Chapter 214: 214 Your Preferences Are Very Important

Fang Qingye did not expect the Ele. me team to approach his company.

It was truly a bit surprising.

Seeing that Fang Qingye remained silent in the video, Bai Ou thought he did not understand what business this team was in, so she said again:

"Ye Zi, you might not be clear about this food delivery service. Our school has one too; you just place an order online or make a phone call, and they will deliver the meals to your dormitory. Especially boys, who are quite lazy, really love this meal delivery."

The body sizes of the Ancestral Dragon, the Sky-Swallowing Kunpeng, and the Heavens-Piercing Demon Ape were all enormous; merely standing there, they were like three ten-thousand-zhang high mountains, carrying a heavy pressure.

Wu Yun explained, "Because shortly after that, just before I was to enter middle school, I had an accident and suffered a severe head injury. Look..." He lifted the hair on the side of his head, revealing a terrifying scar.

More and more martial artists arrived at the outskirts of the Misty Forest, wanting to explore the ruins in the center, but the entire Misty Forest had been sealed off by the major sects and noble families.

Jiang Yu had no choice and began to flee towards the Sui Mountain direction; although that place was not an extreme land of calamity, it was far from peaceful. Rumors spoke of a great power falling mysteriously there, perhaps offering a sliver of a chance for survival.

Their thoughts were simple: they believed that since they lived long enough, they could lie dormant temporarily, and after ten thousand years when Li Qing died, they could vie for the world and contend for the supreme authority.

"What do you mean?" From the doorway, one could only see a wooden cabinet. At this moment, Lie Huo had retreated several steps, moving even further from the door than before. Seeing him at a loss, Misty asked a question.

"Who is it, daring to cause trouble in my Ouyang Zhi's courtyard?" Immediately, a furious roar came from inside.

Thus, the Flame Emperor left the rice and millet for them, then, carrying a few pieces of pottery and millet on his back, he left the Red Wing Tribe and walked all the way back.

Feng Xin glanced at Feng Wuying, hesitated for a moment, and still nodded, but her expression, looking at Xu Tian's figure, was filled with pity; Feng Xin could not bear to see the strong bully the weak.

However, the expanding explosion unexpectedly dissipated into an amber "torrent" flowing in all directions. For this, Liu Xing had no choice but to place himself within the "torrent," using his power of existence to consume the existence of the "torrent."

Having not done this for so long, Han Chunhong worried her skills might decline; fortunately, her son ate very happily, so it seemed her skills had not declined.

"Hehe, encountering an opponent like Brother Tao is unavoidable; Wenwen, try to think positively. Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future; take it slow." Heng Shao, a ball partner nearby, heard this and came over to comfort her.

Chen Zui did not understand music, but a beauty is like jade; even if he did not understand the beauty of the piano piece, just this scene was enough to make him intoxicated.

"This official told you to keep Hu Zhengqing's confession for this very reason!" The county magistrate took a delightful sip of fragrant tea.

Ouyang Yi was absolutely not someone to be trifled with! Did he really want to offend the person who might bring disaster upon Northern Yue because of her?

The board members quietly watched Ji Siyu. They could not guess what punishment the widow of Zhong Lisheng would mete out to his brother: would she let him off the hook, or wipe him out completely?

Wu Song let his left hand drop gently. "Wa!" Everyone gasped in shock; Wu Song was already holding a stone with one hand. He exerted force in his arm, lifted it upward, and tossed the stone two zhang high.

But who was it that just knocked on his door? Gao Qing hurriedly closed the door, leaning against the back of it, his face covered in sweat, completely terrified.

"I have a good idea!" Zhusha seemed to suddenly think of something and blurted it out immediately.

Wherever it passed, people would occasionally fall down with a cry and die on the spot, as if responding to the summons of the God of Death; that scene was simply terrifying to the extreme.

With Song Ersheng's depth of scheming, how could he let children like Mi Meng see anything? Meng Ben, theoretically, also had deep scheming, but he was probably too happy to hold back. Song Ersheng had long noticed the darting glances of Mi Meng and the others, but since Meng Ben was so happy now, it was fine. So she did not remind him of anything.