Chapter 116: Taxation Only Within Machine Gun Range

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Is it easy for him? Looking at Leng Dianchen acting all cool and aloof every day, he came over to provoke him, never expecting to become his lackey, but brotherhood is forged this way.

The expression on Mo Tian's face stiffened for a moment; after a long while, he sneered in contempt.

When Qiao Anming turned back, he saw Du Ruo standing at the hospital room door like a fool, tears shimmering in her eyes, still wearing the pharmacy's white coat, its hem and cuffs stained with dried ink-red bloodstains.

I didn't make a sound, turned my head to look ahead; the light had already turned green, but Ye Hansheng showed no intention of moving, the cars behind honking non-stop, yet he acted as if he hadn't heard.

Qin Shao didn't know what had happened at home, only knew the servants had come urgently searching for him, telling him to hurry home; he didn't dare delay, immediately asked the Commandant of the Town Pacification Bureau for leave, and ran straight home.

"Grandmother. God Race. God Race... really... really finished?" Bai Susu raised her head, tear-blurred eyes gazing at the old woman before her, asking softly.

His fist was already striking fiercely; pulled along by that momentum, his footing became unsteady, he exerted too much force and couldn't stop himself, his body flung forward by Ye Qingcheng's pull.

Body gone, voice still rings; mortal guest hard to forget. I recognize who, who knows me? Dao says the road gradually grows estranged; this sequence — searching, nowhere to be found.

Thought for a bit, Lan Yuchen nodded, felt this wasn't bad; properly cultivate a relationship with Leng Dianchen, plus she was in that class too.

"Alright, whether you two went off to enjoy yourselves or are throwing a tantrum, can we leave now? This Young Master's stomach says it's hungry." Lan Yuchen's pitiful expression made An Ruoran burst out laughing.

"Those two wanted to meet as old friends, exchanged contact info." Ji Liunian was already a mess from the wind.

Lin Xiao didn't know that when he went to challenge him, Liu Bo's icy cold disposition had actually changed.

So regarding the master's younger sister, Alex still had reservations; he really didn't dare confess to Shen Weilai, felt he wasn't good enough for her.

Finished speaking, Su Mubai pulled out a length of rope with a grappling hook from the backpack beside him, hooked the container's edge, and prepared to climb down.

"Miss Ling, let's set off." Li Luo's voice came from outside the carriage, then the carriage started moving.

Shen Lie was also worried sick, but didn't dare show it on his face; instead he hurriedly checked Lao Li Tou's condition, discovered he hadn't been struck on an acupoint, yet couldn't move for some unknown reason.

"I've already agreed with Steward Qi and the master of Murong Fu: I treat the illness, you let me enter the Pill Conference, not stay here." Ming Ren refused.

Even taking ten thousand steps back, there's still Ya Lei; Ya Lei is the nemesis of these things; with Ya Lei here, these Zhu Guang Ling — never mind their strength being insufficient, even if their strength were off the charts, they'd find it hard to do anything harmful.

But she didn't think carefully: with the Warden's shrewdness, if it were truly her relative, how would he bluntly ask her to turn her face? He only needed to act without a trace, find another time to meet alone; after all, with the Warden's status, no one would suspect.

Without the two lightbulbs, Ming Ren and Wu Lu chatted intimately, talking about the past, then about Wu Lu's life these seven years; before they knew it, breakfast was finished.

Gu Wanqin's beautiful eyes showed surprise: "Ling Feng girl isn't already in a relationship with the Son of Destiny? Could it be Ling Feng girl has objections to the Son of Destiny?"

Although Duo Luomi Aier didn't hold the advantage, Zhong Kui didn't dare drag it out with the opponent either; a five-star, i. e., sixth-stage, him against this unknown eighth- or ninth-stage monster — comparing consumption, he'd definitely lose, not win.

The key to a project is talent; War Flag willing to invest tens of millions in this team shows this team's importance to War Flag.

"Brother, rest assured, I won't let you run for nothing; later I'll have premium cheese as your runner's fee." Chang Jianfeng said with a smile.

"No no no... Lin Jie hits too hard, Wang Hu won't be able to drive the mecha." Chang Jianfeng and Chen Fei went over to fake-break-up the fight, but lecherously stuck out a black foot and kicked Wang Hu's butt.

When he moved, the four water-friends beside him all squeezed their big heads in, afraid the livestream viewers wouldn't see them.

"Qing'er not suffering; able to bear offspring for His Highness is Qing'er's honor." Wei Qing'er smiled in satisfaction.

Even if Smith were soul-searched they'd get no result; afraid the Purple Gold Alliance's Dao Lord has already done this. Otherwise he couldn't have guessed Smith had a problem.

No matter who, all need time to grow; Lin Feiyu isn't one of those cultivation geniuses, nor does he have some special constitution allowing him to cultivate directly at ten or a hundred times others' speed.

Chatted a few more sentences; Qiang Sen said they needed to change direction to go to Another Place to gather herbs, and asked if the two wanted to come along.

The controversy this film produced finally affected Big 6, planning to bring out their own nation's scars, filming those so-called "Generation X directors" depicting backward mountain villages and their rotten affairs — like getting whacked with a stick right in the face. All paused, carefully studying these films.

But no matter how amazed these commoners are! This matter has already happened; they only have watching the liveliness left. But the problem left for Ye Cheng is the most severe; although it looks like they hold Wan Haokong as leverage, this leverage doesn't look that important.