Chapter 685

Zhang Xiahai never imagined that he, a shopping mall general manager, would one day become an honored guest of investment promotion bureaus everywhere and turn into a hot commodity!

In the past, whether running a mall or setting up a small street stall, who wasn't fearful of the local industrial and commercial, fire, and health departments? As for being invited to be an honored guest, Zhang Xiahai had never even heard of such a thing.

But now, as the general manager of Oriental Era Mall, Zhang Xiahai has received invitations one after another—

But now she is not short of money, so she didn't bring it up and even boasted to her grandfather that she could earn money now, would support herself in the future, and would even provide money for her grandfather's retirement.

Although Ling Feifei had already almost broken away from the Mafia, this matter still reached her ears.

Helian Xi waited patiently with his head pillowed on his hands; sure enough, as expected, before long she began to snore sweetly.

Because after the Wutong Kingdom was sealed, there was no more talk of ghosts, and thus there was no place for them. Having spent years hiding in these mountains and forests, he was particularly unwilling to accept it, so when he heard about the soul-summoning, he came out of the mountains.

Being a man, he wouldn't lower himself to her level; he forcibly convinced himself in his heart that she only treated him this way because something was wrong, and feeling slightly better, he immediately ordered Tang Di to prepare the car and followed.

Accusing her of putting on airs, bullying Su Man, bullying Han Qingqing, and sleeping with men to get ahead—all the black material exposed was unrealistic.

Her room was specially arranged opposite his. Feng Jibai took off his suit jacket, wearing only a black shirt, and reached out to knock on her door.

For a dignified Ghost Emperor to lower his stance to curry favor with Lin Tianyou like this is simply unbelievable.

She didn't expect that she would interpret this scene in this way; although there were no lines, she used her eyes to express everything she wanted to say.

The warhorse galloped toward Long Leiyan. At this moment, Long Leiyan could have taken out a Vulcan cannon to blast him into slag, but his competitive nature got the better of him, and he wanted to subdue the bandit leader with his own hands.

"Uncle, don't worry, my father and mother are both concerned about this matter," Changsheng finally had to say.

By the end of the first half, the game had no suspense left; a 27-point lead was enough for the Spurs to easily take the game.

If they could take it in one fell swoop, that would be best; even if they couldn't, they felt that with their strength, they could retreat unscathed, and then they would just pretend to be ignorant and follow the rules.

This aura is related to his high position; to use an ancient phrase, at the age of fifty, he is already a high-ranking official in the ministries.

Using a unique force-generating technique to accumulate power at a single point, a terrifying force far exceeding a million tons erupted instantly. Hyper Zetton, hit by the heavy blow, merely paused slightly, and the next instant its huge body shot backward like an arrow released from a bow; the resulting shockwave completely cleared away the black clouds covering the sky.

However, as a hidden boss, how could Iruka let his collaborator be suspected by the "companions" sent to monitor him because of such a matter... and so.

The moment the "male cultivator's" voice fell, the space suddenly shifted; everyone seemed to be placed on a vast starry sky in an instant. Beneath their feet they stepped on thousands of stars, while they and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect members in the space passage seemed to be placed on opposite banks of the Milky Way, looking at each other from afar.

Because the ghost soldier corpse he saw was a headless corpse, although all the equipment on the body was there, only the full-coverage helmet on the head had disappeared.

A low growl was emitted from the mouth with exposed fangs, the cold eyes staring straight at the village in the distance, and energy was rapidly gathering within the massive body.

Although the initiative of the battlefield had fallen into the hands of Hetao, it was only temporarily having the upper hand. In order to crush Bai Jing's left flank, Hetao had already dispatched all the reserves; now, in Haotian's hands, only three thousand personal guards had not yet entered the battle.