32 Jinjiang Literature City 32

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Li Manjun could not immediately see the crux of the matter. After all, he was no businessman, nor did he know how to view the relationship between these plots of land through a merchant’s eyes.

He dared to come here because he had already anticipated both the good and the bad outcomes. Even if fortune failed to favor him, he could at least ensure that he would escape unscathed.

Teaching Mother to write was truly agonizing. Listening to her endless muttering, he began to wonder whether what he had written was nothing more than a pile of garbage. Perhaps he should let Father try teaching her instead.

Mr. Bai did not know much about the film industry, but he did know that quite a few companies in Hollywood had been crushed beneath the weight of major productions.

Zhang Yiyi was certainly not exaggerating. She publicly named the ten spirit medicines and guaranteed that each had been growing for more than five thousand years—never for even an hour less.

Lin Jiaying took two steps back, keeping a certain distance from him. “I should go home.”

Faced with Lin Jiaying’s cold attitude, Bo Zixiao felt an emptiness settle in the depths of his heart.

Ou Ge had clearly been bullied just now, and he was rather displeased. But fearing that he might cause trouble for Mr. Bai, he swallowed the sarcasm that had risen to his lips.

Shen Xingxiu very much wanted to pull the girl to her feet and teach her a proper lesson. Yet when he saw her tranquil sleeping face, he still held himself back.

Not only did she rarely spend money recklessly, but whenever she did spend it, she always made sure it was put to the best possible use.

They say a good beginning is half the battle. Her beginning, however, was truly rather disastrous.

Call him foolish or beyond saving—he cared only to lose himself in the happiness she had given him and never awaken again.

At the same time, the Icefire Flood Dragon plunged from the sky, joining Hao Chen in launching another frenzied assault.

After everyone rose and left, he merely flashed, and in the blink of an eye appeared before Hao Chen and the others. His frivolous bearing was filled with contempt for them.

Ye Hanyu sat down on the sofa opposite Madam Ye without even lifting his eyes, never once allowing even the corner of his gaze to fall upon Wen Qianyu.

Huangfu Chen was naturally unwilling to agree. He merely cast a淡淡 glance at Green Lan and Ru Rong, and the two maids immediately understood, withdrawing from the room.

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At this point, she felt more than merely the pain in her body. What hurt even more was her heart—aching terribly, as though someone were cutting it away piece by piece with a knife.

Yet just as Ashilong was lost in a jumble of wild and confused thoughts, Xiao Yulan appeared at the doorway. Her fragrant hair hung loose, she wore a mottled-colored dress and slippers, and her face was filled with fear and embarrassment.

“Indeed. This servant noticed that Auntie Sun’s expression looked rather troubled, and she seemed to be hurrying. I fear something important must have happened,” Yun Ling said softly.

At that moment, both of them were unconscious, utterly devoid of awareness. A mysterious teleportation array had transported them here, and no one knew what this place was. It was as though they had already departed from their original world.

There was hardly anywhere for him to hide, and in an instant, several streams of miasma seeped into his body.

She extended an inviting hand, deliberately or otherwise glancing at Sima Yuan before saying only to Nangong Yanyue, “Please.”

Huang Xuan, who had long since been unable to restrain himself and whose eyes shone with greed, no longer hesitated. He had no intention of letting a duck already cooked fly away right before his eyes.

Seeing that it was already seven in the evening, Bai Zhu left the rented room to appease his five internal organs.

They had already donated a treasure free of charge. Would it not be shameless of him to ask them to donate the remaining one as well?

He Yi Jiang felt a chill in his heart and dared not speak. He knew that the calmer Emperor He Xiao appeared, the more deeply he cared. If he displeased the old man again at such a moment, it was entirely possible that the old fellow would kill him on the spot.

But recalling what Huang Xuan had said earlier, he suddenly understood something: Zhao Rou was not merely the richest woman in the world.

Du Zhenxi was so aggrieved she could have cried. She suddenly felt that this was retribution. She should never have privately mocked the overly dramatic emotional lives of the people around her. Now that it had happened to her, the complexity was no less than that of Shen Chuqi and Du Chenba.

With that, he gave Lu Nianzhi no chance to seize upon his words. He lifted the tea kettle and opened the food box, busily trying to silence Lu Nianzhi with tea and snacks. His hands were suddenly caught by Lu Nianzhi, who pulled them down onto his crossed legs.

His fellow colleagues immediately wore inscrutable expressions. Exchanging a worried glance with the old woman in tacit understanding, they sighed and silently drifted away.

Tang Jiajia was both distressed and at a loss. She had just removed her scented handkerchief and was about to move closer when two long legs suddenly stretched across the low table from the side. Lu Nianzhi bent down and scooped up Du Zhenxi, who was coughing so hard she had doubled over like a shrimp, drawing her into the crook of his arm. He lifted and cuddled her with ease, his large hand patting her back again and again.

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In other words, from the moment the young man threw the smoke bomb and then tossed out those corpses, he had already calculated his subsequent escape route. He had also predicted that the men pursuing the bodies would inevitably trigger a corpse transformation, thereby allowing him to disperse Second Master’s forces and attention as much as possible in the time that followed.

Yet even after the great battle, neither side had any intention of taking a single step back. The conflict could only continue.

Che Yanling slowly moved closer to He Qian. Their gazes gradually locked together, and their lingering looks seemed to make time stand still. He Qian felt the air in her chest growing increasingly thin, and she could not help but blush.

Yang Tutu watched as the man lifted the red wine and gently swirled it over the table. Every movement he made was reminiscent of an aristocratic patriarch. It was clearly only an ordinary Armani suit, yet on him it looked like a bespoke creation.

At that moment, a sudden voice rang out, and Allen and Annie instantly drew their faces apart.

Leng Feier had already turned eighteen that year. In theory, she should have known what the thing between her legs was. But since she had never had contact with any adult man other than her brother, her ignorance was understandable.

These Nether Rivers resembled the River of the Yellow Springs in Eastern legends. They flowed inside and outside the underworld, separating the realms of yin and yang.

He was not lying. At that moment, he was indeed so hungry that his stomach felt pressed against his spine. Hearing this, Han Anxi hurriedly brought over the dishes, then picked up a bowl of porridge and prepared to feed An Qin.

Chen Han shook his head, driving that terrifying voice from his mind. He then opened the terminal in midair and carefully examined the file the other party had just sent him.

“Why? Haven’t you already moved out? Since you left openly and aboveboard, why are you afraid of people finding out?” Bai Xue was somewhat puzzled by her reaction.

But Zhang Feng refused to admit it and shouted, “Why should I? He hit me first!”

I refused to admit it either and said, “Who knows who chased me out of school!”

Zhang Feng and I immediately began hurling insults at each other. With my older cousin there, I was not afraid of him in the slightest.

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