Chapter 464: The Great Tyrant

"Here, eat this."

Lan Duoduo handed a large White Rabbit candy to Tang Tang and watched with her own eyes as Tang Tang stuffed it into her mouth.

"Is it sweet?" Lan Duoduo asked, somewhat impatient.

Because she was a ghost and could not eat herself, she now enjoyed feeding others and then asking them.

Although ghosts could taste food by consuming qi, it still could not compare to actually eating it.

Watching Tang Tang's goofy smile,

two legs shifted silently; at this moment, Xu Wan was flipping scallion meat pancakes in the iron wok and did not forget to shout at the top of her lungs.

He was now completely limp, utterly unable to fight back, and could only lie on the ground screaming at the top of his lungs.

As soon as Ye Xingxing stepped out of the teleportation gate, she saw the tall, rich, and handsome guy with his signature messy hair waiting there.

Ye Xingxing spoke this sentence very seriously; facing the tall, rich, and handsome guy's somewhat puzzled look, Ye Xingxing briefly explained the game of hunting the Demon King.

The uniform factory we want to run, although it has sewing machines and overlock machines, should still be considered handicraft.

Xiong Lu thought to herself that for an area one is not good at, even a master of lyrics and composition can easily crash and burn.

This was everyone's thought at that moment; after all, Ye Xingxing did not regret missing out on the huge sum of money from the auction of the permission to own Ye Yue Liang, but was overjoyed that she could get a Pill of Abstinence for free every day at one hundred yuan per pill.

Empress Dowager Yang drank cup after cup of tea, looking at the chaotic situation before her, her head aching terribly.

Another bloodied head rolled to the window; Xie Songzhao clicked his tongue, half-rose, and closed the window.

"Have you been to school?" Fang Jizhen, obedient as always, lay back down on the bed and asked Liu Xinyu.

As soon as the news broke, the fans were excited, screaming one after another: "Great Tomb! Brother Li really went all out this time." They had seen Yan Mo's tomb before; the monsters inside had made everyone's blood boil.

However, Yang Zhiyuan did not leave just like that; looking at the tea before him that still gave off a fragrance, his throat moved.

"I think the three words 'Cape of Good Hope' sound quite nice," Li Qianmo sighed.

Horses are not needed; buying some sheep or the like is also fine. Soldiers in training also need some meat added to make their physiques stronger.

Song Yi rushed in as soon as he heard Di Fuping's voice; sure enough, he saw Di Fuping bullying someone again. Qin Ye had just said last night that he needed to rest and recover, so Di Fuping could not ruin things.

Just then, the light sphere instantly expanded, turning into countless figures that wrapped around the black-robed man.

"How can such a thin person give birth to imperial grandchildren?" This sudden pressure to produce an heir left Chu Qing at a loss for words.

However, most had come with the attitude of watching a show; the Song family's scandal was known to all. People are just so realistic: when you are good, they stick to you and call you an ancestor; when you are not, a single casual remark can stab you to death.

Ting Shen was not like Jing Ze; Jing Ze had a good temper and a gentle personality, but Ting Shen had a violent temper.

It must be said that the spiritual communication performance of Da Huang and Da Hei during this period had completely won Li Weiguo's favor.

For Qiaomusi, he was different from other children; he longed to be recognized by his father. His father had accompanied him for half a month back then and treated him so well. Regardless of what his father actually did, he only wanted to be recognized and call him "Dad" with his own mouth.

Above the sky of Tianluo Mountain, a rainbow bridge suddenly hung across the heavens, golden flowers fell in clusters, Huang Qilin came walking on air, and a colorful phoenix soared to arrive; between heaven and earth, a thousand purple mists rose, and auspicious clouds rolled.

Although Su Mengtao wore old clothes, many people still liked her based on her appearance; now that they knew she liked to steal, it could shatter the filter and expose her true form.

Yun Nuo sewed five more stitches in a row; compared to the previous times, she was many times more proficient. After tying the final knot, she looked at her rapidly improving work and smiled with satisfaction.