Chapter 241

Nie Jingjing, smiling, stared at Jiang Xiaoshuang's uneasy expression for two seconds, then chuckled and shook her head. "You take me too seriously—I was just joking. But judging by your face, you like him, don't you?"

Having worked in the office for several more years, her ability to read people was clearly strong.

She saw through Jiang Xiaoshuang's thoughts at a glance.

Jiang Xiaoshuang's cheeks flushed slightly as she shook her head in denial. "No! Don't talk nonsense! He's just my alma mater classmate."

Usage restriction: Cannot mimic the appearance of any person who has ever existed in this world. The realm and aura acquired after assuming the appearance cannot exceed the current realm.

The country bumpkin exchanged his chips, then approached Lao Jiu. Lao Jiu pointed at the boss who constantly lost more than he won, whispered a few words to the bumpkin. The bumpkin nodded, gathered his courage, and shouted, "Make way! Make way!" as he pushed his way to the table.

In contrast, Fang Cheng's aura was far inferior. Though he desperately tried to appear noble, his true demeanor revealed a stark difference.

Huo Xincheng arrived at an incredibly lucky time—these tasks refresh once a month, and today happened to be exactly the refresh window, making it the busiest time of the month.

Fang Cheng stared in surprise at the orange juice before him. This wasn't the past—this was after the biochemical virus outbreak. For this guy to serve him orange juice was something Fang Cheng never expected, and he was deeply startled.

Seeing this, Wangyue sighed helplessly. The Three-Headed Hell Hound whimpered pitifully, putting on a forlorn expression—but paired with its ferocious, demonic face, it only looked even more terrifying, causing the five to instinctively step back.

Blood on the guillotine had soaked the ground like a recent rain of blood. The severed heads were tossed into a wicker basket beside them—a basket three chi wide and four chi tall—already filled to the brim with two heads, blood seeping continuously from its cracks.

If you're naturally whole-limbed, regrowing them is easy—but to wish for limbs to grow from birth is pure fantasy.

Among the few county soldiers, officers like Bi Bu Sima had attended the banquet without armor. Even if they carried personal weapons like longswords, they were no match for Du Dao Mizi. In the pitch darkness, they couldn't even see who their attacker was before being slashed or wounded outright.

The abbot of Tianyin Temple, Pu Hong, had just stepped out of the meditation chamber with a group of fellow monks, only to freeze in shock at the ten thousand wind element troops filling the sky.

But pleas were useless—the force brimming with killing intent struck directly against the illusory figure.

After thinking for a moment, Luo Cheng still hoped they would continue contacting his workplace—if they still couldn't reach him, then he'd consider other options.

At that moment, a loud voice rang out from outside, startling the cultivators in the Grand Ancestral Temple, who immediately rose and rushed out to greet it.

The old fan still had half a sentence unspoken: his grandson was also unfortunate, because he would very, very rarely ever see another player as dazzling as Bai Ye again.

Ye Bei didn't understand why the other side went through such trouble—given his power, Wang Captain had no ability to resist.

Hadai struggled hard, and the Daoist Priest tightened his grip, making Hadai grimace in pain. The Captain beside him, seeing this, charged forward swinging his fists. The Daoist Priest's leg techniques were sharp—he bent his knee and kicked out, sending the Captain tumbling down.

Gongsun Zan and Yuan Shao settled their victory at Jieqiao—though not at the same time, it was the same place.

The main problem was that Lin Yi's company relied entirely on his father's support; there were few usable people, let alone anyone qualified to draft contracts.

Hearing Luo Cheng's question, Shen Han had no reason to hide the truth—she refused a salary because she looked down on that small amount. After all, someone like her, appearing out of nowhere, could never expect a high salary even if she demanded one.