Chapter 133: 132

132 "Director Fang, let's cooperate."

The cotton futures market, which had been relatively unremarkable, staged a dramatic scene: two days ago, the bulls surged with unstoppable momentum, slamming through two limit-up boards in a row; but when the third limit-up appeared, the bulls ran out of steam and were struck a heavy blow by the bears, crashing straight from limit-up to limit-down!

Immediately after came three more long bearish candles. The bulls not only lost all their ground, but the price was driven straight down to 11,000 yuan.

The bears won a decisive victory.

Haha, we're just playing with heart-pounding thrills!

Night fell.

When Yan Yiyi woke up yesterday, no one was there except Ye Luo; but today, she saw quite a few people.

This stirred Nan Yang Wang Zhu Can's thoughts into activity, and he prepared to mobilize a massive army once again to attack the Central Plains.

It seemed inevitable that Team Tang Mingming would win; the only suspense was who would be awarded the MVP of this match.

"Playing one round is fine, but if you have the guts, don't let Ouyang Yu from your class take the field!" Sun Renshou replied.

Jiang Xiaodong took a deep drag on his cigarette and began to slowly recount the events that occurred before and after the child's birth.

"Haha, Brother Yang has made his move! Look at Brother Yang's divine hook!" Deng Guo now began to shout excitedly.

Although Carter did not make such a choice, it was better to be safe than sorry. With a basic attack followed by a click, Carter flashed back under the tower, but could only watch as that sliver of health was gradually whittled away until the screen turned black and white.

As for the losing side, they would forfeit the precious land of Nanyeyuan for that year; the winning side could graze livestock there, dry goods, or stack firewood and hay without any interference. Once the second year arrived and the land had recovered through rest and regeneration, the struggle would begin anew.

Though they would not speak such words aloud, matters often work through subtle influence; once the seed of "deceit and breaking faith with others" is planted in their hearts, then it will be disastrous.

In an instant, the abbot watched the Tang army's movements, realized Li Shimin was not exaggerating to frighten the audience, and his heart immediately leaped to his throat.

"Phantom Spirit Ice Python!" A Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivator near the ship's rail suddenly darted to the middle of the deck, speaking with a look of panic.

"What does it matter? Just ask me when you're free. Ah, no!" After Zi Yun finished speaking, he changed his mind, which left the Heavenly Secret Old Man hanging with his appetite whetted.

The dragon father immediately widened his eyes and examined the inscription once more carefully, but the name above was still Long Zheng. As he gazed and gazed, two lines of tears flowed from the old man's eyes; what could be more heartbreaking for parents than the white-haired sending off the black-haired?

Seeing Wu Wei in such a state, Mu Zixi, this spotless white magnolia flower, finally could not hold back; she could clearly feel that Wu Wei had always regarded Wang Xiao as her lover, and since she herself shared the same feelings as Wu Wei, why should she lose to her?

Their conversation clearly reached Jiang Rui Xuan's ears; when he heard the two words "do not love," which were so clear and cold, his body stiffened noticeably, a desolate smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his face instantly turned pale. So this was her true feeling.

Bai Jie let out a frustrated sigh and proceeded along the underground palace; suddenly, his shadow vanished before a wall. Only when Bai Jie stepped forward did the shadow reappear.

The so-called Rouran was, in fact, merely driven by countless inevitabilities that had long been predetermined in the unseen forces of fate.

Old Lady Liu had been speaking smoothly when she was suddenly spun around in a daze; her foot stumbled, trampling the only few vegetable seedlings completely back into the earth.

Jiahe smiled, paying no mind to Tang Ruyan's roughness; in her gaze toward the other woman, that faint affection became even more evident. She took a water pitcher and two exquisite cups from under the table, poured two cups of water; the carriage moved smoothly, and the water surface rippled only gently.

He no longer knew how many days had passed; in any case, when Yang Baixiong and Taishan entered, he discovered that his injuries had already improved slightly.