Volume 1, Chapter 22: Working for Yourself Beats Working for Someone Else!

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If someone had spoken of challenging Tang Yan a few years ago, everyone would have thought that person had a screw loose to challenge the number one playboy of Cloud City.

Even with Sima Yun’s usual composure, he began to panic now. Wasn’t it said that the grain and fodder would arrive today? Why was there not even a whisper of news?

Everything I possess, in the end, I cannot keep a single thing. The so-called majesty of the Son of Heaven is the loneliest existence of all.

Under the night breeze, a few strands of her dark, slightly curled hair fluttered, revealing a stretch of snow-white neck. Su Mu’s heart skipped a beat; beyond his distraction, he found himself at a loss for words.

Lu Ming had wanted to say "we are in the same business," but he suspected that "Moonlight and Sparse Stars" was exactly that peer, and if he spoke too bluntly and burned bridges later, it would not be ideal.

His voice turned crisp and soft, his laughter like the bewitching charm of a demon. The Left Prime Minister ignored his words entirely, though the muscles on his face twitched slightly.

Young Master Yun then realized that after I was struck by his lightning, I was, quite literally, completely unharmed.

As soon as these words were spoken, before Lu Ming and his companions could respond, a "Hmph" came from behind them. It was easy to guess it was one of the two mages from the Wild Wolves.

Magellan watched the wooden sailing ship slowly descending from the sky, his mind in total chaos. "Why can such an outdated wooden sailing ship fly freely in the sky?" Li Huamei jumped onto the Magellan, with Xingjiu and Yifeng following closely behind, while Yi An remained on the ship.

But even if it could be used, it did not matter. After all, the nature of magical beasts is to favor so-called hand-to-hand combat. In other words, as long as humans do not use spiritual power attacks, the beasts prefer melee battles, so Ouyang Xiaosa was not worried at all about the issue of using spiritual power.

Thus, Okamura Yasuji rose and left the living room. Before long, he returned and handed a sealed, ancient-looking long sword to the mysterious person, saying solemnly.

"Three pieces? Lanterns Flickering, have you not visited the forums in a long time?" The Guardian looked at me with some confusion.

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"Hmph, how could our princess possibly attend such a banquet, nor should she? If her identity were exposed, it would be even more dangerous," Alan snorted.

Lin Yu put away the thin slices and set them aside. He picked up the Flame Stone and began to calcine it again. He took out a jade box, but this one was different from the previous one; it was just an ordinary jade box.

Among the cousin’s best friends, Wu Wu could be considered the true number one bestie. As for Guan Tingting and the others, they could not really be counted as number one; they were merely friends who had a relatively good relationship with the cousin.

I had gone through all the photos and information of the Gongsun family that Song Sisi sent yesterday. It was my father’s birthday banquet; why didn’t Gongsun Feng come? I felt some doubts in my heart, but I did not think too much about it.

"Zhang Cheng, I feel we are so fated; we run into each other everywhere!" Gongsun Lanlan said with a coquettish laugh as she approached me. As she drew closer, the scent she emitted became even more intense, and I felt my nerves becoming restless.

Xiao Jinguang nodded after hearing what Chen Yun had to say. He lit a cigarette and, accompanied by his adjutant and Chen Yun, walked out of the house. Standing under the afterglow of the sunset, feeling the gentle and refreshing evening breeze, and looking at the beautiful sunset in the distant sky, he could not help but exhale a cloud of smoke and speak slowly.

He had never been so thirsty for capital as he was now, nor had he ever been so full of fighting spirit. Pressure truly can drive people to excel.

The Thousand-Leaf Lock that Han Jinsheng relied on for his fame was destroyed just like that. The silver leaves, having lost their connections, scattered on the ground one by one; if picked up, they could only be used as ordinary throwing darts.

Du Ruo roared a long string of words like a floodgate opening, and finally, imitating Qiao Anming’s posture, she pressed her arms against the edge of the table, looking every bit like she was confronting him.

But the moment she stood before the door, she smelled a thick scent of medicine and alcohol. The smell was coming from behind the door.

I went to my mother’s grave, burned some paper money for her, and talked to myself for a long time. I do not know if she could hear me, but I only hope she will bless the child in my womb to be healthy in heaven; I do not ask for anything else.

Firstly, the White Wolf was beyond his expectations. The creature summoned by this Level 1 Creature Summoning spell scroll seemed extremely powerful. He and Anna still had three more in their possession; this was an incredibly formidable force.

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"Awoo~~" A low, angry growl erupted from the throat of the giant white wolf nearby.

But in Linda’s heart, she thought: since Mu Ximo had been watching her for so long at the dinner table, he must have something he wanted to say to her, so she would let him speak first.

"Understood." Alidelan let out a long sigh. Truth be told, testing him to this extent, his merchant’s intuition told him that Zhang Yuan was by no means an ordinary person. Such a person was someone he most likely could not afford to provoke. Had it not been for Marlan’s wishes, he would have known to retreat after at most two days of probing.

In the end, the meal that was planned to be lively was eaten in dead silence, filled with awkwardness and sheer agony.

Nian Zheng’s face was already covered in a cold sweat. He had told the Dean and Vice-Dean exactly what happened that day. Although he felt their handling of the situation was inappropriate, it was not something he could intervene in.

It was precisely because of Wang Xin’s unpretentious and innocent nature that, even though there were times when An Ruoran had the urge to slap her, it did not stop them from becoming good friends.

In the half-year since her mother passed away, her temperament had changed significantly. She was no longer as reckless as before. Perhaps she had already understood the tragedy of her situation; life to her was like a helpless duckweed, liable to be torn apart by a violent hurricane in the long river of time at any moment.

When Yu Yue first saw the Underworld Emperor, her heart skipped a beat. His elegant green robes were exactly the same as the figure in green who had slipped into her dreams that day. Was it for this man that Meier had been willing to betray the Emperor and abandon the honorable status of Empress of the Heavenly Domain, choosing to follow him to the death?