Chapter 525: Six Hundred and Fifty

Six hundred and fifty, and the brothers aren't even driving Range Rovers anymore.

They've switched to Rolls-Royces.

Jiang Nian at six hundred and ten, Li Hua was confident he could suppress him by force. Jiang Nian at six hundred and thirty, Li Hua still felt he could fight him.

Six hundred and fifty, no good.

Can't catch his breath.

"You really should die, damn it!" Li Hua's legs went weak, nearly collapsing in despair. "How... did it get to six hundred and fifty?"

"The wound of betrayal cannot heal! This doesn't even count as a wound

Only this chamber no longer resembled the secret rooms of ancient buildings, but rather a space brimming with technological flair—silver-gray walls with a soft, sleek sheen, a four-meter-high ceiling made of a translucent blue material, and the teleportation gate stood on a circular platform right at the center of the entire chamber. The platform rose above the ground, with three steps arranged in a ring around it.

But now, Mu Tian had casually given him such a precious thing, and Shang Bai Yun's hands began to tremble; he didn't even know whether he should accept it.

Gentle, leisurely, and composed—given the current situation, Gentle had already heard every last one of Second Master Hua's arrangements loud and clear. A mere Body Tempering Mirror, could he really not handle it himself?

What no one knew was that Prince Yu had volunteered to escort the Crimson Flame tribute ship here this time for another purpose entirely.

Could it be that heaven, seeing her thoughts were so bizarre, at the last moment also sent her a bizarre man?

I bared my teeth, sat down on the bar counter, then snapped my fingers at the bartender inside.

And she foolishly endured it again and again, until five years ago when she finally tore off all pretense. Only then did she learn that the world had two terms: one called "white lotus," and one called "green tea bitch."

But Zhang Wentian gave him no chance to keep acting tough. With a flick of his right wrist, the iron chain connecting the two rods wrapped around the blade. His left hand gripped the rod at the other end tightly, locking the blade tip firmly in place—and the blade tip was now only a dozen centimeters from Zhang Wentian's throat.

Xie Tingfeng entrusted important tasks to Heavenly Demon Ancestor, Blood Devourer, Blaze Demon Ancestor, Meng Qingcheng, and others, having them take charge of the empire's various key departments so that the edicts he issued could be implemented more effectively.

"Anyway, I've said my piece—believe it or not, that's up to you. Time will prove it for me!" Luo Yu suddenly felt that being pressed with questions was truly a thankless task.

Your whole family is the one that'll be in trouble, your family is the one that needs support money, needs survivor benefits—I cursed that detestable Officer Chen furiously in my heart.

It couldn't be a Black Water Mysterious Serpent—how could a mere human race possibly tame such a powerful Fallen Divine Beast?

The moment a tree root touched his hand, it burst into flames with a whoosh, burning in his grip like a fire sword. He gathered his essence and guarded the one, the sword blazing like a fire dragon, and thrust at the tentacle. Those two tentacles seemed utterly terrified of the fire sword and swiftly retreated.

"Then what should we do?" The ever-resourceful Prince Rui was now awkwardly holding his beloved wife in one arm and his beloved son in the other, at a complete loss.

If Luo Qiran's incident hadn't been so sensitive, he wouldn't even want to have any further entanglement with the Qin family.

Hua Xi burst out laughing with a "puchi." She knew he wouldn't say pretty words to coax her, but whatever came out of his mouth sounded better than sweet nothings.

Only when Wu Yang said this did Clare realize that she could actually breathe and speak in the seawater.

This pawnshop was clearly much bigger than the previous three; just looking at the décor and furnishings, it was on a different level entirely.

A chill ran through everyone's hearts—they could hear that beneath the calm voice of the speaker, a raging storm was contained, needing only a single opportunity to drown the entire northern desert.

This island had originally been uninhabited, but because people had come recently, the sounds of talking and laughter never ceased now.

He was still keeping an eye on this youth. After this richly-dressed youth accomplished the task, he waited until Qin Gang had left, then went into a shop to buy a big steamed bun to stave off his hunger—he was starving now, you have to understand he had never been familiar with this feeling of hunger.