Chapter 86: No, You Even Compete in Post-Game Interviews?

"Old man, just manage your own affairs. You'd best not interfere with mine again." He wouldn't fail to understand why Shangguan Jing suddenly came to the country and then suddenly appeared in France.

Ning Ruyue's figure flashed, and she said in protest, "I'll feed you. You just lie down obediently." As she spoke, she gazed at Luo Tian.

"Alright, no more nonsense with you. Didn't you say you'd treat me to a big meal? Just watch me bankrupt you. My stomach is telling me right now, 'Master, I'm hungry!'" Xue'er said humorously.

"Come in!" A stern male voice came from the Qingfeng Hall. Though the voice was not loud, it lingered in the ears like the sound of a great bell, lingering for a long time without fading.

Xiong Xiaobai felt her hair was even smoking; she felt her hot, scarlet face could roast the pillow.

Zhiyun watched and laughed as she went. To be honest, treating the Concubine De's letter as mere entertainment was quite interesting.

"It has jade, but it's worth at most one hundred and fifty thousand," Wang Haitao thought inwardly. Recalling that many people had already thrown in notes, the price was probably far exceeding a million by now. He felt secretly lucky he hadn't bid; if he had won it, he would have suffered a huge loss.

"Go ahead. I believe in you. You'll definitely get it done." Wang Haitao clenched his fist, flashed a brilliant smile, and gave him a boost of encouragement.

Indeed, Zhao Yu was fresh at first, ate a few bites with chopsticks, then stopped moving her hands. It wasn't that the food was too bad; after all, it was fresh, so even if it was poor, it couldn't be that bad. But the few people present had extremely picky palates. To them, these delicacies in others' eyes were merely "average," and that was already being polite.

"Tang Xuanye, second Young Master of the Tang Group. May I ask, what is your view of yourself?" Shitu Shentu Haolong pressed on.

"Then let me thank Mr. Zhan first. I wonder if my soldiers..." Li Weiguo hadn't finished speaking when Zhan Tian interrupted him.

"Xuanye, invite them in first." Before Shitu Shentu Haolong could answer, Ku Qi's voice came through.

Murong Kun did not dodge; he only blocked left, then right, always preventing Feng Tao from kicking him. Feng Tao's assault was fierce; I thought he would hit Murong Kun before long. But who knew that before Feng Tao could finish his kick, Murong Kun landed two or three punches on his ribs.

I am not doing this to make Qi Yue feel better, but to make myself feel better. Regarding Qi Yue, I once loved him deeply, but that was in the past.

Heh. Ye Qing activated the Wind Thunder Step, instantly arriving before Zhao Min, and grabbed her neck with one hand.

Qian Shuishui turned her head, saw this boy, and was stunned in her heart because she had no memory of this classmate whatsoever.

The Banishment War is a method of resolving hatred used to prevent large-scale brawls among major families.

"We have another mission. This mission, not only you, but even they cannot be left alive." As he spoke, Shitu Shentu Haolong pointed at Wan Lei and the others.

After a long while, Shang Zheng's laughter finally stopped. Seeing him finally close his mouth, Ji Lingsheng lowered his hands from covering his ears and even dug out his ears to see if any residual demonic sound remained.

Yan Zibing lowered her gaze, dared not look directly at Qin Yang, casually made a perfunctory reply, and carried two bowls of rice out.

Of course, if Yun Xi could conveniently help the three of us at that time, that would be even better.

The moment he opened his eyes, he let out a low roar. The hands touching the ground clenched tightly, then he suddenly lifted them up.

However, after these half months, judging by some of his actions, how could we not see some signs?

"Reporting to my lord, yes, right in the central tent!" The deputy general was also a perceptive person, and having noticed the glance Wang Kang threw, he answered without hesitation.

Xue Ying was the one with the highest talent among all his children, and he had pinned all his high hopes on him. He had originally placed the entire future of the Snow Demon clan on his shoulders.

This hot spring was surrounded by mountains on all sides, about four meters wide and five meters long. Reflected under the moonlight, it looked like a large piece of white jade. Only a row of lotus leaves and reeds grew in the middle of the hot spring, as if splitting the spring in two from the center.

Then, during the day, one collects the pure Yang energy radiated by the sun; at night, one collects the moonlight scattered by the bright moon. Then, mix the two to form a kind of spiritual energy. The name of this spiritual energy is Yin-Yang Spiritual Energy.

Ji Lingsheng nodded solemnly, looked directly into the old man's kind gaze, and straightened his clothes. He, who usually cared about his attire, would certainly not be careless today. Ji Changfeng looked at his grandson, who was full of spirit, nodded slightly, turned toward the main gate, and said while walking, "Then let's go."

No one filmed it, or rather, no one dared to film it. But Song Zheng simply didn't believe that. So what if it was the darkest period in Chinese history?

A tremendous roar exploded; the water vapor was annihilated. A pit dozens of meters wide appeared on the water surface. The water vapor surged, great waves flew and rolled, sharper than arrows. Then a huge figure was thrown flying, emitting a roar. Before it even stopped, it moved its body again and lunged to kill Yuan Hong.

Helping a brother get rid of Leung Kun is not something to rush. After all, Leung Kun has only served a year and a half in prison; to get out, there is still a year and a half to go.