Chapter 188: A Good Person

If one says that other people's lives are merely a gently undulating wave, then Yu Leyao's life is a massive parabola.

Her childhood family conditions were not good; her father and mother got up early and stayed up late every day doing business.

Still, back then her father loved her, her mother doted on her; though poor, the days were lived very happily.

Until the year she entered the third grade of elementary school, when her family suddenly became rich—rich enough to buy her many new clothes, rich enough to let her learn painting.

Don't look at how Zhou Yu only has ninth-rank strength; even the number-one commander Li Jing respects Zhou Yu greatly. The main reason is that in several matches, Zhou Yu was always the one who nearly defeated him, and Li Jing greatly admires this handsome Zhou Lang as well.

Actually, this was a good chance to slip away, but for some reason, he kept feeling he had to meet the serpentine flood dragon in the deep pool.

The youth suddenly agreed so readily, which was beyond Chan'er's expectations; in her heart, the youth should have been a deeply suspicious person.

Su Yu's network has already been constructed; with these one hundred and fifty Parasites existing here, his strength can be further enhanced.

At this moment, Qiong Xiao lazily called out that she was hungry, then actually pinched the health-preserving medicinal liquid on her hand with jade fingers and sent it into her mouth.

Although the crowd could not quite understand it, they somehow felt the meaning in Yun Feng's words could not have been more obvious.

Shanshan took her big shot's reminder very seriously; she immediately called back quite a few Black Iron Dwarves who were out mining, brought along a full thirty of them, and together entered the refining room to begin forging equipment.

People in the industry didn't buy it—last time Warner Bros. said they hadn't tampered with the box office data, but judging from the box office drop, it still felt like something was off.

Palace gauze thin as a cicada's wing, clinging to skin that seemed to break at a breath, coupled with a few coquettish, alluring poses, made everyone's gaze go hazy.

Just then, a voice suddenly came from before Yang Jian; then Yang Jian saw Zhong Wu Yan holding a heavy hammer in her hand, watching him warily.

Revenge? What's the use of revenge? Will the dead come back to life if we take revenge? But apart from revenge, Bai Xue could think of no other way to comfort the living.

Yang Jian walked to a fork in the road, looked at three identical paths and was at a loss; recalling what Old Master had once said, he headed into the leftmost path.

By the time these three old judges had finished eating that steamed fish tail, they glanced at each other, and the result was they gave a telepathic 98 points.

Looking at the KTV that had already become an ice sculpture, Su Yun simply could not believe his glasses—what kind of blizzard would this take?

Chen Chuliang understood: his old man had benefited from the great opportunity presented by the entire macro environment. So he stopped interfering with whether his old man lived in a villa or not—how his old man walked his own path was his own opportunity. Of course Chen Chuliang hoped his old man would go higher and higher; he himself would benefit too.

Zhao Yan stood at the ink-colored lattice window, looking at the slender bamboo grove outside, but in his ears he heard the voice transmitted by the sensing insect.

Still, Chen Chuliang also took into account the foreknowledge of rebirth—probably wanting to make this world the same as his previous life. Those classic games that had once swept the trend, he wanted to bring them all out and give the entire Huaxia netizens the experience.

"Roar." While the Great Wall garrison was fighting the Demon Seed army, a sudden enormous howl spread across the entire Great Wall; half of the Great Wall garrison's soldiers were actually shattered to pieces by that roar.

Above his head, a golden-yellow goshawk suddenly appeared, letting out a piercing cry in midair.

In the billion-dollar deal with Huang Xuedao, the remaining six hundred million—before Huang Xuedao left with the not-quite-dead Huang Zilong, he said the money would arrive first thing tomorrow morning when the bank opened.

At this very moment, the fierce battle between Wang Guojun and the Anglu people within the city undoubtedly dragged countless innocent civilians into the disaster. Along the way, Qi Fei heard quite a few ordinary citizens' cries for help; unfortunately, Qi Fei was no bearer of righteousness and paid no heed to these people's desperate struggles—but this time he stopped.