Chapter 157: 156 I Am a Very Traditional Girl

"Ye Zi, have you contacted Bai Ou? She's interning at the Baker & McKenzie international law firm in the Jin Mao Tower across the river; she no longer lives at school." Quan Shasha changed the subject.

"I met her. Yesterday, I even rented a temporary place for her nearby, closer to her internship." Fang Qingye told the truth.

Quan Shasha made an "oh" sound, glanced casually again at the bed in the room, then quickly changed the topic: "A while back, you and Bai Ou went to Pengcheng to invest..."

Tang Wushuang was the first to snap out of his shock, his eyes perfectly blending venom and triumph. His purpose on this trip was known only to himself; using the excuse of avenging his son's death to swallow the Huan Dao Gate was the real priority, truly colder than a viper.

"Aixi, didn't I tell you not to speak and disturb my thoughts? I haven't finished my draft today; just be quiet." Su Li glanced sideways at Ye Siyin and said, her hands still typing endlessly on the computer keyboard.

"Seeing her like that really broke my heart. At that time, I truly hated myself. It was me, it was me who failed to protect them." As he spoke these words, tears glistened in his eyes.

"Fine, I'll make the decision and just order the set meal." Xia Penghai smiled, called the waiter over directly, and ordered a rather expensive set.

As a member of the Bai family, he had always been high and mighty, looking down on all beings; a scene of terror, fear, and confusion where his life faced a severe threat, like today, had never occurred to him before.

Although no image displayed the situation inside the hillside, Su Ye was certain that something heaven-defying existed within the hillside.

Spirit stones are divided into low-grade, mid-grade, and high-grade; high-grade are the purest and most valuable, equal to one hundred mid-grade spirit stones or ten thousand low-grade spirit stones.

With his hands behind his head, Zhang Mochen whistled as he went up to the second floor, leaving Qian Youyou and the other three with shocked expressions. Was this still a place for sleeping? Wasn't he afraid of ghosts?

After a detailed investigation of the scene, it was not until the afternoon that Wang Binghui and the others withdrew their team, transporting all the collected evidence and the Tiger King's corpse back.

The audience can see the challenger's performance on the challenge platform, but the challenger is shielded from the outside world and cannot receive any information from outside.

Having finished speaking, he walked towards the Mercedes without looking back. The two people beside him glared fiercely at Zhou Ming and Zhan Lang for a few moments but said nothing, instead following him onto the Mercedes and leaving.

Even those ferocious animals, lions, tigers, and birds of prey, did not attack Yan Yi and Ji Hanyan; instead, they began to run wildly inside the secret chamber.

The voice transmission was still ongoing when the Claw Beast walked towards the rear dormitory; by the time the words fell, the wooden door had closed.

Having found the ninety-nine-seeded Prajna Grass Fruit his master wanted, He Wu was satisfied and prepared to retreat, but just then, his eyes swept over the nest of crocodile eggs covered in mud water. Immediately, he raised an eyebrow, for he saw that on one of the crocodile eggs, the mud water had dried into a crust, quite different from the rest.

The problem was, where could Ye Hua find a thousand helpers? If he had such connections, he wouldn't have lived so miserably in his past life. Ye Hua thought left and right but could come up with no solution, so he simply said, 'To hell with it! I'm not doing this!' and then turned around, leaving this place to return to Bone Town.

The job title 'Militia' sounds very ordinary, but its job characteristics seem quite good at first glance, appearing to be an all-around class, but games require class balance; being all-around equals being unable to do anything! The so-called all-around class, while having no obvious weaknesses, excels in no single aspect.

Originally, the Grand Master of the Teutonic Order could be considered a lifetime position; once appointed to this post, one would only step down if killed in battle or too old to fight on the battlefield.

Indeed, these two had also received the news; their eyes were swollen red like peaches. Even though they had put on magnificent robes and applied heavy makeup to enter the palace, they could not hide the full face of sorrow.