Chapter 214: 214 Your Preferences Matter

Fang Qingye didn’t expect Eme Team to approach his company.

It was truly unexpected.

Seeing Fang Qingye silent in the video, Bai Ou assumed he didn’t understand what this team did for business, so she added:

“Ye Zi, you might not know about food delivery—our school has one too. You order online or call, and they bring the meals straight to your dorm. Especially guys, they’re lazy and love this kind of service.”

Zulong, Tiantian Kunpeng, and Tongtian Moryuan were all enormous in size; merely standing there, they resembled three ten-thousand-zhang mountains, exuding heavy pressure.

Wu Yun explained: “Because shortly after that, just before I entered middle school, I had an accident and suffered severe head trauma. Look here…” He lifted the hair on his side, revealing a terrifying scar.

More and more cultivators arrived at the outskirts of the Mist Forest, eager to explore the ruins at its center, but the entire Mist Forest had been sealed off by major sects and clans.

Jiang Yu had no choice but to flee toward Suishan. Though not an utterly deadly place, it was far from peaceful; rumors said powerful beings had mysteriously perished there, perhaps offering a glimmer of hope.

Their thinking was simple: they believed they had lived long enough to lie low for now, waiting until ten thousand years later when Li Qing died, then vie for dominion over the world and seize the supreme authority.

“How so?” From the doorway, only a wooden cabinet was visible. Liehuo had retreated several steps, now farther from the door than before. Seeing him thwarted, Mist asked.

“Who dares to cause trouble in my Ouyang Zhi’s courtyard?” A furious shout rang out from within.

Thus, Yan Di left the millet and sorghum with them, then shouldered several pottery vessels and millet and departed from the Chi Yi tribe, heading back the way he came.

Feng Xin glanced at Feng Wuying, hesitated, then nodded. But her gaze toward Xu Tian’s figure was filled with pity—Feng Xin couldn’t bear to see the strong bully the weak.

Yet the expanding explosion unexpectedly dissolved into amber-colored “floods” flowing in all directions. For this, Liu Xing had to plunge himself into the “flood,” using his existence-force to consume the flood’s existence.

After so long without cooking, Han Chunhong worried her skills had dulled, but thankfully her son enjoyed the meal—her skills hadn’t faded.

“Heh, there’s nothing you can do against Tao Ge—Wenwen, cheer up. There’ll be plenty of chances later, take it slow.” A teammate nearby overheard and came over to comfort.

Chen Zui didn’t understand music, but the beauty was like jade—even without grasping the beauty of the piano piece, the scene alone was enough to make him entranced.

“The reason I ordered you to keep Hu Zhengqing’s confession is exactly this!” The magistrate sipped his fragrant tea with satisfaction.

Ouyang Yi was absolutely not someone to be trifled with! Should I really risk angering someone who could bring ruin upon Beiyue because of her?

The directors watched Ji Siyu in silence. They couldn’t guess what Zhong Lisheng’s widow would do to his brother—would she spare him, or destroy him utterly?

Wu Song lowered his left hand gently, “Whoa!” The crowd gasped—he had lifted the stone with one hand, strained his arm, and tossed it two zhang into the air.

But who had just knocked on my door? Gao Qing slammed the door shut, leaning against it, drenched in sweat—completely terrified.

“I’ve got a great idea!” Zhusha suddenly seemed to remember something and blurted out.

Wherever he passed, people kept collapsing without warning, dying on the spot—as if summoned by Death itself; the scene was utterly terrifying.

With Song Ersheng’s depth of cunning, how could Mi Meng and the children possibly detect anything? Meng Ben was also shrewd, but perhaps too elated—he couldn’t contain himself. Song Ersheng had already noticed Mi Meng’s flickering glances, but since Meng Ben was so happy, it was fine. So she said nothing to warn him.