Chapter 976

Zhang Yufeng’s face showed a look of difficulty; he could tell that Li Dongling was truly only interested in the Fangzheng computer brand.

But selling the Fangzheng computer brand was not an easy matter—the hurdles included Professor Wang’s approval and the Yan University Property Management Committee.

Li the Great Benefactor noticed Zhang Yufeng’s hesitation and said, “Brother Zhang, you should know that Shen Zhou Computers’ current situation isn’t good—it’s being squeezed by certain computer manufacturers.”

With extra money in hand, Xu Mumu could naturally buy relevant cultivation methods from Tianqiong; Tianqiong, having made money, naturally treated Xu Mumu like a precious treasure.

Xu Mumu was speechless; though she wanted to say she was used to her master’s behavior, every time she saw it, she couldn’t help internally ranting.

“Thank you.” No words could express it—only this most sincere thanks emerged.

This nuclear-level presence is better thrown into another empty bottle than left in a barrel of gunpowder—when it explodes, at least the noise won’t be so loud.

“You can use Spirit Sight too?” Yang Jingru silently stepped back two paces, letting Liu Guanli’s hand slide off her shoulder.

After the meal, she strictly followed the rule that one person cooks and the other washes dishes, swiftly clearing the table and scampering off to the kitchen to wash the bowls.

It wasn’t that she loved him less—it was that she was truly shy. She admitted she was cowardly: when fangirling online, she screamed “husband!” loud and clear, screaming it thousands of times in her heart—but now, after accumulating eight lifetimes of fortune and finally realizing her “husband dream,” she lacked the courage to say it aloud.

Peipei took a deep breath and demonstrated a few more times. Ruan Yu followed along, but always felt something was missing. After thinking, she asked Ruan Yu to imagine her as Song Huaijin and look at her with tender, loving eyes.

Four days after locking herself away, Jiang Lan Zhou stepped out of her room for the first time. Breakfast and dinner were brought in by O Du; lunch was specially ordered takeout for her—basically, the more focused she was on painting, the more O Du focused on her daily life.

A Yellow Spring River, thirty meters wide, churned with towering waves, floating midair, stretching a thousand meters in length.

Police Chief Zhao Youliang, upon seeing the account, extended his hand, wanting to shake Zhang Hanming’s hand.

Wu Nian had originally intended to beat Zhang Hanming up, but hearing his tone, she let out a long sigh, then turned to look at him.

At this moment, Niu Bi, holding a golden AK, had cut a bloody path through the back garden and arrived directly at Warehouse B’s entrance.

Yamada Kakugawa looked at the broken hard plastic, then at his hand, and felt a cold sweat break out on his back, chilling him.

Her assumption was that she must have done that kind of thing before with the person called “Tetsuya-kun,” that she had experience—but given “Tetsuya-kun’s” ability, such an act should have taken only ten minutes total?

With a wave of his hand, flames surged and consumed Lu Ziming’s physical body entirely, even his bones dissolving into the breeze and vanishing.

If calculated by weight, Jin Suiyuan’s weight was perfectly standard; under such a standard weight, possessing such perfect muscles was extremely rare.

“Big Brother Ye, though I dislike sword cultivators, I can’t put this sword away—it needs constant nurturing by my side to remain razor-sharp and always at peak condition when facing enemies,” Cao Jingyan explained.

At this moment, Table Three’s Niu Bi continued eating calmly and slowly; they had now reached their fifth bowl.

The old servant glanced at Princess Nishang; the young servants behind her also shook their heads with wry smiles—they knew Princess Nishang’s nature: she complained about everything, yet had a kind heart, the classic type of sharp tongue, soft heart.