Chapter 460: Work Arrangements

"Brother Shen, eat an orange."

Wei Suhua saw Shen Siyuan finish his phone call and immediately rushed over.

"So kind, offering favors without cause—either you're up to no good or plotting theft. Do you want something from me? Let me tell you, I can't do it."

Shen Siyuan said this with his mouth, but still picked up an orange from the table and began eating it.

"Can you help get President Shen to cooperate and film a few videos?" Wei Suhua clasped her hands together and pleaded.

Shen Siyuan put a segment of orange into

That smile was like spring flowers just blooming, carrying a touch of pride and relief, mixed with anticipation and determination for the future.

The Death God Special Operations Team had listened to "new knowledge" all morning; now every brain cell was in a state of thirst.

The Sixth Prince smiled wickedly: "Don't worry, we have already put this matter on the agenda! Didn't we receive news and rush to help you first?"

Because they understood that today's key lay not in the Three-Tailed Beast, but in who the ninja from the Hidden Leaf Village was.

In the current Hidden Leaf organization, the Ninja Academy has not yet been separated independently, but remains under the Research Department.

He also threw some into the pot; just now they could be scooped out to eat. Seeing Yang Fan sit down and start cooking, he scooped some more from the pot and put them into his bowl.

He directly stepped into the Great Martial Ancestral Court, arrogantly demoting the entire Great Martial Ancestral Court to lowly commoners of the lower realm, trapping Wu Qingcheng inside, unable to live if she wanted to live, unable to die if she wanted to die.

He thanked the other party for their kind reminder, which also gave her very useful hints, then left with Su Yixin.

In comparison, for Xu Heng, the brief cultivation life in the Qiming Academy was indeed an unforgettable time, but to say he had any feelings for Xuanwei, or even always considered himself a disciple of the Qiming Academy, was absolutely impossible.

The Sixth Prince sighed lightly, somewhat dejectedly: "It's just that these gu insects are hard to plant on people; as long as the person being planted with the gu has any resistance, the gu insect will not attach itself."

"By the way, why did you suddenly disappear back then? You didn't even say goodbye, making me sad for a long time!" Nanfang secretly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and changed the subject.

Huang Li could not figure it out; the only thing she could do now was collect more evidence to make Wang Xuanlong obediently and wholeheartedly convinced.

"What exactly happened?" At this moment, the classmates who had been gathering and laughing happily all turned their heads, focusing their attention on the two organizers of the Christmas Eve birthday party.

Shi Yan felt somewhat awkward, while Wang Tao said: "Be careful, or I won't let you off." Although somewhat stern, he said it with a smile.

"Wah-ha-ha!" Xiu Lin and the others suddenly froze; that laughter was too familiar. Who else could it be but Chi You?

With this finger strike, the passage immediately shook violently, yet suffered no damage whatsoever.

"Daddy..." Kovac's massive body seemed to be electrocuted, frozen stiff by this unconscious call.

Hearing his words, Shi Yan looked up at the sky; it was noon. Then he said to the herbs: "Hmm, let's go." After speaking, he looked around, then took the herbs and walked toward a bun shop beside the street.

Seeing that he had failed twice in a row to knock down the seemingly fragile youth before him, Brother Biao flashed a cold light in his eyes and said: "Interesting, then I'll play with you properly!" Saying this, his body moved; his right fist arrived before Wang Xuanlong, while his left arm simultaneously swung toward his neck.

Peng Hao remembered his sister's words before departure: "Third Brother, just go ahead; I will arrange everything in advance!" A trace of worry crossed his eyes as he said: "The county government office, find Ma Ji'er." After speaking, he cracked his whip to urge the horse, and several riders galloped through the rain once more.

If Ye Shaohong hadn't pushed me away, if the one who got hit had been me, it absolutely would not have been like Ye Shaohong, with only a superficial injury.

I didn't know if Song Cheng would come out to chase me; my heart grew even more anxious as I hurriedly shuttled through the green shade.