Chapter 237: VIP

Hu Li and Li Zhengyang both felt as if they were so busy they were about to go crazy.

After Tang Wen walked off, he handed the remaining affairs over to Hu Li and Xu Zhengyang to manage.

The boat-rental business was registered under the name of Gai Jin Heavy Industry, and the commercial aired on television the next afternoon.

Tang Wen wasn't afraid to spend money—he directly bought half a month of ads on CCTV, as well as long ad slots on every coastal fishing province's provincial and local stations; the moment he made his move it was tens of millions, not much worse than Shi Juzhu's Brain Gold.

They wanted to cripple Yin-Yang Tiger, and Yin-Yang Tiger wanted to wipe them out—both sides unleashed their trump-card spirit techniques.

"You old fool, what talk of benevolence and righteousness is there between you and the alien race? Have you gone senile or what?" Xu Zheng cast him a glance and said contemptuously.

The Miao envoy figured it wasn't a big deal, so he told the Chimei envoy what Ayimu had just requested.

I was happy inside, but still kept my ears, nose, and heart composed to lessen my presence, so I could conveniently linger a while longer and hear more juicy gossip.

"You think why Old Luo spoke up for you? Also, you should have met that bitch by now, right? Escaping from Tang Xiu's hands—you couldn't have done it without that bitch's help, could you?" Red Aunt said with a half-smile.

The blood within Xue Shisan's body fully revived and began to boil, blazing like fire, emitting the grand momentum of ten thousand starry rivers surging forth.

Yuan Mo froze for a beat, feeling a bit nervous and worried inside, and so, as if possessed, followed Bei Cangshan away.

A voice came from within his own mind. Yes, Ning Feng could be certain. That voice had come from within his own mind.

Lu Chen strolled unhurriedly up to Cheng Lin Feng, crouched down, and looked at him with a beaming smile.

At the sight of the two sisters, Ye Zhusheng's brow furrowed, while that Zhang fellow's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth curving into a faint, elusive smile.

The moment her words fell, everyone's gaze shot toward Mei Xiang like a sharp blade. Mei Xiang frowned, her face full of puzzlement—she had no idea which sentence Gu Ling'er was referring to.

The black-robed cultivator's entire body's primal energy surged; the tiger-beast's frame swelled by thirty percent, its cultivation on par with the Fate Core realm.

It might be because of the special nature of these items that none of them required expending spiritual energy. Li Mu found it a bit strange—he had made other types of consumable cards before, and those cards all required at least some spiritual energy to use.

Li Mu didn't know whether this card-making method was reliable, but the people of this world probably wouldn't be as bored as him and have tried doing it this way. That altar was the method commonly used by the people of this world.

A-Le was a thoughtful person; he had thought of it long ago, just too embarrassed to hand it to him himself, and unwilling to let someone else deliver it.

Back when the court's lawsuit was decided, all his money had been frozen by the bank; afterward he thought he'd take one more gamble to win it back, but ended up owing yet another mountain of debt.

The things needed were basically prepared, but there was no Type 81 rifle that Chaozi wanted—nor any firearms at all. This Tang Yuanshan had come to relocate a grave, not to rob a tomb, so it was mostly routine supplies.

Faced with An An, who was completely unpretentious, capable in every way, and left no openings at all, he truly had no recourse whatsoever.

Ye Chen was startled and doubtful—this place, how could his cheap master appear? Could it be that he wanted to see him off?

Sometimes, she would also take those colorful toys, hold them in her hand, and place them at a slightly higher position right in front of the baby, drawing the baby's attention.

But the moment he twisted his waist, the arm Xiyu had raised trembled, and five bloodstains, as if sliced by a sharp blade, appeared on his chest out of nowhere—running from right below his neck all the way down to his abdomen, nearly a full meter long.

Zhang Ling had no job, couldn't do housework, couldn't even wash clothes clean, and spent money freely; the grocery money he gave her each month wasn't enough, which had long made Yang Yong swallow a bellyful of fury.

Ning Ning nodded in agreement, lowered her head to look at the coarse biscuit in her hand, and found it even harder to keep eating.