049 Going to the Market to Eat Soup Dumplings

The corners of her cherry-colored lips curled up, and Miss Ye took another sip of hot cocoa. “That’s right~ I am prepared for what happens to people who are chosen by XXX.” After much consideration, she still didn’t have the nerve to actually say those three words, “unspoken rules.” Besides, what if her brother misunderstood?

Chun Yu Yi gestured for me to extend my hand while continuing to boldly scrutinize the face beneath my veil. I was somewhat reluctant, but Nan Chengyao gently patted my shoulder in reassurance. Unwilling to disregard his intention, I extended my right wrist.

For a moment, perhaps much like Zhang Mengmeng, Zhang Ming’s nature was strongly influenced by gossip, and it began to stir within him.

The sudden turn of events stunned everyone. The power of a single arrow severely wounded a cultivator of the sixth tier of Yuan Yan Realm. All eyes turned toward the direction from which the arrow had come.

Mo Xingchen, who was seated, heard this and swept his cold, dark gaze over them, letting out a chilly snort.

The door creaked open, and Old Qin hastily stepped aside after unlocking it. Behind him, Mu Shui emerged, beaming, carrying several stacked trays of steamed buns.

“Is it a white wild boar?” Staring at the beast ahead, Feng Shaoming was speechless. It was a white wild boar, about half a meter tall and more than a meter long, with thick white fur and two sharp tusks protruding from its mouth.

“This…” Liu Qianqian realized what was happening and smiled sheepishly, a little worried about Su Li. “Are you alright?” In truth, the moment Su Li returned to save her, she subconsciously wanted to forgive him. At least, when speaking, she no longer felt a trace of bitterness.

After today’s events, she had finally told her senior the thing she most needed to say. Although the manner was less than ideal, it should be enough to sever the bond between them.

“Ye Fan, do you know why Li Jingming mentioned nightfall so often in his diary?” Shao Yu looked at Ye Fan and asked.

This move could absolutely allow the Bank of America to counterattack from the brink of defeat! If they could really stand toe-to-toe with giants like Citibank and Stanley, then the Social Faction would truly have the capital to establish itself in American politics as the new rising star.

Who knows where these legends come from—anyway, all three holy artifacts were made by the God of Death, so what’s one more legend?

It’s said that only a handful of households remain. Many villages have merged, simplifying administrative structures, a common situation in the mountain villages of Yunnan, Guizhou, and Sichuan in the southwest.

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The parents were on the rooftop tending their vegetable garden. When they heard that Wang Qian’s colleague would be coming for dinner that evening, they were delighted. Wang’s mother had wanted to personally prepare a meal, but Wang Qian complained about her cooking skills and said everything had been ordered at the hotel. So she went along with it and didn’t insist.

A few senior officials returned from meetings at the White House. In the car, an assistant whispered something in the minister’s ear.

Ma Qing didn’t hold back, and after greeting everyone, she dug in, eating and drinking with voracious abandon. Tang Tian was momentarily stunned—at twenty-four, it was the first time he’d seen someone whose appetite rivaled his own.

The assassin dolphin suddenly tried to resist, but who would have thought Ran Jing’s skills were also formidable? She pinned the assassin down on the bed from behind and subdued her with a move that flipped her over.

That wizard’s face showed neither panic nor pride—as if slaying so many Dementors was nothing to him. This calm demeanor brought fear to those creatures, who were usually the source of terror.

Most of those behind were conceptual gods; concepts can be annihilated, but not killed. In other words, these beings were not under the jurisdiction of the Realm of Death.

Then, as he reached for Benjamin, he noticed the tattooed totem on Benjamin’s chest and froze.

Seeing Xu Yuan like this, Milan Yu didn’t know what to say. If she had the chance, she really wanted to see the fairy Li Junxiu that Xu Yuan always mentioned. What kind of man could provoke such a gentle person into this state?

By contrast, the East Duke was less shrewd. Now, surrounded by the Ancestor Witches, he truly treated them as family—chatting, laughing, addressing each other as brothers—completely unaware that he had fallen into their scheme.

The sand mouse was fat, but agile; Mo Li was seated at the table, and the table legs gave the sand mouse leverage.

Guided by the sword scripture’s mental technique, a strange secret realm was constructed in the spiritual world of the Nether Mansion.

Because the Yong County Prince’s residence had neither estate nor seal, aside from devout kneeling, there was nowhere else for them to spend money.

Jiang Chunyu learned a lot on her first day here. Only the food factory had an infirmary; the other factories didn’t even have that.

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The mountain was neither steep nor grand, nor could it be called majestic. In fact, one might say this “mountain” looked quite ordinary.

At the same time, in the Forsaken Land, Sang Ruo, who was pondering the invasion by the divine clans, suddenly glanced around. She felt as if there was the sound of water in her ears, and could even sense a giant fish swimming around her, circling her.

On the manuscript paper in front of Ao Li, it seemed he was about to write a new poem. He had only written the opening words, “The continent is submerged,” but the rest of the page remained blank.

Liu Guihua nodded perfunctorily, but didn’t take it to heart. After all, every child grew up the same way.

Ling’er returned to her familiar appearance—black camisole, white hot pants—once again showing off her sensuality and wildness.

Wei Dongjie didn’t respond to his wife, but instead made a gesture for silence, telling Han Xue not to disrupt the filming.

The Duanmu residence was located at the easternmost edge of Devil’s Sea, the only way to enter the region. It sat astride the road connecting Devil’s Sea to the outside world, occupying most of the strait.

The others were in similar shape, but everyone now was running on sheer determination. They thought, “I must not fail at this moment!” They were all prominent figures—surely they wouldn’t embarrass themselves now.

“If you know what’s good for you, don’t resist, or your whole family won’t survive!” The head of the Jin family seized the opportunity as the marshal’s aura diminished and stepped forward.

With a muffled thud, Ru Jiang withstood the kick without retreating. Instead, his right hand grabbed Bu Er’s leg and yanked it back, while his left hand chopped at Bu Er’s waist. The fierce wind turned into a stream of air that sliced across Bu Er’s waist.

Some said the boss looked a lot like the famous star Shen Ziqian, who had suddenly retired, but it was only speculation. After all, there are so many people who look alike, and the official statement from the company was that Shen Ziqian had gone abroad.

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