footsteps, Shen Yanjiao handed the swaddled infant in her arms to Ziyan, turned around, and faced the newcomer.

Yet he chose this approach, which Peter considered a last resort; moreover, based on Peter's limited understanding of Wilson Fisk, evasion was not his style. This was just like Harry, who usually spent money recklessly, going to a second-hand store to hunt for bargains to save money.

Thinking about how much jade and stone they took from people, one should at least be polite; if it's inconvenient to say something harsh, just nod casually to brush it off.

However, not seeing them does not mean one can treat them as non-existent. If you know there is a venomous snake living in your home, even if you cannot see that snake, you probably cannot sleep peacefully at night.

And as the party involved in this incident, he naturally knew exactly how much exaggeration was in what was written there. Although he knew from the very beginning that much of what the media said was nonsense, some of the words still hit his sore spots.

"Good, decisive enough, truly the 'Divine Eye' Captain!" Jin Xiang Yu clapped her hands, bringing up Qin Yun's original title. Had Jin Xiang Yu not mentioned it, Qin Yun himself might have forgotten he even had the nickname 'Divine Eye'.

Only the sound "plop" was heard; Feng Hui, who had just sat up on the sofa, fell back down, clutching his chest with a look of utter despair—first his mother, then his wife, exposing his secrets so recklessly in front of everyone, did they really not want him to live well?

At the same time, the Shenji Camp's cannons had already been dragged over; the artillerymen hurriedly drove the horses away, arranged the iron carts loaded with cannonballs, the gunpowder barrels, and other tools according to the drill manual, then quickly loaded the ammunition, preparing to fire.