Chapter 625

Wu Yutong also clearly sensed that Chen Mo had unusual feelings toward her. Though she had once longed for his attention and care, her heart now belonged entirely to Wu Yulin, leaving no room for anyone else.

Everyone turned back and thought about it—indeed, it was just as Ren Yao had said; what was the true purpose of this competition called "Hillside Hunting"?

Both sides remained silent; whoever spoke first lost half the battle—that was the basic rule of negotiation. Even before any words were exchanged, the negotiation had already begun, and the first to lose composure was the arrogant second-generation scion with his haughty demeanor.

Gong Ren jumped at the sound—wasn't that the voice of his sworn brother Wei Jinshan? Why was he here? He quietly nudged Xi Pin. The two of them strained their ears to listen as Wei Jinshan spoke with the man named Liang Gong.

In fact, not just Chen Haoran, but all senior members of Qidao were quite fond of this new addition—wherever he was, laughter was never absent.

After waiting a while, Wei Yan and Pu Yuzi suddenly found themselves in the quietest place on earth; the roaring noise of the waterfall that had filled their ears moments before had vanished entirely into boundless silence.

Yingying: "Because Yingying feels you're just like my brother, and you care for me so much—no one ever asked about me before, and you even gave me such a beautiful gift."

Saying this, he extended his hand; Zhang Yun promptly shook Chen Fei's hand. After a few brief words, the elevator arrived.

The banquet ended; it was said this was only one-fifth of Rod's birthday dinner, and its opulence left Anna awestruck.

Bradley didn't want to meddle in more affairs; after all, survival of the fittest meant existence was inherently justified. If Heaven itself didn't intervene, he certainly wouldn't. No matter how vast the oceans of the world, Bradley took only one dip—enough was enough.

"Then thank you." Li Yun picked up the urn; a crimson thread connected it to some distant place.

The hot pot broth here was richly flavored, and all the ingredients were fresh. Wang Yi ate a few bites, then confidently added more dishes, and began sharing travel stories with Liu Zhongnan and Tang Ran, while listening to them recount the customers they'd met during their apartment sales. Amid laughter and chatter, nearly two-thirds of the hot pot ingredients were consumed.

Xu Jing, the perpetually oblivious brute who always forgot he was injured, actually cared about his wound?

On closer inspection, the walls held large wall-mounted LCD TVs playing soothing light music; several attendants wore uniform outfits, appearing professional and orderly.

Everyone stood frozen, utterly stunned, minds blank from shock—no one could fathom how the entire train had caught fire, let alone burned to this state! Where were the people? What happened to the many escort soldiers and Hande Clan warriors stationed on the train?

The two didn't realize when they'd arrived at the opera house entrance; far across the stage, the drama had reached its climax, and the audience's gasps and cries rose and fell, impossible to ignore.

In that moment, she suddenly felt he was impossibly distant—she could see him, yet couldn't touch him; it felt unreal, as if he didn't belong to this world at all.

The MP44 assault rifle's power surpassed the Thompson submachine gun; at every moment, Captain Red Skull felt a prickling dread on his back—a warning that danger was everywhere.

As she spoke, her eyes grew wild, slowly turning red; a cold killing intent spread like snow stained with blood in winter—the wind was icy, sharp, and brimming with cruel slaughter.

Yet so many Reichsmark banknotes were nothing but worthless paper; the war was clearly nearing its end, and as a defeated nation, the Third Reich's currency was, of course, worthless.

Even, to obtain the good feelings Zhang Zhendong gave her, she was willing to sell her body and soul to him.

Wang Ping and Wang Xianglan trembled as they shrank back; seeing this, Shen Mingzhe was furious. He returned to his room and called Lu Zhisheng, the deputy director in charge of the Public Security Bureau, ordering him to arrive at the villa within five minutes.

When the World-Ending Elder fled near the Snowland Divine Dragon Army's encampment, the frontier garrison's powerful cultivators stirred and ambushed him from the camp, joining the pursuers behind; together, they drove the World-Ending Elder and his allies into desperate straits. Only with the protection of some powerful cultivators did the World-Ending Elder manage to escape.

In the center of the battlefield, the Dragon King activated his skill Star Sky Surge, then instantly used his ultimate, Star String High Fall, pushing back Poppy and Li Wen's Lux. Simultaneously, he coordinated with Vel'Koz's landing to continuously deal damage, while Karma and Tahm Kench, forced to retreat from Li Wen's Lux, were chased and slashed by the enemy's top laner Shen.

Returning to the government dormitory, Shen Mingzhe saw the light in his room faintly glowing; again, he felt moved. Zhou Lingxue, though only on annual leave, fully carried out her duties as a wife. A pang of emotion stirred in Shen Mingzhe's heart.

"Eastern Defiance! A peerless figure no weaker than the Thunder Demon!" Lei Xing said with grave seriousness.

The losing team will be eliminated from the tournament. Next, the winner of the third match will receive the first-seed position; the loser will receive the second-seed position.

"How do you know so much about my affairs?" Han Chengli paused, snapping back to awareness.

Hearing the aquarium was his, and that Zhang Zhendong hadn't come to solicit donations, Zhang Zhendong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn it, how did he know?" Kang Li gritted his teeth. He had indeed planned to use his breakthrough to rupture the defense—but Yi Yang's preemptive preparation rendered Kang Li's plan dead before it could even begin.

Bai Heming sighed deeply, his figure flickering as he landed in an unremarkable corner, silently waiting for the right moment.

She had initially resisted, but it was useless; eventually, she let Mingnan take her, allowing him to do as he pleased.

I burned the student IDs, business licenses, and brochures too; after confirming everything was reduced to unrecognizable ash, I began packing my clothes.

"Northeast Tigers are too high-class for us—we can't handle it. Even if I ate dozens of pounds of meat a day, I still couldn't afford meat dishes more than a few times a month." I put down my hand and laughed.

I don't know if it was the boss's sauce or Zhang Jie's technique, but one of the shop's signature dishes is pickled vegetables—many customers, after finishing their meal, always order another serving.