Forty-four Whales

"Didn't our lord spend some time in that place before? How could it be such a coincidence?" Even Niu Da, who had always been considered rather slow-witted, sensed something a bit peculiar.

In the same parking lot, beside a BMW 730, a tall, slender man stood looking thoughtfully at the distant figure.

"Nuannuan, what is wrong with you today? Look, your eyes are red and swollen again. Did Duan Chengyu upset you and make you sad again?" Wu Xintian put aside her playful expression and asked her with a serious face.

The sky was covered by a huge black curtain, pressing down heavily, giving people a suffocating feeling. Even though various lights were struggling to sustain a brightness under the night sky, they always gave a sense of falling short.

The tall leader looked at the large bag full of food and seemed somewhat satisfied. His knitted brow relaxed, and the look he gave Shen Feifei became much softer.

Wu'ai did not say much either. She sat not far from Byers and began refining it. Only then did she realize that this super-grade trophy was truly difficult to refine; earlier, it was simply because her body happened to be undergoing evolution, whereas the Golden Phoenix did not require refining.

Having received the mission, Zhang Cheng left the main force with a few personal guards and headed straight for Black Mountain. Having gone through several high-stakes negotiations that felt like walking a tightrope, Zhang Cheng's boldness had grown immensely. He charged straight into the northern camp of the "Twelve Constellation Guards" in Black Mountain with a few guards, without even frowning once.

"Xiruo, what on earth is happening? Didn't we agree to have dinner here? Why are things suddenly coming up?" Zhou Mingjian asked with some displeasure.

"That's right, what's wrong? A real man, what's there to be afraid of when drinking a little? Come, come, pour you a glass." Infected by the atmosphere, Yueque Fu took a bold step forward, holding a bottle of wine and offering it to Wu'ai.

"Uncle Hua, you eat this bowl." Su Nuannuan moved the first bowl of tangyuan to the newly seated Wen Jianhua.

Chu Mi received an invitation from Chu Ruiyuan and was filled with questions, wondering why her brother had suddenly invited her to dinner. Puzzled as she was, she decided to go anyway and observe how things developed.

Actually, gold shops generally make their profit from melting losses, but since this gold coin was obtained by Zhou Kun through a fortuitous encounter, the boss's suggestion happened to suit his wishes.

Looking at Mi Xin's retreating back, Shanshan always felt something was a bit strange, yet she couldn't quite put her finger on what was odd.

"Don't tell me you never wash your clothes? Then you must be so filthy! No wonder there's such a sour smell..." Su Yu covered her nose as she spoke, looking utterly disgusted.

Or rather, this was the expectation of the new leadership team here in Jiangcheng. Naturally, they hoped that Maochang's medical business division would take root here, and the deeper, the better.

"Boss Zhou, how is it you have time to come to the factory today?" Security guard Lao Liu was just about to find a corner to smoke a cigarette when he saw Zhou Kun's minivan in the distance. To be honest, in their juice factory, only the boss would drive this kind of vehicle in.

"Talk, I'll talk, I'll talk!" that person yelled loudly, fearing that Ah Jiu wouldn't hear him and would throw him down in anger.

And he had not given her any news whatsoever. Even the fact that he was returning today was something she learned from a colleague.

"If the TV is on and you're not watching it, turn it off. Day in and day out, it's all about your phone. I reckon you'll ruin yourself over that phone sooner or later." Nuo'ai's mother needled her again.

It was just an ordinary preliminary contact, so he hadn't brought a lawyer along. Otherwise, he would have had a specialized lawyer to help handle contract matters.

Du Po's expression instantly turned extremely furious. He discovered that this suddenly appeared expert was not much weaker in strength than himself, especially when holding the golden sword; his prowess was only a fraction inferior to his own, closely matching that of the previous golden skeleton.

Such changes now transcended Lu Yue's control, and because of this, Lu Yue became even more certain that Sakyamuni would ultimately complete his transcendence.

To actually call him a sacrificial offering meant he must have been targeted by some organization. Even if he made it out of the ancient battlefield, it would remain extremely perilous.

A wave of intense sorrow devoured Angela's inner self. She clenched her fingers and then slightly adjusted her breathing.

To better control this empire, Zhou Ming had recently been pushing forward his second plan—the Infection Plan.

Before long, they arrived in front of a building nearly ten meters tall. Although the building was not high, its footprint was quite large.

When Han Ming carefully examined the flying sword floating before him, his heart was deeply shaken. Yet as to why, he himself did not know. Just seeing the slender, dark-gray flying sword in front of him filled his heart with a sense of sorrow.

"Hmph, hypocritical. What kind of person you are, I, Yue Buqun—no, Zu Lengchan—know very well," Zu Lengchan sneered coldly.

Li Xingfeng's eyes gradually widened as he stared in disbelief at the opposite President Yang. It was already startling enough that President Yang knew about silicon-anode batteries, but he hadn't expected him to understand even these technical details.

It seemed that this kind of rare acupuncture technique had a total of over ten million variations, though Xu Che couldn't quite remember all of them.

Amidst Zhang Jiaojiao's murderous gaze and Qian Shaobai's confident demeanor, I shook my head neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Tonight's main meal consisted of rice porridge, steamed buns, and stir-fried dishes, which was also the standard dinner menu in our hometown of Henan.

Luo Xuefei had her back to Lu Shengye and didn't notice the footsteps behind her at all. A dark shadow enveloped her, and a pair of clean, dark-blue indoor slippers came into view.

Xu Che feigned sudden realization, and then his gaze slowly swept over the people lying on the ground, speaking with a pointed implication.

Looking at Xu Che before him, aside from being somewhat handsome, everything else about him—from his attire to his temperament—was thoroughly ordinary.