Chapter 137: Money Isn't Earned Like That! (Makeup for Last Night)

The next evening.

Cao Sheng returned from school, saw his courtyard gate slightly ajar, and guessed that Huang Qingya must have come.

As he pushed his bicycle into the yard, he indeed saw Huang Qingya; she was stir-frying vegetables in the kitchen.

He laughed helplessly.

Because the weather had been getting hotter lately, he had been too lazy to cook for himself and had been eating at the school cafeteria.

He did not stop Huang Qingya from continuing to cook; he merely said he had already eaten and told her not to make too much.

Ning Hao thought back to when he had pressed Xu Lang earlier about whether Lu Feifan would get angry, and seeing Xu Lang's strange look, he seemed to understand something.

If a slight deviation had occurred in one of the previous matches, the ones feeling lost and depressed by now would have been their people.

Currently, Britain holds six leased territories within the country: the Tianjin British Concession, the Hankou British Concession, the Guangzhou British Concession, the Jiujiang British Concession, the Xiamen British Concession, the Zhenjiang British Concession, and the Shanghai British Concession.

Struggling to get up, with a "splash" sound, his arm brushed against a pile of scattered items on the ground—a heap of rusted, corroded iron chains.

However, it was indeed true; since they had not met for many years, although the few of them often communicated, it was only via telegrams handling Far Eastern official business. Among them, Hu Guangyong felt the most emotion, for years ago he had nearly been forced into bankruptcy; how could he have such glory now?

Hamid II, restless like an ant on a hot pan, and the main ministers of the Ottoman Empire launched a heated discussion in the palace council hall; shortly thereafter, three telegrams and one diplomatic proclamation were issued.

Hearing this arrogant remark, Duan Hu let out a cold snort; his eyes suddenly widened, and he unleashed a burst of force from his hand. Xiao Rang's body immediately shuddered and he was sent stumbling backward at once.

"Here, this is for you; I just saw it." Lin Yu waved her jade hand, and a red long sword appeared in Lin Yu's clean, white hand.

Lei Li held the Purple-Gold Thunder God Blade. His face showed not the slightest fear. The overwhelming power erupting from his entire body made Lei Li look utterly domineering. The purple-gold qi vortex spinning around him suddenly vanished.

"I want a straight fringe; it must cover my eyebrows." Gao Yu spoke in a high-pitched, soft voice.

Hearing the gunshots coming from behind, Zhou Chaoxian, even without turning around, could imagine the miserable state of his brothers.

Although Lin Zule didn't mind doing some black-eats-black business, this guy was different from a doctor; unless he was silenced, once he was caught, he would surely expose Lin Zule.

"Two percent. If I wholesale goods worth a hundred, your commission is two yuan," Lin Yi said.

Fuma dodged left and right, stepping in butterfly steps, swaying his body, repeatedly avoiding Tsunade's straight punches, hooks, and side kicks.

She had just finished a scene and walked down from the set; her gaze met that of Jing Hanshu not far away.

After the spring passion ended, Bai Tianqing came out of the bath, bent down to pick up the clothes scattered all over the floor, and put them on one by one.

Under normal circumstances, with Zhong Kui's sword and three corpse-suppressing coins protecting him, even if Lin Zule knew no spells, ordinary zombies and demons would absolutely not be his match.

She said her name was Zhao Ming and that she was a top student; she and her husband had met in university. Even though they were not married, for so many years they had tacitly accepted each other as husband and wife; marrying her husband was merely to comply with family demands.

Originally, this item should have been hard to find in a thousand years and required a stroke of fate, but a hundred years ago, Ji Liuyu heard that the Merfolk, under the care of the Dragon Clan, had obtained three thousand-year-old ice lotuses.

In these two and a half years, Beitang Feng had taken her to all corners of the world; she had seen all kinds of luxurious and beautiful scenery, yet she was still shocked by the beauty before her eyes. Every flower and tree here was absolutely crafted with great thought.

Feng Qiqi suddenly turned her head, looking toward the hot spring entrance. She glanced sideways at Yin Shu in front of her, who wore a smile on his face; seeing him raise his arms and shrug lightly, the smile on his face seemed filled with deep amusement.