Chapter 228: 222 Gift (5K)

Spring Festival is approaching; prepare New Year goods and arrange vacation time.

Baixiaosheng had a very successful year in 2009, and with Yu Xing's personal wealth quietly accumulating, the year-end bonuses for employees were naturally generous—but he rejected the suggestion to organize a team-building event, feeling everyone would be better off without pretending to smile and just relaxing.

On February 11, Yu Xing finished his current communications and his thoughts drifted home.

Just then, he had just finished a one-minute call with his mother.

One minute later, the arched gateway of Sangdun Light appeared in the crowd's view; beside it stood two fully armed, violent Upper-Stage mech warriors, and around them were deployed eight ultra-high-rate particle cannons, covering a ten-kilometer area, where moments earlier the people had been wildly loud but now all fell silent.

The only one beside him capable of standing against a Martial Sovereign was Tan Jue, the third-ranked on the Qianlongbang.

We've been trading blows, tormenting each other—but as he torments me, he also pierces my heart deeply.

He noticed shadows flickering within the white light, so he tried to widen his eyes to see clearly—but discovered his body was uncontrollable; the light before him remained faint, the shadows still blurred, impossible to focus.

Given Ye Hansheng's personality, he certainly wouldn't agree, and I don't want to disagree with him over this, so I'm at a loss.

For example, the Huanhuan Sect is the largest pornography empire, and the Tang Clan is the biggest assassin organization—these bottom-tier dealings are controlled by these sects, and their cultivation methods are tied to them.

"Xi…" Wasn't the person seated on the sofa none other than Du Gu Lingxi, whom Meng Zui most did not want to see right now?

Du Gu the Sword God was simply too formidable to describe; the audience could only curse to vent their Rexue.

I invited her to sit down, but when she walked beside me, I suddenly stood up and told her to keep her distance.

Actually, Mu Ximo is still a very trustworthy person, and besides, they're just trying to date for now.

Di Lingtian sneered lightly, his figure descending; as his foot touched the dust, an overwhelming, world-destroying aura surged forth like a tangible force, and the already riddled Snake Den could not withstand the crushing pressure—now it cracked with sharp "crackling" sounds, spiderwebbing across its surface.

I heard Aunt Wang laughs nonstop every day, but I wonder what she's so happy about? Yunyun is still so young—already thinking about grandchildren?

But he didn't pay it much mind; if Naluo appeared near him, he'd naturally kill Naluo—but for now, becoming stronger mattered more.

But Tai Shu Zhi soon relaxed; even if the opponent was nearly at Foundation Establishment, what did it matter? He was only at Primordial Eleven, but he was confident that given time to break through to Primordial Twelve, in a real fight, the outcome was still uncertain.

Early the next morning, the Zhongzhou team arrived at the Master Plaza, preparing to enter the Chronicles of Gods and Demons world to resurrect Zheng Zhe and complete the so-called "Flying Buddha" hidden quest—just as everyone was about to depart.

The Academy City is a highly inclusive research facility; as long as research isn't anti-human, anti-society, or ethically paradoxical, it's permitted—and technologies usable for rebuilding buildings and arming security officers couldn't possibly relate to such things—so what reason is there to hide the lab?

"What's going on with Lu Fang? Why was he arrested by the Brocade Uniform Guard?" Luo Xin asked sharply.

Fang Zizai was mentally exhausted, gritting his teeth; though he appeared relaxed, he had exerted his full strength—tracing spiritual runes was extremely draining on the mind.

Ying Feiyang quickly reined in his power by a third; with a sharp "ting!" the upper half of the jagged intent sword descended from the sky and plunged upright into the ground, and two figures landed simultaneously.

Last time, Xuan Yi secretly concealed the matter of Song Jinyin, and for some reason, it enraged the master greatly—so while Jinyin lay in bed for days, Xuan Yi lay in bed for just as long.

Back at his rental apartment, Lin Qishan lay on his bed scrolling through his phone, then suddenly felt the urge to urinate—he tossed the phone aside and ran to the bathroom.

At this point, Xiong Jiushan didn't care who it was—if anyone could save so many sick people, he'd agree to any condition.

Xie Yuchuan narrowed his eyes; Guoranruci —his battlefield-honed instinct always let him vaguely sense something.

Once you're in a specialty department, no one stays in the ER—especially not the young; the ER's development prospects are ultimately far worse than other specialties.

It was obvious at a glance that he came because he had something to discuss—but when he arrived, instead of speaking directly, he first chatted about trivial matters.

To avoid insufficient guards during transit, the officers automatically spaced themselves apart on both sides, closely watching the exiled convicts—anyone in the group who even thought of resisting would be beaten mercilessly.

After dinner, Xie Momo voluntarily suggested going for a walk to aid digestion; Ye Zhiyin also wanted to stroll, and they agreed.

Sa Rilang was still talking with Qu Ying; they laughed and chatted, clearly Qu Ying was now completely at ease—the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship was very harmonious.

But before they had gone far from the side courtyard, they bumped into two intimate figures behind a nearby rockery.

"We can't go up anymore—only down. Let's see what's below," Ling Ling frowned.

Song Zhizhi felt that Shen Lang wasn't chewing kidney—he was chewing her, the pitiful one.

Because when I entered, I had already scanned the entire store inside and out with my spiritual sense—and found not a trace of spiritual energy.

Sui Feng was still struggling to swim in the water; fortunately, the sea monster's attention was all focused on the thick smoke, so he was still relatively safe.

Several young men around thirty carried bamboo poles on their shoulders; their laughter and chatter could be heard from far away.

The first thing to catch the eye was the nine golden spheres floating in the air—two of them had already bloomed into golden lotuses; it seemed these nine spheres bloomed according to certain specific factors of the protagonist.

I had originally hesitated to face the Crown Prince due to the long-standing bond between the two children, but I never expected the Crown Prince would speak such words himself.

One after another, figures appeared; one after another, voices rang out; memories of the past surfaced before their eyes.

The darkness didn't last long—when he finally fell into the abyss, he discovered this place held a hidden world.