Chapter 570: Con, and Keep Conning!

Although Alvin did not know what task the Emperor would entrust to him, he could imagine it would be anything but ordinary.

Otherwise, they would never have entrusted Winnie to give him the genetic seed of the Grey Knights, the secretive order specially trained to combat warp chaos demons.

At the very least, it was a massive mess!

It was classic Warhammer fare—unmissable, but if possible, Alvin hoped his journey could

The story goes that two brothers planned to do business in RB: the elder imported a batch of New Zealand beef jerky, while the younger shipped several tons of rice.

Even through several layers of fabric, her hands on Su Ming’s chest could clearly feel the searing heat radiating from him and the powerful thud of his heartbeat in his chest.

“Big brother, the Winged Wolf clan’s evolution has always been like this. As for why, I’m not entirely sure either. These wings can vanish into or emerge from my body at will!” Talie said, shifting slightly—his dark golden wings instantly retracted into his body.

“We’ve decided to visit the exhibition tomorrow—how about it? Will you come with us?” Huang Xiaoyan smiled.

What stunned him was that there was actually such a thing as a Toilet God. But one couldn’t deny it was a legitimate position, wasn’t it? If graduate students could sweep streets for a state post, what was wrong with spending a lifetime in a toilet for the sake of a deity’s official post?

Xiuyuan hadn’t seen Buyu that morning; he was busy, and villagers kept coming to offer him water, which he thanked one by one.

No way, you can do that? Qin Shaojie blinked, stunned by Zhan Ying’s words. This guy was wasting his gift for persuasion—he should’ve been in pyramid selling; he’d be a manager for sure.

“Let you go, so you can keep using this thing to scam money?” Qin Shaojie toyed with the dart, sneering at the owner.

Long Chuxia smiled: “Alright, let him think it over.” She was confident he’d agree—he was such a challenging old man; how could he pass up this opportunity?

Xiuyuan’s calmness unsettled Xiaoyao. He looked at this man—so slender, his face elegant and refined, time leaving few marks upon it, yet at great cost: this man’s heart had endured too much suffering. Xiaoyao wanted to protect his master; it was the first time he felt such a strong urge.

Yet when she glanced through her contacts, she found only her father and mother Liu, Yan Roumei, Tang Jie, Tian Xin, and his number.

Luo Kai had once been a famous “son-in-law” in Beijing’s circles, mocked by many; Zheng Lin resented Luo Kai for making her lose face, and this was one reason for their divorce.

He’d expected to walk out of the kitchen into Song Yiyi’s oppressive aura, but found nothing at all.

In just a few sentences, it foretold a massive transformation in China’s music scene—and even Asia’s.

To Qin Shi’s surprise, one of the cultivators had pulled out a pill formula and handed it to him—and that cultivator happened to be the very person Qin Shi had just rescued.

After listening for ten seconds, Lan Guang still turned back to Chen Qian and gave him a visibly delighted reaction.

“Director, do you know what’s going on here?” Even Dai Mubai, from the imperial family of the Xingluo Empire, was bewildered by the scene before him.

Moreover, the insights the Tower of Compassionate Light could offer him had a fixed upper limit; if he wished to advance further along this path, he would need to cover a broader realm with “Swallowing Heaven and Earth.”

Then he turned his gaze to the massive statue, his eyes heavy with sorrow too thick to dispel.

Fei Liangyan looked back at his father, Fei Tianming, said nothing, and firmly took Shi Yi’s hand as he walked out the front gate of the Fei household. Fei Liangyan swore that no matter what he lost, he would never let go of Shi Yi’s hand.