Chapter 256

Liu Jiankai slipped back from WeChat Company to Today Capital; on the way, he contacted Xu Zong, proposing to convene an analysis meeting on the WeChat project.

By the time Xu Xin returned to the company, the meeting room was nearly full—everyone had already taken their seats, save for her.

“How’s that stubborn bastard doing?”

Xu Xin asked as she sat down, guessing there must be concrete progress—otherwise, such a hasty move wouldn’t have happened.

1.05 million, the user base of WeChat Company has been capped

The poison insects of a Poison Dao cultivator are equivalent to the magic treasures of other cultivators. The stronger the poison insects, the more formidable the cultivator’s combat methods. Yet, like magic treasures, poison insects require the cultivator to devote immense effort to refining and nurturing them.

After much internal struggle, Gong Meimei ultimately decided to make the first move by showing goodwill toward the gray-clad youth.

Thus, when the ability expired, the training gains Etro acquired during its duration did not accumulate into his actual physical condition. After regressing again, he regained only the “new” state of twelve years ago—there was no possibility of recovering his prior training gains.

Although the śarīra had been refined away, its wondrous effects had not vanished; instead, they had become a permanent enhancement to the halo and the gourd, directly usable by Yu Dao.

But after entering university and beginning to date Zhang Ting, He Tianfeng changed greatly in character and conduct, growing distant from old classmates.

Yet Shi Jianwu still felt Gong Dai Zou’s explanation was too simplistic… such wording implied he had prior experience as a director.

Both men had muscular builds, yet in this freezing snowscape, they wore only thin long shirts.

On the way home, he stopped by a café, picked up some food, and brought it back—thus ended another day.

He ran to another mountain, found a suitable sniping position, and immediately dropped to the ground, adjusting his optical sight.

There are animators who can revise storyboards and movements themselves and still be permitted to do so—even some particularly enjoy “making unauthorized changes,” especially on the most critical CUTs, where they take even greater liberties. But such cases are extreme rarities; very few animators reach that level of technical recognition.

Amid Su Xinyu’s loud complaints, over ten minutes later came sounds that made the Ice-Clear and Jade-Pure sisters blush furiously; only after a long while did the noise subside, and only then did the sisters calm down, stealing glances back at Chu Feng and Su Xinyu, who had collapsed into sleep after their struggle, their eyes lingering especially on Chu Feng.

So Chu Feng did not choose to storm out in rage, for that would be irresponsible toward himself and those who trusted him; survival held hope, but death meant nothing remained.

Bu Jie’s rotund frame engulfed Du Nan in a bear hug, his fleshy face glistening with tears.

The unicorn, sensing Bai Feiyue’s grim expression, immediately set down the Xuantian Cold Iron.

To be fair, Huang Zhongxiao was lucky, for Beichen was most familiar with and most deeply attuned to the Dao of the blade.

Zhang Airong opened her mouth to speak but fell silent; Qin Jing, whose left arm was suspended in a sling, also hung her head without a word.

After the video ended, Yang Nansheng was about to speak, but for some reason—whether a staff error or otherwise—the already-finished video began playing again.

After solemnly challenging me, Tang Anning turned away with a haughty expression, summoning her two best friends to follow her.

“State your name, or you’ll die without knowing who killed you,” she said, yanking up the summoned beast, a trace of mockery in her gaze.

When Zhang Airong saw the muscles on my chest, she blushed slightly—something I hadn’t expected.

“Probably heard the Young Master became the Divine Son of Jiuding Sect,” an Elder replied. “He’s come to apologize.”

Mu Chaoge sneezed violently—she was seated cross-legged on her bed, having sneezed five or six times in a row, leaving Zhou Maomao and Dujuan frantic.