Chapter 173

"The two of you might as well first review the personalized development plans and accompanying resource support packages crafted for you by Jingjie Culture."

Jiang Ming handed over the contract and two project proposals, each labeled with one of their names, saying, "As founding members who joined during the company’s early days, the benefits you’ll receive will far exceed industry standards for your cohort."

The reason for prioritizing the two of you is actually very simple.

Jingjie Culture’s first goal is the LPL tournament.

On that day, in the immortal sects of the Southern Sea Lower Realm, the troubled lands were brought up again; they were granted slots on the Ruyi Plate, but this also led the major immortal sects to speculate on why the troubled lands could not achieve immortality.

Lu Linbin downed his second cup without changing expression, and seeing Li Yanyang’s reaction, he felt another surge of satisfaction.

Su Qingrou gazed at Jiangdong Yu, the center of attention on the Rainbow Bridge; his appearance had changed greatly, yet his aura felt strangely familiar.

"Thank you, Elder Brother Ye Shen, for your good wishes—Ye Yi will return as soon as possible!" Ye Yi bowed again in gratitude.

If you must explain, it’s simple: take safety, for example—the outer side is naturally more dangerous than the inner side. If a car speeds through a curve at night without slowing down and flips over, it will surely strike those on the outside, never those inside.

Can’t you see the current situation? They’ve been polite enough—just saying they won’t shoot. But if you’re still obstinate, do you think they can’t deal with you?

Doing this job, getting a feel for it, going to Hong Kong, placing a bet—it’s all good, good, good, good, baby.

They had no idea what plan Ye Feng had prepared; the current situation made it clear the temple had lost patience and was about to strike—how could they not be filled with dread for Ye Feng?

At the same time, his mental sea surged with vast spiritual force, sweeping in like a storm, drawing the internal crystals from the beast corpses into his Qiankun pouch.

His hesitation cost him time; he paced outside the county magistrate’s gate for a long while before finally stomping his foot—fortune favors the bold. If he didn’t take the risk, how could he ever get golden flowers?

Even if he could resist, this matter would surely reach the capital; when higher officials came to investigate, he’d be finished. He kept glancing at the magistrate, signaling urgently.

Wei Liang said nothing more. I stared at her hands resting between them, unsure how to reach out and hold them. Or perhaps I should realize this: Wei Liang and I can never go back.

Almost simultaneously, another drone would burst forth from the hive, repeating endlessly in an unceasing cycle.

Neither Ao Tang Long Xiang, immobilized on the ground, nor Feng Zhigang Ben Xiang, fully focused on purging toxins from his body, noticed the scene unfolding at the edge of the arena.

Chen Zui activated his personal space and departed without a trace, hiding his identity. Long-term masturbation is bad for your health—I’m helping you. My name is Lei Feng. No thanks needed.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Qi Meizhen said, heart aching as she denied it, seeing Li Liye’s coldness.

"Your humble servant is here!" Diao Jun, bewildered to be left behind, hurried forward to respond.

If you ask what Plans A, B, and C are, well, you lose if you take it seriously—Li Zhishi said his wisdom made such things unnecessary.

I turned my face, looked up at Xia Haoyu, and suddenly felt he was a stranger. I’d already confessed everything I needed to. I had nothing more to say. If he wouldn’t forgive me, there was nothing I could do.

Even though Bo Xi arrived in time, she was still terrified; when she sat in the car, her whole body trembled.

Feiniao Xueliang nodded silently. The former king died of a hidden illness. Before his death, he entrusted the nation of Yamato to Feiniao Zhixin, and since then, Yamato has been governed by him, burdening him with weights no one else could share. Years of war left Feiniao Zhixin often unable to sleep through the night; Hu Jiang, captain of the Steel Armor Guard sworn to protect the monarch, understood his suffering.