Chapter 137

"General Xiong is really a good person!"

"General Xu isn’t bad either!"

"Hu Zong from Qiming is barely okay tagging along behind the big shots."

Bai Xiaosheng’s new round of funding is confirmed; the company can’t avoid holding meetings to discuss it, and more importantly, they must readjust their development plan and budget allocation.

The most direct change is that the company’s office space can now spread across the entire floor.

From last November to this April, Shuohe International’s fifth

As Sun Hai and Li Shentu said, these spiritual treasures have all lost their spiritual essence and become ordinary weapons.

The two elders from the Ying family felt it best to take him for treatment; when that punch struck Ying Qixuan, Ye Linghan withdrew most of its force—everyone saw it—and they had no grounds to complain; healing Ying Qixuan’s injuries came first.

It wriggled and twisted, trying to return to Li Rong’s body, but Li Rong’s aura repulsed it intensely.

His entire skeleton felt shattered in an instant; Lin Chen lacked even the strength to move a single finger.

"You’re so temperamental!" Mu Qingyu laughed, tapping his forehead. The scene of Ye Linghan punishing He Qihui during the New Year still felt vivid.

Correct—the arrival was none other than the sunglasses man, whose power was unfathomable; waiting outside the hall were also Cong Cong, Tian Wu, and Bu Lingjue.

Shi Jingtian walked forward step by step; his figure and words struck deep into Lü He’s mind like heavy hammers. Could he—could he be an invincible man like Wuming? This thought spun uncontrollably in her mind.

"Light source? You mean the sun?" Ye Linghan gazed toward the sun; its blinding glare made it nearly impossible to open his eyes.

Du Gu Ao Xue’s beautiful eyes shimmered with an unusual glow; these two men stirred an overwhelming shock within her. Standing behind them, she finally understood what true protection meant.

"I know better than you." Wukong swung his long sword; a spray of blood spurted from Kangde’s neck.

It was mealtime; the shop was packed, and she had to wait in line. She patiently took a number at the door and waited.

"Let me explain!" Gu Ming was frantic, but before he could panic for more than a few seconds, he calmed down—he suddenly remembered the other person liked him too. Instantly composed, he wiped his bloody nose with what he thought was a dashing expression: "It’s nothing."

After about fifteen minutes, the insects, like hunting hounds, scoured the valley and finally halted above a patch of mud.

With no other choice, these fellows had to stop and begin making torches for illumination.

Chen Bo was now the center of attention; the direction he flew naturally drew the eyes of countless cultivators.

But that wasn’t the most important thing; the most important thing was the two sentences Tu Su had spoken before.

"But he doesn’t understand the pain of being poor like me, wu wu." Someone felt heartbroken, staring at his empty hands, bitter and stifled.

They understood Mandarin but couldn’t speak it; hearing her words, they began shouting again, their expressions fierce and terrifying.

The middle-aged man felt a searing pain in all his internal organs; he hadn’t expected this young man to possess such formidable strength.

Especially Jia Bufan, watching the guy from Mingjian Tower shouting and jumping on the arena, his eyes suddenly lost focus.

Lin Rourou clenched her fists tightly; the ocean of hatred and rage within her could no longer be suppressed. Her beautiful face twisted into a grotesque, terrifying mask.

Qin Xinhao cursed, "Fuck," and charged straight inside. Since Wang Ling had decided to stay, Qin Xinhao and I no longer cared about exposure—we rushed headlong into the interior.

Hongli slowly untied Nalan’s hair ribbon, letting her glossy black tresses cascade down; he stroked her hair and gently kissed her temple.