Chapter 158

157 This is after all 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 curving again into crescents.

"Ye Zi, Shasha likes you."

"Likes me for buying that six-million-yuan house?" Fang Qingye laughed. "Such a traditional girl. Too traditional."

Bai Ou laughed too.

"Alright, let's not talk about her anymore." Fang Qing

"Indeed, gold cannot be pure, nor can man be perfect! Mr. Sun's contributions to the revolution are evident to all," Chen Ning replied.

"Enough, Taina. Let's end this discussion about men and return to the original topic," Ouyang Lei said loudly, embarrassed.

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 warriors of the Martial Emperor level could be torn to shreds in an instant!

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

Finding the old elder's singing tune was not easy; 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 the "chest."

Although Liu Chang strongly disagreed with this view, he couldn't defeat Master Gai, so he could only obediently practice swordplay.

Shi Yi stood up, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and silently told himself: "Come on!" Then he gave Sun Changjiang a victory gesture and went downstairs.

Even though Cui Feng's talent was astonishingly insane, the black-maned lions did not believe he could gain any advantage against the Seven-Colored Elk; for beings of their terrifying innate potential, 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 appearance 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; she cried out, "Wang…" Like a child returning home to family, she burst into uncontrollable sobs.

The soldiers searched until the third watch, reporting back that they had scoured the surroundings and found no trace. They deduced the hidden figure had escaped by flying beast and was beyond pursuit—so they gave up.

"No problem. If it's your policy, our Stone Village Party Committee will adopt it with nearly 100% approval," Liu Zhengxing said with a smile.

Step—because the force of this impact was insufficient, 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 afraid… Wang Qiang always beats people—he's in fourth grade and has beaten up everyone from first to fifth grade in our school; everyone's scared of him!" Guoguo gradually calmed down.

At the cave entrance, bright firelight came from ahead; they could see that outside the passage was a large cavern.

I heard Brother Liao say he was going to transform; though I didn't fully understand his words, the next second I immediately understood what Liao meant.

"Nonsense! Fellow Daoists, don't be deceived by him!" Rendeng was so furious his three spirits leapt, yet he had no rebuttal. But seeing the others' expressions, he realized only himself and two others remained unmoved.

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 forward—I'll teach you how to pick the White Dragon Source Fruit," the old man said.

After a moment, a faint medicinal 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 with some even being defective.

As those people fell unconscious, Ni Lu suddenly heard a cold, mechanical voice sound from the sky.

"Alright, light them up." Each person received a cigarette; even the seriously wounded had one lit for them. The trench filled with wisps of smoke, mingling with the smoke from burning dry branches, drifting upward and obscuring their faces, blurring their gazes.

Moreover, the Star Tower Martial Soul's ability was also unique—only one ability: spatial teleportation.

He changed out of the hospital gown, found a white lab coat in the room, put it on—there were no other clothes available in the clinic—then climbed out the window and arrived on the street.

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

Just after eliminating two, five or six more charged forward with cleavers. Chen Hao shoved his foot into the waist of the fallen thug and kicked hard forward—the man flew through the air, crashing into and knocking down the group ahead.

Zhu Kun said nothing, immediately unleashing a dragon roar; vast battle qi surged forth, his aura astonishing.

Zhao Kuangyi condensed a long-handled demon-headed blade, but it was only six feet long. The handle was round, its length nearly equal to the blade—clumsy in appearance, yet impossible to ignore or underestimate, evoking unease.

Getting him to return to the old family home was no easy task; Old Master Fu would never let him leave so easily—he seized his hand firmly as he passed by.

After autumn sowing, the weather gradually cooled, weeds grew less lush, and the farmland became relatively easier to manage during this period.

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 laughed: "Aren't the stinking fish and the plain wine you've been given—all prepared by me personally 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 Cristiano Ronaldo when he first joined Manchester United, and even surpasses 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 could do nothing—and so she had always treated her father harshly.

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