Chapter 316: The 33rd and 34th Volumes of Honghuang Romance Are Now Available

They first entered a store selling clothing for middle-aged and elderly people.

It was Huang Qingya's suggestion.

She said: "Let's buy a few sets of New Year clothes for Uncle and Auntie first?"

Cao Sheng had no objection; before his rebirth, he had been accustomed to buying new clothes for his parents every New Year.

The two entered a women's clothing store, and while Huang Qingya was picking out clothes for Cao Sheng's mother, she asked casually: "What day are you planning to go home for the New Year this year?"

Cao

The Wei Emperor had always been wary of the Zhu family; after being asked this by them, he felt his authority challenged and was deeply displeased.

The seal handle showed signs of manual movement; one end was locked tightly to the long table and could not be taken away by the contestants. Wu Jin picked up the seal and lightly stamped it on the back of the maze ticket.

Ye Qianchong knew Xi Che respected his father and was very filial, but seeing them interact for the first time, he felt a sense of distance and formality between them.

Wu Jin swiftly pulled his head back and happily used the boss's dagger trajectory to tear off two more layers of the dress.

Of course, she, wearing a dress she designed herself, with the entire outfit costing less than a thousand yuan, looked rather shabby at this party.

Feiyu stared at Ai Li's smile, gradually becoming entranced; he sat quietly to one side, watching her wait with eager anticipation for the start.

As soon as the host finished speaking, the entire venue fell silent, followed by a chorus of boos—the atmosphere became extremely awkward.

Given Qin MoShang's jealous nature, hearing another man's name from her lips would surely make him sulk silently again.

Huai Zhen listened carefully, then delivered the previously translated stack of manuscript pages from the Old San Francisco Medical Records to the newspaper office.

Originally, I had been a cultivator from Earth, reaching the Great Ascension realm after three hundred years of cultivation—a true child of heaven—yet always labeled a Demon Lord by those "orthodox" sects; I never expected that after failing my heavenly tribulation, I would be reborn. Is this heaven's way of giving me a second chance?

Early the next morning, Zhou Yao was woken by Bai Ningyan; he glanced at the time—it was just past five.

"Young Master, there was poison in that tea." Liu Lin, weaker in cultivation, was now unsteady on his feet.

"The cultivation technique you practice is simple—I can tell just by looking. Go back and review it again," Lin Han said with a smile.

We four were the first to sense it; soon after, the chieftains of the other three great families appeared beside us—the master of the evil spiritual force arrived as well.

The clang of clashing weapons rang out; the power stone's ten percent strength produced only scattered sparks upon the chain, leaving no trace whatsoever.

To facilitate spiritual energy storage, cultivators wear a device resembling jewelry, which also serves as proof of their Yin-Yang Master status granted by the Netherworld to Jie Sect cultivators.

After Shao Dong finished speaking, Wu Wei was truly stunned—he had never heard such a theory before; to put it mildly, it overturned his previous understanding of the police profession.

At this moment, he realized his body had somehow changed, though he didn't know whether it was related to the Snow Spirit Pill.

The incineration process is fully automated via computer control, with a secondary combustion chamber designed to keep each stage of combustion in its optimal state.

Because their CEO, Gu, now looked as if he were dissatisfied.

After Qiao Xingchen pursued them in this manner, our CEO Gu did not directly acknowledge his own behavior just now.

Zhang Hanyan smiled politely, led the three into the room, gave a few instructions, then slipped out.

"Anomaly? Hmph, if he's not content being Captain in his Dingzi Camp, why has he come to Guanxi District? Does he want to die?" The voice carried a hint of hidden anger, along with contempt and disdain—utterly domineering.