41 Forty-one Whales

“Don’t say a word yet. Let me guess—could it be Lu Xiangsheng who has arrived?” Li Zixiao said with a smile.

After much contemplation, he decided it was best to leave immediately, as all signs indicated that the other party could always find him. If a Dao Ancestor-level figure were to personally appear, even the chaotic Demon Domain could not offer him sanctuary.

Now, the raiding soldiers at the forefront had advanced two hundred paces—already within the firing range of the supply camp’s wheeled cannon.

“Very well! I, Song Jiang, shall reluctantly comply!” Song Jiang replied with satisfaction, bowing to the crowd.

Originally submerged beneath the waters of the Spirit Pool, it had gone unnoticed, but now that the pool had dried up, it was fully exposed.

Although, to comply with legal procedures, Longteng appeared to purchase each property individually, the funds from these acquisitions were immediately funneled back into Longteng’s hands.

She wasn’t unwilling to be with Li Hengxuan; rather, she feared that her association with the Great Xia emperor would drag Wanbao Tower into an irreversible abyss.

He wondered silently whether Yang Wei had come here to buy pork for the welfare home’s orphans.

Amid the crowd’s murmurs, a Wuling Hongguang and a Ferrari both pulled up at the starting line, and the two drivers simultaneously turned their heads to glance at each other.

“General Li, Li Yibin, the court has treated you well. The prince has invited you to be his son-in-law. You must be worthy of the court and honorable to Lord Zhou,” Huang Shu said coldly.

He pondered over the third clamp for a mere fraction of a second before placing it in a reasonable position.

Blood stained not only him but also the cavalry soldiers behind him, each exuding a terrifying aura of deadly hostility.

Because of the matter involving Xue Yan, Mao Leyan decided to return to the Mao family. Tomorrow, the Dowager Consort planned to invite them to the mansion. At the very least, she had to dispel Xue Yan’s intention to marry into the prince’s household. Ultimately, this was her own doing, and she did not wish to bear the consequences of Xue Yan’s tragedy in the future.

Regarding the God of Destruction and Weiss, Sun Yu was reluctant to have them remain on Earth until he possessed comparable strength. However, if he could get close to Weiss and have him guide his cultivation, it would be beneficial.

The bookkeeping was thorough; the accountant initially thought the investigation would yield nothing, but to their surprise, Mao Leyan’s meticulousness uncovered the problem within half a day.

Moreover, to Li Zetian’s delight, the investigation into Whitney Houston in New York had already produced results.

“Then Mother, if Gu Lianli also has feelings for Thirteenth Brother, do you mean…” Su Ruhui asked cautiously.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” Jiao Ming said as he touched his stomach and took several deep breaths, confirming that the pain and strange hallucinations had completely vanished.

It was precisely because of such willing hearts that General Xue Yue could command this operation fearlessly.

“Beidou! Could it be the Burial Emperor Star!? You actually crossed the starry sky!” The old sect leader’s carefully maintained composure instantly shattered; the name of the Burial Emperor Star was renowned throughout the entire universe.

Simply because Yu Qian was a high-level curse master, she could obliterate the Ghu Huan family, whose members were only mid-level awakeners. Moreover, behind Yu Qian stood the formidable Ancient Yu clan, whose power was like the brilliance of a full moon compared to the faint light of fireflies, an unfathomable chasm.

Han Qianyu felt a chill run down her spine; with Jiang Mengrou’s strength, if she truly wished to kill him, it would be effortless.

But where could they run? Spectators had formed a large circle, forcing them to remain within its confines.

Under the damage of a single grenade, which dealt 1,400 points of injury, the dozen monsters at the forefront had not even closed within one hundred meters before being collectively annihilated by the blast.

Today was Sunday, and business was good. So far, twenty-seven sets of clothes and pants had been sold, earning over one hundred yuan.

“Now I’m giving you three one last chance—get lost! Disappear from my sight immediately!” Han Qianyu grabbed Xu Wei’s wrist and flung him harshly, colliding with the two henchmen behind him.

At the moment the order was given, Ya’er prepared to use her immense power to drag the Devouring Giant Frog away. As long as this creature was gone, no matter how formidable the enemy’s formation was, they would not be able to withstand their superior numbers.

Now the first leg of the race would be run by Mu Nan, as his record in the convoy was the third best, so he had no choice but to run the first leg.

The boss’s home was indeed extraordinary, arranged meticulously with mountains and waterscapes, exuding an aura of grandeur within the residence.

Zhang Jianping stared at her silently. Li Xiuying nodded to him, pursed her lips to force a smile, and then turned to leave.

Actually, when the battle broke out at sea that afternoon, the island’s residents faintly heard the sound of cannon fire, but no one expected the Chen family’s ship to be caught up in it.

The eldest Li brother smiled and walked into the storage room, connecting to the “video chat” inside the ceramic jar. Han Nuo had been staying in the rental house almost all day except for sleeping at night; she even declined Yang Yun’s invitation to go out for a movie. As for Liu Zhaoren, he had not contacted Han Nuo for some time.

“No need to refund my tuition; just extend my study period by another month. I really enjoy learning to paint from Teacher Luo,” I said honestly. Learning from him, classmates often teased him, laughing until their stomachs hurt—just like my high school days.

At that moment, Xiao Zhu finally noticed Dongdong. He awkwardly averted his gaze and blinked, then, once his confusion subsided, glanced at Dongdong.

Liu Shengdong felt a surge of relief; fortunately, China had sent someone to accompany them this time, or else he would have collapsed on the ground.

A strong wind blew, and the “observer” said that ghost was too formidable, so he had no choice but to flee hurriedly.

Seeing her rush away in a panic, Su Kui leaned back in the chair, shook her head with a sigh, then suddenly asked a cryptic question.

Jealousy emanated from Ye Zheng’s entire being—a kingly aura no one could ignore. Even when he smiled at you, his eyes were filled with innate pride, as if everything in the world was beneath him, not worth his worry or concern.