Volume 1, Chapter 28: Living off a woman is truly delightful~

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It is Earth’s most powerful sky battleship, manufactured by the Alchemy Star, a center for geniuses from all major nations. The TPC’s ships are space battleships of a completely different type, so how could this be the outcome?

"Eighty million! Any higher bids?" After waiting a moment, Huangfu Yi’s voice rang out, sounding somewhat hoarse. The hall was silent; no one raised their bid, as if all were stunned by this man.

Yet Ye Kai understood. He knew Ding Linglin as well as he knew the palm of his own hand, so he was not surprised by what Cui Yuzhen claimed to have seen.

"Clatter." The next moment, accompanied by a whistling air pressure, the two figures separated with a loud, metallic clash.

In a rural kitchen, although there is a chimney, in Guan Xiaojun’s view, its purpose is only to make it easier to start a fire for cooking, not to vent smoke. As soon as cooking begins, the kitchen becomes filled with thick smoke; the chimney fails to serve its purpose, or if it does, it is extremely limited.

Almost the moment Zhang Jiao made his move, Cai Xu had a flash of inspiration, recalling the system’s ability to collect records and deduce optimizations.

An Hao prepared to leave to find him, but upon hearing the other employees gossiping, she was forced to stop and close the door.

"Although it might be a blow to you, it is the truth. Junior Brother Feng considers you a good friend, and this was merely a sparring match. Besides, I had absolute certainty of victory, so there was no need to go all out. If I had accidentally killed or crippled you, it would have been difficult for me to answer to Feng," Qin Shuang said with a serious expression.

"This servant deserves to die! This servant deserves to die!" Luqiao’s face turned deathly pale in an instant; she hurriedly set down the teapot and knelt on the ground to beg Zhang Jiayao for mercy.

"Even after entering the Inner Sect, I am still a member of Wisteria Dock and will continue to run errands for you, Senior Brother," Chen Deng said sincerely.

"Is it beginning?" Mo Yunshang asked with an air of indifference, as if he were not the one about to undergo a surgery that the world would find shocking.

"Come back soon!" The Fifth Venerable watched the spirit crane soar into the high sky and couldn't help but wave and shout.

"Didn't he tell you to get lost first thing this morning?" Ma Jiani looked at Xiao Tong with cold eyes, silently fuming as she thought about how much money would have to be spent on plastic surgery after this fall.

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This was something Lin Wanrou, who had always taken such pride in her skin, could not endure. Consequently, she found Lin Wanqing even more detestable. In recent days, she had not only locked her away but also subjected her to constant beatings and verbal abuse.

She had chosen this spot with great care; the tree trunk was just enough to hide her body, and the canopy perfectly obstructed the view of the hidden guards, ensuring they wouldn't suspect anything when she appeared out of thin air.

"Come, come, eat. Don't be a stranger, just treat this like your own home," the Ninth Venerable said, his face full of smiles as he hosted with great enthusiasm.

Stared at by her, Lin Wanqing suddenly became exceptionally flustered, lowering her head to fiddle with the corner of her clothes.

Inside and outside the venue, some were shocked, some envious, some jealous, and others watched with the detachment of spectators. The allure of spiritual power was immense for everyone.

Seeing the soul hovering less than five centimeters from his face, Wang Mo nearly fainted again. But thinking that he couldn't afford to lose face like this again, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and continued to look at the ghost.

At this moment, in a living room in Tangshan, Hebei, Luo Candong and Zhuang Xiao were knitting their brows, heads bowed as they smoked. The room was filled with the pungent scent of Mohe tobacco. This was the tobacco that Brother Hao had brought back from Mohe last year for the New Year, which had been sitting in the house ever since.

Mu Ye scrolled to the bottom of his character template and, sure enough, saw the race he had previously suspected.

Xiang Gangtian listened patiently. This was a story about Zhan Xuan and Ye Shishu. Of course, what he cared about was not what had happened between them or what they had experienced, but rather the reason Zhan Xuan was telling him this.

Seeing the look of disappointment and sorrow on Qing’er’s face, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. "Qing’er, why don't... why don't you sleep with me?" As soon as I said it, I realized how it sounded and hurriedly corrected myself.

The ripples on the surface of the pool grew larger, and a thick, yellow sludge began to churn in the center. Wherever the mixture of black dog blood and boy’s urine passed, wisps of dark, yin energy rose from the water, only to be dissipated by the sunlight the moment they emerged.

No one knew, because the Hall of Longevity had flown into the starry sky, and no one knew where it had gone. How vast the starry sky was, no one knew the end of it; only Divine Repository cultivators could survive in the void.

I lit my lighter, glanced out the window, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, and my mind wandered through a thousand thoughts.

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The next day at dawn, before the sky had even brightened, Xiang Gangtian heard a sharp whistle, followed by a series of thunderous roars.

"You can't do it? You can even calculate the Three Lives Stone Gargoyles; there’s no reason you shouldn't be able to calculate those people," Dian Feng asked in confusion, as he did not understand the way of divination.

His large hand slid over her soft, slender, serpentine waist, moving behind her to rest upon her firm, rounded hips.

Yin Xinyan had truly never considered that Lin Wenxuan would have so many schemes. She only thought that Lin Wenxuan was still the same person as before and would soon fall into her hands again, never imagining that Lin Wenxuan had already changed.

His profile was immersed in a smile, yet Gu Jinjin’s heart sank to the bottom. She had been married into the family for less than a month, and the power struggles of the Jin family were already laid bare. Shang Lu was insane, Jin Hansheng refused to divorce and remarry, and so the task of providing the eldest grandson naturally fell to Jin Yuting.

She sat on the sofa with me, staring with a pair of wide, terrified eyes, looking at me pitifully.

Yuan Zikuo coughed lightly, which finally snapped Ningxiang’s attention back. Ningxiang blushed, feeling embarrassed that Yuan Zikuo had caught her staring, so she lowered her gaze and remained silent.

At first, Xi Xi thought the couple was simply quarreling, and that Yin Xinyan had been angry enough to return to her maiden home. It was only after hearing Qin Jiaxi speak that she realized they, too, had reached such a point.

As soon as she stepped out of the room, she saw the entire princely mansion decorated with lanterns and streamers. Under Mother Liang’s arrangement, the place was filled with an overwhelming sense of festivity. The glaring red colors scraped against her eyes, and Ningxiang reached out to shield her sight, feeling a sharp pain in her eyes, yet not a single tear could fall.