Chapter 985: Creating a God

“Li Zong!”

Behind the man who burst into the office carrying a briefcase, Du Qishan looked helplessly at Li Dongling.

Li Dongling saw the visitor and merely smiled, waving his hand at Du Qishan to leave the office first.

Rubbing his aching wrist, Li Dongling stood up and personally brewed a cup of tea for the visitor, “Brother Zhang, you’re this year’s Economic Figure of the Year, National Outstanding Entrepreneur, Top Ten Entrepreneur of Hanxi, and National Export Creation…”

At that time, Jin Nian was only ten years old; she never believed that Quan Shaoqing had any interest in a ten-year-old child.

Could this inspection truly be set up for me? The thought flashed through Miao Jueyang’s mind once again.

The Wrath of the Fire God slammed into the golden light, shaking the entire arena; even the nearby mountains experienced an avalanche due to the sheer scale of their battle.

Having a boyfriend really is different—I can’t say anything more, so I forced a smile and went to eat by myself.

The Grand Empress Dowager naturally knew her grandson disliked Empress Qi, but since the military power of Hedong rested in the Qi family’s hands, she could only allow Empress Qi to act recklessly in the palace for now.

The reason so many young men appeared here makes it clear that Old Master Huang had deep intentions.

“Once you find him, issue an alert immediately. His strength may be extremely powerful—do not take risks.” The man gave this order, then led the others away directly.

“Don’t forget next time,” Qian Lulu said nothing more, simply hugging her math workbook and heading to the office.

If that’s the case, given Lu Shuang’s hostility and dislike toward me, my days with Meng Meng in the future won’t be easy.

When I saw that letter slipped under the door, I knew Xue Qi had returned while I was away—but the letter had no address, and the paper was ordinary, available anywhere; I still couldn’t trace Xue Qi’s whereabouts. Yet from that letter, I at least knew Xue Qi was still safe.

Unfortunately, though his spirit was commendable, his behavior was despicable—disturbing his sleep was an unforgivable offense, and Su Liunian had no such refined tolerance to forgive such conduct.

The handsome man was Gu Wangqian; originally, after entering the courtyard, he had been searching for Shi Tuyi’s whereabouts but found nothing—until suddenly noticing two men nearby discussing something.

Unconsciously, Mu Haochen felt his spiritual awareness connect with these mechanical soldiers.

Four years ago, Mu Haochen and the world’s psychics jointly attacked Zeus’s temple, leaving behind a sea of corpses and ruins obliterated by nuclear bombs.

Liu Xiyang frowned; for some reason, hearing Ge Yuxin call the girl “dead brat” made him feel uneasy, and more than that, deeply uncomfortable.

“Wu Lian has a bomb on her,” said the man in golden clothing in heavily accented Huaxia, believing Mu Haochen would surely hear him.

Wei’s focus sharpened further; from the faint sounds, a slightly hoarse male voice emerged faintly.

“I have something to attend to at home—I’ll go first.” Saying this, he walked out; the other four immediately understood Ye Xiangyong’s meaning and hurried after him.

“Qingzhou City.” As Feng Yang finished speaking, the man seated there vanished in a blur.

Thinking of this, Liu Aiyuan glared at Xiao Yao with hatred, her eyes filled with vicious, poisonous intent—as if she longed to devour Xiao Yao alive.

Legend says that between the Yellow Springs and the Netherworld flows a blood-red river—the Wangchuan River.

We were still struggling to find the demonic embryo, completely unaware that the ship had veered off its original course.

Even if slower, it’s still just the time from villa to hotel; after this, they’ll return to their respective life paths.