Chapter 165: High-Pitched Writing Style, Buying a Car

Gu Zhan's entire body emitted a faint golden light, and his fists instantly became dazzlingly brilliant, the golden radiance too intense to look upon directly.

This storefront can also be used for your own business, or rented out, or sold to others.

After resolving the investment direction issue, it was nearly noon, so Shen Ma ordered takeout for him, and he ate in the office. The others in the company knew Shen Xiu was coming today and were all curious.

Otherwise, the wrath of a Supreme Being would leave a million corpses, rivers of blood stretching a thousand li—how could an ordinary man like Chen Qingtian possibly endure it?

Because Lu Cenyin once wanted to get a pair, I stopped her; she had asked me in exasperation why I wouldn't let her, and I replied that they'd easily scratch me.

Steady and deliberate, you may not guarantee becoming a deity, but becoming a Starlord of the Chaomu Realm is still very possible.

After consuming the Yinming Fruit, Wei Chen's eyesight was greatly enhanced; even now, with the dusk dark and the mist cleared, Wei Chen could see every detail of the dense forest with perfect clarity.

In truth, we are merely different branches on the same tree; a sudden storm may blow us all in the same direction, but after the gale passes, each branch grows in its own unique way, each destined to bloom and bear fruit for itself.

Just now, Gu Zhan's fist intent shattered Meng Weixiao's left foot—he saw it clearly from the stars.

This is like a tangled ball of thread; if you pull hard now, it will only tangle further. Only by slowly untangling it can you hope to unravel it.

You Jue felt his earlier kick had been too light, so he ground his foot hard onto You Jue's, to let his brother know that seduction isn't done this way—it easily provokes revulsion.

Yu stepped forward, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the rising smoke making his narrow eyes squint.

But the day of bestowal has not yet been set; it must wait until most sect members return before it can be decided.

Qin Ning and Zhou Zheng hurried to steady the table legs, afraid the old man's excitement might knock it crooked.

And what awaits these sisters in the future is prison life lasting anywhere from several years to as long as twenty years.

Killing the Dragon Tomb—even if Long Kun himself would be severely punished by the Dragon Clan elders—once the deed was done, finding another candidate for clan chief among the Dragons seemed impossible except for Long Kun.

Half a year ago, after Bi Bo Immortal emerged from Kunlun Xu, though besieged by the Never-Aging Immortal Mountain's followers, at the last moment Yu Shan Immortal Mother descended, rescued Bi Bo Immortal, and took her back to Yu Shan.

Yue Lingwan, Xue Qing, Zhao Yinian, and Li Yuling each voiced their stance; soon after, Song Yunyang, Ji Yang, Fan Jingwei, and Tang Xiujie also expressed their intention to temporarily reside in the company dormitory.

Yu Xuanpei's acting issues have consistently delayed filming progress, so he has not shot many scenes yet.

Clearly, this commander is the host or judge of this non-commissioned officer selection; as for Ouyang Bo and the three Grand Commanders, their status naturally precludes them from personally serving as host or judge.

Shangguan Yunyao also stepped forward without hesitation, summoning a long sword, a desolate sword aura coiling around his body.

He galloped like a flying thing, his knights following close behind, riding southwest with him; after five or six li, fire erupted in the direction of Yang Village.

Thus, He Daoren led Li Zhaoyuan into the passage, and Qingfeng Mingyue followed behind into the formation.

At that moment, an unusual voice rang out: the elegant middle-aged sword cultivator, though smiling, clearly spoke with pointed opposition toward Zhao Jiuge.

Shangguan Yunyao also returned to the courtyard; with the remaining time, he did not rush to break through, but continuously stabilized his cultivation, pursuing steady progress.

Li Zhaoyuan's body gradually regained its original skin tone, no longer the previous translucent, crystalline clarity. This change, unless one possessed special divine insight, could not be detected by anyone.

Indeed, as Feng Ni had predicted, Liang Yu had not missed this golden opportunity to eliminate Feng Ni; right now, he was perched on a tree branch four to five hundred zhang away, silently observing Feng Ni's every move.

"Hahaha, still not yielding?" The commander struck again and again, still muttering something as he did.

The biting northeast wind blew without warning; snowflakes arrived slowly, yet blanketed the air in drifting drifts.

Times are not what they once were; this is no longer the era when every scheme, fair or foul, aimed to overthrow the Jie Sect. Huang Long may have no shame, but the Chan Sect simply cannot afford to lose face now.

From above, with the wind at their backs, and the cavalry charging straight into the arrow range, a rain of arrows felled nearly a third of the cavalry; the remaining survivors screamed and wheeled back in retreat.

Precisely because it was dirty, chaotic, and poor, this place could still accommodate impoverished families like A You's to live in the city. Had it been spacious mansions, the nobles and high officials would have seized it long ago.

Instantly, a series of cracking sounds erupted from their bodies, as if every bone had been reset.

"Actually, we could categorize them—send the most important people to the rear first," another American officer said more obliquely.

Zhang Wei had reached the booth and was about to sit down when Lin Kuo grabbed him, tightening the handcuffs.

Xiao Ning was truly exhausted; just contemplating the truths within the Great Wild Goose Pagoda had drained him, and then came the thousand-li flight for survival—he was utterly worn out.

A knock interrupted Liang Bing's words; Nan from the doorway opened the door. No one was seen outside—only a microphone and a camera were pushed in first.

Among the majority of second-generation rich who are widely looked down upon by society, there are always some who wish to prove themselves, such as.

Turning around, seeing Lin Kuo with an excited expression, Zhang Wei gave him a helpless look.

Yaoya Sword was given to Li Qinglian; Can Ren Mace was unsuitable for use now, so Xiang Gangtian could only draw a common sword.

Slowly, night fell; we ate something simple in the car, though what we cared about most was the situation in Jiangdong.

"Indeed, you're adroit and quick to understand—I didn't misjudge you. Dismissed!" Buwubutai waved her hand, signaling me to leave.

Remember, each candidate's examination time is one shichen, and judging by the length of this queue, there are at least tens of thousands.