Chapter 174: The Name of the Ball King!

“Want an explanation?”

“If you want an explanation, send it to me?”

When Hu Qiming received the call, he was certain he was fully awake, yet even so, upon hearing that word, he stared in shock at the caller ID.

“Jm”!

The person is correct too.

That is to say, your newly founded “Jingjie Culture” expanded its esports commentary business in just over a month.

“Soul-body?” At this point, An Buzhi cried out in surprise; though he had already suspected the “Peach Spirit,” receiving this information directly from the other’s thoughts made him involuntarily exclaim.

The Divine Sacrifice of the Gods involved forces so overwhelmingly potent that, theoretically, they surpassed the limits of this realm, making them unmatched—thus rendering the interdimensional passage unstable.

Because outside, she might marry a good man, but as an imperial concubine, across all dynasties, few emperors could be called good men; emperors kept three thousand beauties in their harem, and concubines rarely found happiness.

Ha Man calmly watched the referee show him the red card, said nothing, turned his head, and strode toward the sideline with his chest out and head high. Even as he kicked, Ha Man knew his foul on Gravison would inevitably earn him a red card.

Lin Qianyu immediately jumped in fright—her father had a weak heart and couldn’t bear shock, and besides, she had been there that day when Qiao Jingru threw down a stack of cash, and neither she nor her father picked up a single bill; all were snatched away by bystanders.

Though many mysteries still surrounded Liang Tianzuo, these two questions were precisely what An Buzhi had been struggling to solve, and the shadow that had long hung over his heart.

After a simple meal, He Xianxian returned home, but she had already told her cousin Xian Fuxiang that it was operating normally, and he would contact the factory tomorrow to ship goods, so they could replenish their stock and open the supermarket smoothly.

To secure the goalkeeper position, Liverpool once again moved against Arsenal and their rivals Everton, ultimately securing the Pole Duda; clearly, Duda’s arrival was meant to fill the void left by Westerveld.

The wounds of the Brahman Divine King were especially severe—blood gushed freely, his robes stained crimson, his Dao injured.

Yu Xilan told her, “France won’t work.” Yu Corporation’s headquarters are in France; if Yu Musen found out they went there, he could easily track them down.

He swung a punch forward—this time, Ye Qing charged ahead to meet the attack head-on, his figure surging forward, utterly unafraid of the massive, scorching flame phoenix.

“Grandma,” Mo Shen stood there less than two minutes before losing patience. He urgently needed to find Ye Mu; if he missed the best opportunity, finding her later would be extremely difficult.

Actually, he didn’t remember her anyway—what was there to be troubled about? She could just treat him as a new colleague she’d met.

“Demon Lord, just now we could’ve run to the peak of that mountain to hide—why waste so much energy hiding underground?” Someone finally couldn’t hold back their question.

A cool breeze still blew down the stairwell, brushing against his face, icy cold, as if a layer of frost had formed on his skin.

She thought of the man who had once helped her, but that man had never reappeared in her life.

She knew she couldn’t go in, but she was certain that here, she would surely meet Qin Fei.

Huo Xiangmei took it—the old ox she recognized as the prototype of a spinning top, but she couldn’t identify what these similar things were.

She had seen the rapt expression on his face as he savored his coffee, and now his surprise… Wang Ruiyin smiled inwardly.