Chapter 65: Unable to Resist Any Longer, He Makes a Move on Shen Yiyi

Chen Yang didn’t stand on ceremony either; he plopped down on a chair and poured himself a glass of beer.

“Fatty, when I came in just now, I noticed there seemed to be a lot more cars in your shop. Has business been that good lately?” Chen Yang asked with a smile.

Fatty Li grinned as well. “That’s thanks to Adao’s help. He said all the cars from their company would be sent here for repairs, I...”

In that instant, Murong Yan’er froze. She discovered that the zipper of the inner pocket hadn’t been closed, and, more importantly, the pocket itself was completely empty.

“There’s someone maliciously sabotaging our products in business,” Chen Wanqing said, her expression darkening.

“It’s nothing! It really was quite frightening, but you’re still a child. As long as you’re all right, that’s what matters. If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, just let us know!” Lei Hao continued warmly.

Feng Lingxue, calm as a maiden at rest and swift as a startled hare, suddenly closed the distance in a flash. Before Su Wanqin could react, she was subdued with a single move.

To take a beating without fighting back left him feeling humiliated, but he had no way to deal with Donggong Yeno for now.

Xu Yang knew long ago that keeping this item on him would lead to trouble. The reason was simple: there were too many uncertainties at this gathering, and he wasn’t foolish enough to carry something so valuable. So yesterday, he’d already instructed David to have someone take it home. By now, after a whole night, it had probably already left the boundaries of Hangzhou.

In the front courtyard came the sound of a shovel slicing through soil. Yun Qing squatted to one side, diligently tapping with the shovel. She dared not use too much force, for fear of breaking the jars—a real shame if that happened. After much digging, she finally uncovered a few clay wine jars sealed with red caps. Bringing her nose close, she gasped—the aroma of the wine was overwhelming!

When it comes to feelings, as the saying goes, “Follow your heart.” Xu Yang was already delighted with the two treasures he’d found today. But no one ever minds having more good things, so he decided to see what else he might find.

Water, fire, metal, and earth—four types of supernatural abilities manifested within his body at the same time, all at the second level. Notably, the metal ability’s crystal came from a king-level golden-devouring toad.

Was it rape or adultery? Though Ye Junyao felt herself flush with desire, she hadn’t lost her sense of right and wrong. It wasn’t until Xu Fei wrapped her arms around the man’s neck that she made her judgment—this was adultery. She mustn’t act rashly.

When jadeite’s purity reaches a certain level, its quality is not only supreme, but its color becomes dazzling, making it truly exceptional.

Earlier, when he tossed the empty drink bottle toward the trash can, he had to account for not just speed and distance, but also wind speed. That’s why most people, no matter how good their aim, would still miss.

Within Mozi City, the once noisy streets were instantly thrown into chaos as a blazing mane lion charged through, frightening everyone into a panic.

Zhao Juechen didn’t spend much time cleaning up Ma Dingbiao’s mess; naturally, he left it to Xie Changchun to resolve.

To annihilate them completely wasn’t impossible. If I gathered all the talismans I carried, used blood as the catalyst and drew the runes, even if I couldn’t destroy them all, I could at least wipe out most.

“Go to hell! How can you say that? At the very least, it should be a Passat!” Lin Jiao’s eyes lit up at the thought of buying a car for her father.

“President, rest assured, the two of us will definitely raise the twenty million gold coins,” Kong Xian said solemnly.

The man on the screen wore his hair slicked back meticulously, his features rugged, his eyes deep and intense, and most striking of all, the beard that framed his temples.

Yet Shen Yunyang paid no heed to the stares. He glanced at Xu Ziqing, who kept her head lowered, and stopped in his tracks. “What’s wrong? Am I late?”

Different productions started at various times and places, and the direction in which people prayed to the gods varied as well. Roughly, there were customs for all eight directions, and some even required precision down to the latitude and longitude.