Chapter 363: What a Weak God

The deck of the conference room shook violently, and Olsen's burly figure suddenly swept toward Loki.

A Space Marine, when sprinting at full speed, even without the assistance of power armor, still has astonishing strength.

A mortal's vision could not keep up with Olsen's speed at all; one could almost only capture a blur.

Boom!!!

The hard metal wall was actually punched into a dent.

Fury's heart instantly surged with

"At least five billion!" This was still the price of the Holy Fruit. According to Leng Zixuan, there were people who would buy the Red Fruit for ten billion. To avoid scaring Qin Qiuying, Chu Nan did not exaggerate.

Zhuang Bufan had an urge to curse for a moment; you damn guy, you should have said so earlier! If I had known you still had a master, I wouldn't have hesitated at all and would have agreed immediately.

Looking at these annoying things, Liang Mu frowned and pulled Hei Zi back quickly, but after only a few steps, his back was pressed against a cold gun barrel.

In the afternoon, the counter Wu Tian ordered was moved into the market. Brother Zhang had returned to work and even brought a group of security guards to help us move things. We became hands-off shopkeepers, and Wu Tian sat there leisurely directing. Seeing this scene, I was very gratified; everything we did was rewarded.

"You guys handle this yourselves." Zhang Yuanyi had a bit of a headache; he couldn't just sell it himself and not let others sell it, right?

"You city people's money is easy to earn. If you pay for a big carp but end up eating a common carp, that's what you call a real sucker." After Qi Jingtao and the others finished ordering the fish, they chatted and laughed while waiting for the meal to be served.

Before meeting Chu Nan, Leng Zixuan was even more like this, extremely independent and self-centered; now she was much better.

Especially choosing one stock every day to look at its thumbnail from ten meters away from the computer for fifteen minutes; this method was indeed a bit interesting. At first, Zhang Yuanyi didn't think this method had much effect, but gradually he discovered the mystery of this method.

"I didn't mean that..." Qi Heng explained. Naturally, he wasn't worried about this either; he was just afraid that Wen Nuan was still crying.

Qi Jingtao went home and talked to his father about it. Qi Zhengming was concerned about his old brother and couldn't get away himself, so he wanted Qi Jingtao to go over specifically to see what the situation was. With his father's orders, Qi Jingtao combined public and private matters, taking advantage of the weekend to bring Su Min and Xu Manli over for a vacation, and by the way, completed the task his father had entrusted to him.

"What exactly do you want to say? You didn't come here today just to see me make a fool of myself, did you?" Yang Yixuan always felt that Luo Tongtong's words were sarcastic, and it sounded very uncomfortable.

"This is also exactly what I want to report to you in this phone call." Mulatu's voice became serious instantly.

Thinking of this, Shangguan Xiaoyao immediately pulled back his thoughts. After the sudden enlightenment, he was overjoyed, gazing at Xia Chonglou with a beaming face, feeling immense respect in his heart.

Tang Chuan had no feelings for Alicia. He still needed to conduct research on the T-virus of this world, and whether to save this Alicia or not would have to wait until he looked at the situation.

Returning to Phoenix Collection, Yan Zhong discovered that Yingqing Garden had changed drastically. Everywhere were busy girls from the Moe Moe Knights, the outer walls of the manor were draped with red silk, the main gate was pasted with festive couplets, red lanterns were hung, and the two stone lions at the gate were each tied with a large red embroidered ball, a scene of joy and celebration.

Such an action might be a habitual action. At first, Liu Zong didn't pay much attention to it, but as he discovered that all deer-like creatures at this gathering point would do this, Liu Zong had a feeling that this might be the reason for the partial metallization of the deer-like creatures' bodies.

As for his main job, he was only a second-rate science fiction writer... Anyway, Ouyang only needed to use his imagination to put forward valuable ideas, and the subsequent specific operations had to be handed over to professionals, so there was no impact. ===== CHAPTER 364 =====