Chapter 951

"Invest in Orange Telecom?!"

Ning Wen, Lü Wenhua, Lin Xianhui, and others all looked distinctly surprised.

Everyone knew that Orange Telecom belonged to the Li family of the Yangtze.

After all, Hong Kong media had previously reported that the Yangtze Li family had invested in British Orange Telecom and dispatched their trusted general Huo Jianning to manage the deal, successfully listing Orange Telecom on the London Stock Exchange.

This had once been hailed as further proof of the Yangtze Li boss’s exceptional vision.

In his past life, if she hadn’t driven him away, he wouldn’t have been discovered, wouldn’t have been forced off the cliff, and wouldn’t have died without a whole corpse.

Hearing this, my pupils contracted—could this really be a True God? My goodness, there was a True God right before me. But I’d seen True Gods more than once before; the Great Sage was a True God, and I’d noticed that True Gods carried no aura at all, just like ordinary people. Had they all returned to simplicity?

After Chen Qingfan finished peeling his third apple with his skin and flesh, Su Zhou had hastily flipped through the Baidu entries for ping-pong and soccer.

Harry shook his head, saying nothing, only kneeling pale-faced beside the pool, vomiting violently, expelling everything he’d eaten for dinner.

But even so, what of it? In this county, he was the crown prince; unless it was someone truly from the upper echelons of power, he might have some caution.

I said nothing, golden light flaring over my body as I pushed my strength to its peak—I couldn’t afford to be careless against this bear monster, or I’d truly be overturned.

Moreover, this voice wasn’t Zhang Jiaming’s—it was deeper and stronger than Zhang Jiaming’s. I was momentarily speechless, took the phone away, and checked the caller ID again—yes, it was indeed Ye Shanshan.

She didn’t know that Qin Feng had already restored her body; in fact, a trace of spiritual energy now flowed within Jiang Xia’s body.

After gradually uncovering Zou Yuankui as the prototype, the insider circles of Jianghe City began spreading rumors about Wu Xuemei’s eccentric and picky tastes, and since Wu Xuemei already had a notorious reputation for beauty within Beijing’s insider circles, these rumors spread even faster.

At this moment, the eunuch Zhao had also lifted his head. Though he had endured much torture and survived, that didn’t mean he wasn’t afraid of it.

Vast amounts of source energy flowed from Lin Xiu’s hand into the artificial angel’s head.

The Tianling Fruit need not be explained—eating one could greatly enhance a cultivator’s strength, making it an absolute necessity for any cultivator.

Zhao Gao gritted his teeth and upgraded this belt to LV10, consuming nearly eighty thousand points to draw a new attribute. Perhaps because it had been blessed by the Emperor’s sash, the equipment’s quality had improved, so the drawn attribute was far superior to the previous two.

The four Daoists stood back-to-back like an eight-armed Buddha, utterly unafraid of the overwhelming numbers of the Yijiu Hall.

“Sizi, are you not yet recovered?” Li Shen asked, concern in his eyes. “Didn’t I tell your eldest sister to send you a message to come see me?”

Upon being named, the three men, emboldened by their numbers and their reputation as Hua Shao’s notorious enforcers, confidently moved to surround him.

This punch came suddenly, leaving the middle-aged man no chance to dodge.

But heaven didn’t even want to give them the chance to scream—ten large ships floating on the water slowly began to move.

Upon hearing this, Chen Luo looked at Ye Beichen’s peculiar smile and felt a chill run down his spine—he dared not step forward.

The allied forces stared at each other, all itching to rush into the Five Elements Gate. If this Five Elements Gate were the exit from this perilous secret realm, and Tu Yu and Ge Xun had already escaped and then discovered this, and destroyed the gate from the other side, they’d be trapped here forever.

Lu Chen lifted his gaze, looking ahead. His eyes were sharp, and within their clear depths burned a spark of battle intent.

Especially after the Phantom had accompanied him for so many years, this strange emotion had grown increasingly intense.

At this moment, the 90s girl was too nervous to control her body; she obediently took off her shoes and lay down quietly.

But Li Zetian was a man of strategy, so at this moment, he did not immediately voice his opinion—after all, if he immediately rejected Zhang Tielin’s view, he’d be slapping Zhang Tielin’s face.

But after a moment of silence, he finally moved his voice, weak and stiff, and spoke slowly.

“Hehe, don’t you trust our strength?” Chai Ze drew his sword and flicked a blossom of blade light toward Pi San; the spiritual energy stung Pi San’s skin.

After speaking, Ye Qian walked to the mirror in the second-floor living room, gazing at his reflection. Seeing himself in the team uniform, Ye Qian suddenly widened his eyes, shuddered all over, and the scene flashed through his mind once again.

In battle, morale is paramount—if the human side loses composure first, they’ll remain on the defensive throughout the entire war.

Although Lu Man kept saying “no, no,” Cheng Jiayang insisted; in his words, he didn’t have time to spare her, but she still needed her allowance.

Yang Yunxi suddenly recalled the things she’d just said about Xihe, and immediately felt a twinge of discomfort.

Wu Fan stepped out of the office, smiling—he hadn’t expected that a casual gesture would completely resolve Shen Qingxian’s long-standing doubts and even help her get promoted.

I wonder if it was because of Yun Fuxiao’s identity, but the snow fox treated Yun Fuxiao with special care and clearly liked him.

He had received word early that the Yuan Beast Ruins would close today, and had come here specifically to welcome back the returning group.