"You are dreaming, and even if I go bankrupt, I will never let your goal succeed," Liu Quan said, furious.
Zhou Haixiong had targeted him more than once or twice, and he never expected him to want to ruin him completely this time. It was truly malicious.
"Heh heh!"
Just then, Liu Qian, standing beside Zhou Haixiong, couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. She looked at Liu Quan and mocked him, "Boss Liu, you're almost bankrupt, and you're still speaking up for Li Yang!"
"Looking at your age, it's really not easy. Is it worth it to oppose Brother Xiong for Li Yang?"
"Why don't you come over and help me polish my shoes, and then wipe the stain off my skirt..."
As for Zhang Yunze, Xie Fen was very satisfied. This child was almost impeccable in every aspect, be it his height, appearance, family background, or future prospects. She had to admit that in all her years, she had never met a more outstanding young man than Zhang Yunze.
The four teenagers took the keychains and looked up at Tim. Their eyes were filled with gratitude and excitement for what Tim had said. They nodded, their passion for basketball burning even more fiercely than before.
After a moment of thought, Su Mu immediately flew to the left. If he continued to run forward, he would surely be courting death.
From the current situation, Northern Qi was already within Cang Yue Kingdom's grasp. He did not want Cang Yan to take the capital only to have Lan Rongyue prioritize the destruction of Ghost Street, which would lead to even greater losses for him.
If he failed, he would take her body and leave, returning to Cang Ming County to bury her. From then on, she would never set foot in the capital again.
Seeing Cheng Yanzhong still protecting Su Ruoyao in front of the Jian'an Hall crowd, Cao Ruyan's heart was consumed by jealousy, but she acted magnanimously. "Yanzhong, wait a moment." Cao Ruyan's words carried weight, and Cheng Yanzhong, remembering his guilt towards her, put down his bowl for the moment.
Alas, fate played a cruel trick. Ye Qingjue and the Ghost-Faced Ancient Jade still saw the place Shang Wu Shang did not want them to see—the Wuyou Pavilion. The Wuyou Pavilion looked like it had been newly built. Tea and refreshments were still laid out on the stone table inside, as if the people who had been there had just left.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, as if even fate had not anticipated this change and needed a moment to breathe.
Finally, Wang Yuehan said, "I'm tired, I want to sleep. You go talk to Dad about this." Wang Yuehan felt that she simply could not overcome this hurdle. All she wanted now was for time to pass so she could forget about it.
"Instead of taking me to treat my tongue like this, why don't you come with me to try a restaurant? My grandmother has invited me to dinner, and I'm afraid of being exposed. You can taste the food for me first!" Su Manman said this to Shi Hanchu.
Before they came, they knew about such a person and had specifically gone through the higher-ups to make arrangements. Hadn't it been settled?
As soon as she squatted down, a hand suddenly reached out and covered her eyes. Her vision immediately turned dark.
This incredibly magical scene, like a legendary spell, captivated Arrietty, leaving her wide-eyed and full of wonder.
After completing the discharge procedures, Su Manman, fully armed, walked out of the inpatient department with Old Mrs. Fu.
This was originally an extremely unfair rule, but it gave Shangguan Wan such a good opportunity.
Did they, like Earth's starfish, rely on highly photosensitive spines to observe their surroundings? So, it didn't actually have no eyes, but rather its entire body was covered in eyes?
The disgust in his eyes was so evident that even Shangguan Wan, despite her thick skin, felt a sting of hurt.
He was still wearing that thin trench coat, as if he were from a different season, or even a different world from her.
Zhao Yun Chu sighed, the feeling of having to abstain from food was unpleasant. She felt as if she was just one bite away from being full.
These onlookers were all martial artists. For them, each move and stance between strong fighters was an invaluable experience.
Three thousand strands of ink-black hair cascaded down, unadorned, simply falling over her shoulders. A mark like a red sword slash graced the center of her forehead, hiding a pair of deep, affectionate black eyes beneath thick lashes. Her nose was high-bridged, her lips were thin and cherry-blossom colored, and her profile was as perfect as a deity's, captivating anyone who saw it.