Chapter 220: Grudges and Debts

Ye Mei has now also moved the corporation’s headquarters to Yanjing, though this happened during Su Chen’s two months in Miaojiang.

The director took it over, puzzled, pulled it out, and froze—looked up at him, then down at the jade seal in his hand, turning it over and over.

Sheng Tang and most of the elders naturally did not object; in fact, they were also deeply concerned about Pei Man’s condition.

“What are you two big guys doing, squinting and winking at each other? Are you two… like that?” Chen Xi said, never satisfied unless she shocked someone.

Bai Huang clenched the talisman in his hand; the Tiger Talisman’s power activated, drawing forth a strand of pure white energy entirely opposite to it, sealing it within the talisman.

With a thought, lightning flared across the Thunder Jade Gauntlets; Song Zheng gripped the Purple Thunder Dominance Spear tightly, no longer retreating, secretly activating the Thunder-Subduing Art—the Purple Thunder Dominance Spear erupted with lightning first, serpents of electricity coiling around its entire length.

Regardless of any consideration, the granted land must achieve a certain degree of self-sufficiency in the “metal” category.

On the mountaintop, the house swayed violently, tiles and bricks continuously tumbling down, dust swirling in cascades.

Of course, for Su Chen, letting Song Chu go this time didn’t mean he’d spare him next time.

Han Qi excitedly stowed away the sixty million spirit stones, then pulled out a jade slip, inscribed with the special emblems of the Chen family and the Juqian Bank, recording the six-million-stone bet and the payout multiplier.

On the other hand, the royal house issued a pledge: if enemy civilians surrendered, they would enjoy equal citizen rights.

There were no restrooms in the studio, but every floor of the office building had public toilets.

But the interstellar warship he modified still didn’t fully satisfy him—he intended to build a true aircraft carrier.

A few seconds later, she picked up the cue stick with lingering satisfaction; as she bent forward, her movements were no longer clumsy as before.

“This alone would cause intense anxiety among all young nobles, and they could exploit the Night King’s rules to target him.”

But clearly, the war was utterly one-sided—any physical object touching the barrier instantly disintegrated.

The druid’s transformed giant eagle carried everyone out of the ruin, yet didn’t simply fly straight back to Kansuo City.

Blood slowly seeped from her corpse, spreading across the ground in branching veins—if anyone else saw this, they’d notice nothing unusual.

So if you press Return while a mission is active and in progress, will you return to the exact spot you left next time?

In the Immortal Realm, Jiang Yurou remained restless during cultivation, finally halting it and going to Yu Xinrui’s cultivation spot.

“So what should we produce next? Even though our sales staff have contacted some production projects, I still don’t feel confident,” Luo Ran said, accustomed to leaning on Xiao Han’s advice—he’d squeeze every bit of strategy he could from Xiao Han.

This time, Zhuang Wangu was merely an observer—having watched this play for so long, he remained nothing but a spectator, always. Below, in the Yue Palace, An Xingyun seemed to have finished speaking, and the ancient demonic clans’ armies began their revelry.

“No wonder I never treated her like a sister before—I just didn’t realize it then, always resisting inwardly, all because of this reason.” Now that her past-life memories had awakened, this trouble came with them.

Riding the seven-colored auspicious clouds behind Laojun, they headed straight for the Zi Xiao Palace—a mysterious place. Throughout the Four Continents, Four Seas, and Four Oceans, all had heard of Zi Xiao Palace, yet no one except the Saints and those near them knew its location.

If only there were a mutated silver-threaded snake. Alas, silver-threaded snakes were already exceedingly rare, and mutated ones were utterly nonexistent. Paro tried everything but caught none. The neurotoxin matter was eventually dropped.

“Mo Ming…” Feng Yufei finally couldn’t help calling out, watching Mo Ming walk with head bowed.

“Don’t interrupt the meeting, County Magistrate Zhao,” Yi Huarong said respectfully before everyone.

“Brother Tian, if you say that, does it mean your power wasn’t nullified?” Ye Xin asked happily.

But Qin Yu held it back at last, then smiled and denied it outright.

Zhang De heard Shao Lao’s tone turning hostile, realizing Shao Lao was angry—he grabbed the tea mug beside him and smashed it on the ground with a clatter; Tu Tou Li leapt straight from his chair, and Wang Da tumbled off the sofa in a heap.

All memories, since entering the ancient palace, finally linked together like beads on a string.

Over a month of living together had made these people—from all corners of the world, who might never have met otherwise—familiar; even Tyrion’s two servants could nod warmly and exchange idle chatter with the Stark family’s “nanny” who picked up Arya for school.

But Qin Yu instantly shattered the fireball with a wave of his hand—flames exploded outward, yet in the next instant, a figure burst from the fire, still charging toward the bandit chief—who else but Qin Yu could it be?

“Yu Chuxuan!!!” Yu Chuxuan clearly saw the leader’s temples throbbing with veins from rage—fine! Jiang Yuxuan, you’ve ruined me this time.

Tyrion declared outright: the Tyrells and Martells would each send at least one significant figure, bringing just enough troops to make Robert speechless.

Lin Xi’s eyes were closed, her long eyelashes fluttering like mischievous sprites.

Since Guan Deng found this webpage, the crime consultant had been guiding his followers step by step through tasks that seemed simple but were in fact deeply troublesome. People detest not a mountain crushing them, but endless trivialities. Jiang He’s mind flashed one word: selection.