Chapter 577: The Overlord CEO

The palace of Bianliang City is estimated to be five li long and four li wide.

It seems large in area, but in fact the measurement includes the so‑called "garden".

Moreover, the central bureaucratic institutions also take residence here.

Therefore, the proper places for building houses and palaces are not that large.

This explains why the palace is divided into an "inner palace" and an "outer palace".

The inner palace, where the emperor and consorts live, is very small—its length and width.

But today's actions truly made Ye Muxi feel strange. Is this still the Li Haozhe she knows?

She quickly recounted everything that happened during the day, including being locked up in the Mo family.

Upon learning this, he suddenly realized and had to admire Kailuoer's insight and his research on the Ancient River.

Wang Ben, relying on the Broken Leaf Blade Method, rarely meets opponents beyond the passes; today he encountered Cheng Bushi, a worthy talent, a match worthy of a game of chess. Wang Ben struck at Cheng Bushi's lower stance, and Cheng Bushi happened to block Wang Ben's great blade. In the back‑and‑forth, they had already exchanged over a dozen moves, yet neither showed any sign of easing.

Yu Xingran had no choice but to agree; after all, she works for others, and does whatever the boss orders.

Not to mention a treasure, even in the present Three Realms, who would truly dare call themselves "saviors of the mortal world"?

He Shuyun smiled without speaking; she knew the couple were kind‑hearted and filial, but she came this time to thank them for the items they brought last time.

"How many people do you think are currently on the Immortal‑Seeking Ferry?" Xu Qiu Xian suddenly asked Li Gu.

His tone was a bit displeased, and looking at Chen Yi's expression, it seemed as if she were being questioned; who could be happy about that?

Upon hearing this, he flicked his wrist and instantly summoned his Dao spirit, which was his Iron Anvil; watching his Dao spirit, Chu Tian smiled, his brows slightly furrowed, and spoke.

She laughed, as if with reminiscence; dazzlingly beautiful yet somehow melancholy.

I hesitated for a moment, then a horn blared; Wu Shali's car blocked the intersection, so I opened the door and got into the car with Meng Xue.

Leng Ji stared with blood‑red eyes, snarling while desperately chasing; Dongfang Bo Rao taught a round without form, and by coincidence returned to the square.

The Half‑step Great Sage's furious strike collided violently with Sword Breaks Nine Desolations, and the next moment countless terrifying energy storms erupted.

These human‑skin masks are much like the "Mu Yi" mask that Yang Jie once wore; once put on, they fit the face perfectly, so unless someone knows them very well, it's hard to discern their true identities.

"Great Emperor's Tomb?" San Wu frowned; wasn't it said that the Heaven One Realm has only one Great Emperor, the Holy Emperor?

While Mu Feng was speaking, before Bai Cang could react, he pointed a finger at his own brow; in an instant a flash of white light rose, and Mu Feng's complexion turned pale, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Only then was a third of the scattered cultivators' forces preserved; otherwise that third might have fled outright, and no one wants to gamble with their own lives.

At that moment she paced anxiously back and forth inside the house. That day she had planned to send the maid Linglan to Shen Yuebing's side, to make her a servant, and also to keep an eye on Shen Yuebing's every move.

Lao Bai sat on a stool, swinging his legs, and said harshly, "A few melons aren't worth much; are you going back to sleep? Get in the car; tomorrow I'll buy you a drink." Song Paiben's face was full of excitement, completely forgetting the haunted‑house matter.

This is exactly the aura of an artist or celebrity; under such charisma, even if they remain the same as before, they naturally exude a halo in others' eyes.

After speaking, Liu Jing sat down. At that moment Liu Jing no longer had the former noble plumpness; her face was gaunt, and her eyes were full of helplessness.