Chapter 239: Preparing to Resign

"Shen Siyuan, do you want to eat?"

Shen Siyuan, who had been burying his head in his phone, heard Tian Yunrui calling him. He raised his head, only to see him holding a pack of snacks and tossing it toward him.

Shen Siyuan hurriedly reached out to catch it, but discovered it was a small bag of beef jerky.

"You bought snacks again?" Shen Siyuan tore open the bag directly.

Tian Yunrui particularly loved eating snacks, so he often bought them online, various small snacks packed together into a large box.

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The original owner of this face is here; Qin Mingming probably wouldn't be willing to watch her get up, but would rather trample her into the mud pit.

Hearing the commotion over here, the Liu family also opened the door and came out. Hearing the village head say they were going to catch a pig, the Liu family, though furious to death, still smiled and led the village head to catch the pig, cheerfully giving a bamboo basket to hold the piglet. After all, to live in this Daqing Village, one could not offend the village head.

The sword qi wrapped in raging fire formed a huge crescent moon, carrying unstoppable sharpness, rushing straight toward Ling Chutian.

Li Mang and Xiao Shu knew each other; holding a roasted sweet potato found who-knows-where, he ignored Xiao Shu and gnawed on it with gusto.

After the banquet dispersed, Liu Dechuan and Mo Yinglan went home to rest, while the young people hurried to the second half; everyone started making calls to summon "family members."

The sharp tip of the umbrella collided with the barrier; black-red flames gushed out from the tip, and in the blink of an eye, covered and shrouded the entire barrier.

Because there was no ventilation, the Prophet's changed clothes were stained with blood again, making the whole room almost unbearable to smell; if it were Xia Tian, flies and such would surely have arrived.

"Handsome man..." Hua Xuanji leaned forward, deliberately pulling the garment on her shoulder down a little.

As the calls continued with repeated effort, Hua Xuanji counted the sound of Qi'er calling her name in her heart, using it to wake herself up each time her waist sank into this comfort.

"No more nonsense! Prepare to die!" This one was a wind-element ability user; the wind element has high concealment, and its attacks are colorless and formless, with clues only discoverable through the surging airflow, making it one of the abilities most suitable for assassination.

"Alright, I'll go locate Sima Daizi's phone right now. But after getting the address, what do you plan to do?" Xia Hou Yongyue asked, her wording very contemptuous; to others, a super-rich second-generation heir was a huge trouble, but in her eyes, it was nothing.

From the conversation among the few, it was not hard to see that Sima Guang's heart leaned toward the Sui Dynasty; his orthodox thinking was deep, believing that only Yang Gao, who received the throne from Yang Guang's hands, was the true Son of Heaven, always referring to him as Your Majesty, Son of Heaven.

By the time that moment arrived, no matter what situation arose, it would be the world of his Feng family; after all, Mo Liutao's loyalty to him was currently well understood.

"So you can use this thing to detect who should be killed?" Old Gun asked, his body trembling.

But even if it were more developed, he felt very uncomfortable now; after the anesthesia was administered, the greatest sensation was sleepiness; the human body was uncontrollable, even the tongue couldn't move, let alone the body; the whole body went soft, and the brain was so muddled it made one's hair stand on end.

If he knew that his offhand words along the way had triggered Hao Yun's murderous intent, Old Feng would surely be so depressed he'd vomit blood.

After leaving the rental room, I returned to the dormitory. As soon as I walked through the dormitory door, I was surprised to find Class Monitor Shen playing Go with Qian Haiping. Qian Haiping wore a casual suit, looking very self-satisfied. In contrast, Class Monitor Shen's face was flushed red. Obviously, Class Monitor Shen's game was unfavorable, and he was in a desperate situation.

Yao Guang Sanren's face turned slightly red; after thinking for a moment, she still rolled up her sleeves, took a plain silk ribbon from her arm, and handed it to Wang Man.

Just as the Dragon King, with a completely confused face yet full of hope, looked at this world ahead, a terrible voice suddenly exploded throughout the entire space; subsequently, a huge, incomparable monster appeared before him, extending those massive eyes to look at him.