Chapter 158: 157 After all, this is just a small part of our lives, but he seems to treat it as his career

“Yeah, she even took me to dinner.” Fang Qingye told Bai Ou the entire story in detail.

After listening, Bai Ou tilted her head slightly, gazing at Fang Qingye across from her, her eyes curling into crescents again.

“Ye Zi, Sha Sha’s got a crush on you.”

“A crush on me for buying that six-million-yuan house?” Fang Qingye chuckled. “Such a traditional girl—too traditional.”

Bai Ou laughed too.

“Alright, let’s not talk about her anymore.” Fang Qing

“Mr. Huang, gold isn’t pure, and no man is perfect! Mr. Sun’s contributions to the revolution are plain for all to see,” Chen Ning replied.

“Enough about men, Taina. Let’s return to the original topic,” Ouyang Lei said awkwardly, raising his voice.

Rumor has it that the ultimate form of the Nine You Blood Demon Dog has twelve heads; at that stage, it was called the Nine You Blood Demon Wolf! Even a Martial Emperor could be torn to shreds in an instant!

“Don’t worry about me—how are our losses?” Su Lante gritted his teeth, enduring the pain in his eyes, and growled.

Finding the old elder’s singing tune was no easy task; only these musicians, whom Lü Lu had hired at great expense, could barely keep up, making Liu Chang’s singing passable. Liu Chang had long since stopped singing the Great Wind Song.

“I can’t take it anymore!” At that moment, a bandit swung his great knife and drove it straight into his chest.

Although Liu Chang strongly disagreed with this view, he couldn’t defeat Master Gai, so he reluctantly practiced swordplay.

Shi Yi stood up, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and silently told himself: “Keep going!” Then he gave Sun Changjiang a victory gesture before heading downstairs.

Even though Cui Feng’s talent was astonishingly insane, the black-maned lions didn’t believe he could gain any advantage against the Seven-Colored Elk—after all, for beings of such terrifying innate talent, even the tiniest gap in cultivation translated into a world of difference in actual power.

Liu Lingshan left home, washed off her heavy smoky makeup, shed her tight hip-hugging short skirt, and transformed back into the pure, lovely image of a high school student. She drove to the Royal Hotel. Fei Liangyan, I’ve come—you’re destined to be mine, Liu Lingshan.

Aji’s tears surged even more fiercely as she cried out: “King…” Like a child returning home to family, she burst into uncontrollable sobs.

The soldiers searched until the third watch, then reported back: they had scoured the surroundings and found no trace. They deduced the hidden figure had escaped by flying creature, making pursuit impossible, and so gave up.

“No problem—if it’s your policy, our Shitou Township Party Committee will adopt it with near-unanimous support,” Liu Zhengxing said with a smile.

Step—because the force of this impact wasn’t strong enough, it only caused Dai Faye’s palm to pause slightly, having no real effect on his attack power; the palm would still strike Ke Yuequan’s chest.

“I… I’m scared… Wang Qiang keeps beating people—he’s in fourth grade and has beaten up every student from first to fifth grade; everyone’s afraid of him!” Guoguo gradually calmed down.

Ahead of the cave entrance, bright flames glowed; they could see that beyond the passage lay a vast cavern.

I heard Brother Li’ao say he was going to transform. Though I didn’t fully understand what he meant, the next second, I immediately understood what Li’ao was talking about.

“Nonsense! Fellow Daoists, don’t be deceived by him!” Randen was so furious his three spirits leapt, yet he had no rebuttal. But seeing the others’ expressions, he realized only three of them—himself included—hadn’t been “deceived.”

Jackson signed the same massive contract as Yang Rui, hoping to prove he was worth it—but he messed it up.

“No need for formalities. Come closer—I’ll teach you how to pick the White Dragon Source Fruit,” the old man said.

After a moment, a faint herbal fragrance drifted from the elixir furnace, yet it carried a hint of charring—indicating the pills had been successfully refined, but their quality was poor, likely only low-grade, possibly even containing some flawed ones.

As those people fell unconscious, Nero suddenly heard a cold, mechanical voice echo from the sky.

“Alright, light up.” Each man received a cigarette—even the gravely wounded had one lit for them. Thin wisps of smoke rose from the trench, mingling with the smoke from burning dry branches, drifting overhead and blurring their faces, making their gazes hazy.

Moreover, the Star Tower’s martial soul ability was uniquely rare—its only ability was spatial teleportation.

He changed out of the hospital gown, found a white lab coat inside the clinic, and put it on; there were no other clothes available. Then he climbed out the window and stepped onto the street.

Director Li had intended to refuse, but seeing Yu Qing’s pitiful expression and the quiet determination in her eyes, he decided to take her along.

Just as he eliminated two, five or six more charged forward with cleavers. Chen Hao shoved his foot into the waist of the fallen thug and kicked hard, sending the man flying into the group ahead, knocking them all down.

Zhu Kun said nothing—he immediately unleashed a dragon roar, surging battle qi rushing forth with astonishing momentum.

Zhao Kuangyi conjured a long-handled demon-headed blade, but it was only six feet long. The handle was round, nearly as long as the blade itself—clumsy in appearance, yet impossible to ignore, evoking unease.

Getting him to return to the ancestral home was no easy task; Old Fu would never let him leave so easily. As he passed by, the old man firmly seized his hand.

After autumn sowing, the weather grew cooler, weeds thinned out, and the farmland became relatively easier to manage.

During the coin toss, Chen Qing continued his lucky streak as a rookie team captain, winning the opening possession for his team.

“He’s just a child—he needs protection from his mother. What are you, a grown man, jealous about?”

Meng Lang smiled: “Isn’t every stinking fish in your hand, every plain wine prepared for you, something I personally got for you?”

Only now did she realize she had brought this upon herself—but she refused to accept it. She wanted to tear Jin Xu to shreds.

In fact, Nani resembles the Ronaldo who joined Manchester United years ago—even surpassing him in performance.

Her father’s affection made Shen Yubing harbor lingering doubts about her parents’ past, but since neither her father nor her master would speak of it, she had no choice but to treat her father with coldness.

After walking for a month, the desolate landscape gradually faded; shrubs became more numerous, and villages grew increasingly dense.