Chapter 100: Star Shift (Begging for Monthly Tickets!)

Taishu Dingqian said lightly, "My situation at this moment is naturally clear at a glance."

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "Although Star Shift and Nian Da Nuo Yi share similarities, they may not necessarily resolve the Cult Leader's predicament. The Cult Leader should think it through carefully."

Taishu Dingqian was briefly silent, then said, "At this point there is no other method to consider. Since I failed my attempt to break through to the sixth layer, at first each day I only had one shichen of clouded mind, with my blood surging and rampaging, but now fully half of the twelve shichen are like this."

And the engines on the motor vehicles were the best source of heat—as long as those vehicles started up together, his "Red Eye" infrared detection device could determine whether they were real or fake.

System notification: Your skill 【Demonic Blood Boil】 has ended; you are about to enter a weakened state.

"Then do as you like. I'm only making a suggestion, not demanding you must do it this way. If you don't want to keep the king, then you can run for president instead. But no matter how you fuss about it, you must not delay the business of our Steed Group." Bai Qi was also a results-only man; the form mattered not at all to him.

Among the many scattered cultivators in the Shang Dynasty, they considered themselves cultivators of immortality, pursuing the Dao of Immortals. With Buddhist Cultivation Techniques spreading, this became a dispute between the Immortal and Buddhist paths. Beneath the unspoken, uncontested fact of the Divine path in the Shang Dynasty, what resulted was a contest of fortune between the Immortal and Buddhist paths within the scattered cultivation world.

He could only plant a light kiss on her forehead, then turn, grab his coat, and walk out of the villa.

Matters of rushing to the king's aid generally occurred during the prosperous age of a dynasty—disobeying orders would be settled afterward, so one had no choice but to rush to the king's aid.

Si Junhao had a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He pulled her into his arms in one swift motion, tilted his head back and took a sip of red wine himself, then pressed his lips to hers.

On this trip to the Heavenly Realm, Wang Ming's purpose was to obtain the great fortune of heaven and earth within this world, to correct the pathological errors of the Divine Realm in this world, and through this journey he could also repay the karmic ties of this world, so that he might depart from this world in transcendence without a single entanglement.

"Then let's have an orchid bear's paw and rock sugar bird's nest too!" Lin Yue took the menu and handed it to the waiter, a proud smile on her face.

It's nothing… in the future, once we're married and I put on a wedding ring, this spot will naturally be covered up.

The other people in the carriage also began pointing and whispering about Fang Yi. Fang Yi merely explained calmly that he had not tripped the child.

Guo Jing was far away in the great desert, living a hard life, learning martial arts was no easy matter, and his talent was dull. Although earlier Senior Brother Ma Yu had transmitted internal cultivation to him, his martial learning ultimately remained low. Daoist Priest Wang, just like Ma Yu, did not want Yang Kang to win the contest, and wished to find Guo Jing and give him some further pointers on external martial arts.

And so, she hurriedly picked up the chopsticks before her, picked up some food, and began eating happily.

With such obvious differential treatment, no matter how strong Han Jiaqi's psyche was, she could not help but feel a little envious. Just now, neither Qin Moran nor Li Xincheng had made any move to protect her—they were both busy with their own things.

It's just that he didn't turn onto his side; he simply lay flat on his back with his face upward, looking well-behaved and obedient, nervous and ill at ease yet inexplicably docile.

"Grandfather, good day, Grandmother." Long Yiyao smiled faintly and nodded to them. The smile was neither fawning nor ingratiating, but warm yet with a touch of distance—perfectly measured.

But she had no choice. Losing a few items is not losing everything; suffering one loss is not suffering for a lifetime. She ought to be content.

Yaegimen took up his racket, glanced at Atobe, then glanced again at the Rikkai rest area.

"Really? What did they say about me? Did they say I'm beautiful and cute?" Jin Ya said narcissistically.

Bentley, Rolls-Royce, Maybach, Cadillac DTS, and so on—each and every one a luxurious, grand, and steady type of ride.

"Auntie, I forgot to tell you, I already resigned long ago, and now I've started my own company." Faced with Wang Linlin's questioning, Tianze remained perfectly calm as he spoke.

In fact, most people couldn't afford to buy Bajie, and many who bought Bajie were merely satisfying a craving of the tongue. If you truly asked them to stop buying Bajie, that would be absolutely impossible. And weren't these overwhelming criticisms just the equivalent of a free advertisement for the Omnipotent Robot Company?