Chapter 129: 126 One After Another

Bai Xiaosheng’s CEO office sank into an odd silence.

Xu Xin was considering the website’s mechanism.

Yu Xing was pondering whether to replace the office chair with a better one, or buy a sofa, so conversations with others would feel more convenient.

After a moment, Xu Xin suddenly asked: “Director Yu, doesn’t your website stockpile messages like this?”

On a day like March 15, a brand suddenly surfaces with quality issues

The Lion Camel King’s expression shifted slightly; he immediately examined the Thunder-Storage Pearl in his hand, sending a thread of spiritual sense into it.

The Lord of the Nine Abysses frowned even more deeply—he clearly had no idea what the Monkey King’s method was.

“That’s exactly what I want to ask you: who are you? Why are so many people sealed here?” the stone said bluntly.

After purifying the water, Lu Qing carried it to a corner of the vegetable garden, found an inconspicuous spot, and slowly poured the water into the soil.

He Cai coughed and turned his face away. Hu Yuhao covered his face with one hand, refusing to look at Dai Huadong. Jing Ziyun suddenly revealed a mischievous smile.

“Beat Black Tyrant? Hmph… friend, are you still asleep? I’m the best rider at Zi Mountain Racetrack! Black Tyrant is tonight’s top seed horse! How could you possibly win?” Yang Lei’s face showed a hint of pride.

The main dish was white butterfly clam meat; once the pearl was removed, the clam could hardly survive, but its flesh was exceptionally delicious and made for a fine dish.

“Yes yes, absolutely, certainly,” the man said, smiling broadly as he saw Shen Yan preparing to leave.

In the afternoon, Li Dao Island took the stage, but at that moment, a strikingly handsome male soul-architect appeared—he looked about twenty-five or twenty-six, with long black hair tied simply at the nape, his face pale in an unhealthy way.

“I was just about to tell you about this—the situation was complicated. Let’s talk when we meet.” The stone said.

Murong Lanxin smiled faintly—even if they wanted to fatten her up, a couple of meaty meals wouldn’t make much difference.

The latter part consolidated the unstable and chaotic political situation of Zhao Kuangyin’s Song dynasty, allowing the Song family’s realm to endure for over three hundred years!

Inside the cave, there were over a thousand Luo Wang disciples. Tian Ming’s cultivation was suppressed; Xunzi and the others had their limbs bound, rendering their power useless! It was effectively dozens surrounding Shao Yu and his two companions—no escape remained for the three.

After bidding farewell to Yi Jingrou, Wang Yan took Zi Yue and followed Old Liang out of Thunder City, heading toward Zhongzhou.

After uttering those words, as if to steel himself, the silver-haired puppet charged in first; moments later, another silver-haired puppet arrived and also rushed inside.

“If you use that voice to call me again, I’ll take you right here,” Gu Yanzhi narrowed his eyes, his hand rising threateningly.

This was a hospital; Cheng Lingzhi, as a doctor, couldn’t ignore the noise—they were disturbing other patients.

Before, the man had been silent, but the moment Lü Bu mentioned “Wusheng Gate,” Zi Yi suddenly went berserk—his killing intent surged, a blue aura erupted around him, and in an instant step, he vanished forward.

Night fell; Wang Yan and the other sat atop a rooftop in the imperial palace, gazing at the star-strewn sky and chatting.

Lü Bu felt this claim must have been exaggerated by Master Shuijing, Zhuge Liang and Pang Tong’s teacher, to praise his disciples.

Zhou Cheng glanced at Zhou Zhengming, who nodded to her; he then voiced his suspicions about the main branch of the Zhou family.

Yang Yi didn’t move, only watching the street corner—someone was watching the inn; he’d noticed them when entering.

A Cai stared at Da Ming’s bent back, a mocking smile on his face, then pulled out his phone and replied to the text with a single character: Wu.