Chapter 49: The Young Uncle Excels at Swindling and Bluffing

Yun Chuxia hurried to change her clothes, putting on a simple pair of jeans and a short white hoodie, and styled her hair into a high bun. Her skin was exceptionally fair, and her clean, natural face tempered the vivid, striking features of her face, giving her a look that was both fresh and enchanting.

Si Haochen's gaze swept across her waist, but he ultimately just reached out to pinch the top knot of her hair, saying gently, "Peng Lei has already arrived."

Peng Lei seemed well accustomed to handling emergencies. He still maintained his usual refined, unflappable demeanor as he saw Yun—her sword movement was like a graceful, fluttering butterfly, entirely devoid of killing intent, yet the shifting sword light flowed like continuous frost, possessing an indescribable and profound intricacy.

"Well..." Su Tingting had never expected that Song Paiyu, who had been quietly listening to her pour her heart out, would suddenly kiss her. She let out a feeble moan, and immediately wrapped her arms tightly around the back of Song Paiyu's neck, responding clumsily yet passionately.

The middle-aged man was extremely displeased with the young man's submissive and servile attitude. After a wave of impatient hand gestures, he immediately began to analyze the situation for both sides, while simultaneously dangling a temptation that the young man found impossible to resist.

To be honest, those Portuguese people were terrified. But facing the Great Ming, they were even more terrified. They had no idea where Portugal was, but the Great Ming had already been their suzerain state for a century.

Facts speak louder than words, and even if Aqiesh wanted to explain, he could not find a single excuse. "Very well." Having said that, he watched Batumongke turn and walk away, feeling extremely awkward.

"This is because I plated the outer layer of the sword with 'Black Crystal Obsidian'. Not only is this material indestructible, but it can also suppress the overflowing spiritual energy of the weapon without hindering its original abilities," Zhentian explained slowly. What Chen Yun did not know was how difficult it was to find 'Black Crystal Obsidian', a priceless treasure that could not be bought even with a fortune.

At the same time, Hua Yuxi gently furrowed her delicate brows and shifted her gaze toward Yan Zhao.

I clicked my tongue inwardly, thinking to myself: You aren't delicate and tender enough already? Do you want to be so flawless that a breath would break you? The northeastern wind blows twice a day here, six hours each time—are you even planning to step outside? Based on this mindset alone, she didn't seem like much of an immortal to me.

The drugs An Feng was about to transfer were worth thirty billion, but the cost was not low either. Although the portion given to Matthew had a market value of eighteen billion, the final net profit would be around 2.5 billion at best. When factoring in competition, patent expiration, market shifts, and other variables, by the time upgrades were needed five or six years later, his profits might approach ten billion.

Even noblewomen and socialites sourced their stunning gowns for various occasions from here, either having them custom-made or simply employing these renowned designers. As Joanna often needed to accompany An Feng to high-end social events, her demand for formal gowns was quite high.

A pair of pale, ghastly eyes instantly appeared before him. A fierce vengeful spirit was clinging to the stone wall, looking down headfirst into the pit.

First, Dugu Yifang chose a decoy to watch the battle while the true self never returned; the decoy was brutal and merciless, plunging the common people into unimaginable misery. Later, Dugu Yifang was slain by Nie Feng, and Wushuang City was taken over by World Alliance, which inevitably brought another round of wartime suffering.

"Mom, we're heading out." As soon as she finished eating, Su Wangge immediately pulled Yan Mumu toward the door.

Seeming to see right through Guo Qin's inner thoughts, after a long silence, Murong Kuangbo's voice sounded in Guo Qin's ears once again.

Let alone others who were clueless, how could Kong Lu himself not know the true identity of that so-called human? Kurosaki Ichigo's father, Kurosaki Isshin, was originally a Soul Reaper. Although Ichigo was born from the union of a Soul Reaper and a Quincy, meaning he could only be said to possess half of a Soul Reaper's blood, regardless of how one looked at it, he was certainly no ordinary human.

This actually involved a certain degree of rule-breaking, but airplanes were nothing like cars—how could the police pull them over for a routine inspection in mid-air?

In an instant, the Xuanfan Barrier rippled like churning waves, spreading out for tens of thousands of feet, extinguishing all the light in the heavens, and causing the chaotic battle to abruptly halt into a sudden silence.