Chapter 50

Treasured artifacts and valuables. Your Ming Dynasty cannot provide the quantities that our Tang Dynasty requires, and since you are also in short supply, you naturally won’t give them.

“Do you really think this is necessary? You’ve always been smart—how can you not understand that the past can never return?” Fang Yuchen said with a tone of deep regret.

Previously, Luo Fan thought that a few hundred female spirit steeds falling into the hands of the great demon lord Zeus wouldn’t have much impact; at worst, it would just delay rescuing Yunxi. Yet, he never anticipated such severe consequences.

At this moment, Xiao Ya did not put her veil back on. Since her master had already left, and the king had already seen her, there was no point in covering her face again.

“Su Zi...” Lin Feng had never seen Su Zi cry before and was at a loss. He wanted to comfort her but didn’t know what to say.

With the fall of Yun Zhongzi, such treasures became increasingly rare, their value continuously appreciating.

Seeing these two from the Kunlun Immortal Sect acting so arrogantly in their Dongxuan Sword Sect, Gu Haoran’s tone was filled with anger.

Liang Qing observed the man carefully but found that his energy was well concealed, giving no clues about his cultivation or status. However, Liang Qing felt an overwhelming sense of danger. He knew today’s battle would be fierce.

Fang Jinshi saw the disappointed expression on Prince Rikan’s face and knew his currency exchange plan had again encountered trouble. He guessed that Mr. Meng had uncovered his scheme and used a decisive move to cut off his resources, even at the cost of compensating Prince Rikan with forty thousand Song coins and eighty thousand Liao coins, to thwart Fang Jinshi’s plot.

That day, when he faced danger inside the palace, he felt the other’s killing intent was intense, as if they knew the shadow assassin would strike lightning-fast to kill him, leaving him no chance to fight back.

She clung to Kuang Shijie, now a thorough gentleman, merely as a stepping stone. The Kuang family didn’t hesitate to spend money on her, so she had nothing to worry about. Leveraging her connection with the second young master of the Kuang family, she even got involved with the family head. Otherwise, how could she so boldly flaunt her advantages in front of Tang Sheng?

All the pocket money for the members of the harem was recorded under their names, but no large sums were given to them directly; instead, the money remained invested in the group company’s earnings.

Du Meiyue took the silver notes and went straight to sleep, not even unblocking the second young master’s acupuncture points. The monk naturally understood the reasoning and, full of envy, finished the last bowl of osmanthus wine, drooling.

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Seeing Liu Tian return, Qin Lingling seemed guilty, her delicate face flushing slightly, and she dared not meet his eyes directly.

The Xiao brothers were fierce warriors who had each achieved ‘a thousand kills’ within the ‘301’ team, figures who were normally revered by others.

The horse keeper thought to himself, “Hmph, sooner or later I’ll make you see how formidable a horse keeper can be. Perhaps only the master’s keen eye can recognize me, Zhang Hu, this thousand-mile horse.”

By the time they reached the city center, it was already noon. Liu Tian went nowhere else first but straight to Zhou Lanlan’s place.

Tang Ling was also very sensitive spiritually, looking at Li Feng in surprise, sensing some change in her man, though she couldn’t pinpoint what it was; it felt very special.

Once the battlefield was chosen, the fight began. Before their eyes appeared the desolate surface of a planet, with fierce winds raging. The ground was covered in thick ice, temperatures below minus one hundred degrees Celsius. So far, no hurricanes had appeared. The biggest problems were magnetic interference and gravity.

The three left the Li mansion and found an inn in the city to rest. Mo Qiqi spoke with Li Jiugo, mostly answering his questions about the tenth floor of the Tongtian Tower. She barely remembered much, only vaguely recalling learning a set of sword techniques and fighting countless mechanical beasts, and she shared bits and pieces with Li Jiugo.

Zhang Ziqiang’s plan was masterminded by Mo Xuan as the strategist behind the scenes, but the actual operations were all handled by Zhou Qiang.

“Ah Zui!” You Ning grabbed her arm to stop her, but Lu Li, sensing something strange, turned his head and glanced sideways.

Just as Blueberry finished speaking, the bedroom door suddenly opened again, and the two saw Chu Yu emerge wearing the yellow hero’s cloak.

Zhang Hai sighed. Bitten by zombies, he had no choice but to end his own life. If he didn’t, the others would have had to finish him off.

For someone with dreams of filmmaking, Hollywood in America was undoubtedly a place of longing. Every movie star in Xiangjiang took pride in going to Hollywood to make films.

In mere moments, the situation, which had seemed very unfavorable for the foxes, reversed. Now only four fire infants remained in the air.

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He dropped out of middle school in the second year, at the age of fourteen, to pursue a career in comics. Of course, family circumstances played a role, but his own unwillingness to study was also a factor.

He quickly glanced up at his administrative supervisor, then Mo Xuan fell into deep thought again.

Yan Li sighed, abandoning the idea of explaining further to the heir. The more he said now, the less the heir believed him. Only when Yan Chuan returned could the misunderstanding be truly resolved. By then, the time would be right.

With their fists touching, what connected them was tacit understanding, trust, and affection. It’s often said that chaos breeds heroes, but the brotherhood forged in such times is all the more precious.

Over the past six months, Jiang Zixi had mobilized many connections and even old allies of the Yu family to search for Yu Qingqing.

At this moment, Xia Dieyi’s face flushed bright red, and her gaze at Chen Fei was filled with murderous intent. If her eyes could kill, Chen Fei would have died dozens of times over by now.

“Without my sister’s permission, I conceived the dragon seed on my own. I hope my sister can forgive me,” Zhang Junwan said with a hint of unease at the corner of her eye. Yet her tone did not sound like an apology.

Afterward, Qu Qiangwei led Chen Fei into the Shen family villa. Upon entering, they saw many people wearing worried expressions, including Shen Congjun, who glared at Chen Fei but dared only glare.

Who would have thought that at seven in the evening, Paris was hit by a heavy rainstorm? The district where they lived had its electrical circuits damaged, causing a blackout.

The Blue Lion, White Elephant, and Great Roc knew that Jiutou Chong had previously clashed with Pan Chen, so they brought Jiutou Chong here, hoping to use this banquet to reconcile. After all, Pan Chen was now regarded as the foremost figure among the demon race.