Volume One, Chapter 27: Chen Xiaoli Comes to the Company to Work as a Cleaner?

He arrived unexpectedly and was unaware that Song Yisheng had been feigning madness in the camp, so the sudden appearance of Song Yisheng caused him to frown.

Chang'an City had just suffered through the ravages of war, and the eyes of the common people were still filled with fear. Thus, when the heavy Liaodong guard escorted Changning into the palace, few dared to watch; they only dared to look from afar.

Li Wei did not know how much bitterness Rick Pitino was harboring, but even if he had known, it wouldn't have mattered.

The Great Elder also understood that he had little room for choice; for the sake of the Xu family, he had to give it his all.

Here, the sun was bright, and even in the distance, there was no sign of thick fog; it was entirely within the realm of the human world.

This pathetic stat sheet, this miserable challenge rating, yet it carries a "Legendary" evaluation? Since when has the status of "Legendary" become so worthless?

The reason they did not stop Shang Rufeng from searching the mountains was that they intended to use him to lure her out of Mount Hua.

Just then, the clan leader, no longer able to maintain his fighting strength, looked at the ugly expressions of those few people and burst into laughter.

Tang Huang gave a soft chuckle, then brushed his palm over the sphere of light. The white and yellow orb suddenly shrank violently; in an instant, the humanoid creature that had been full of life just moments ago was reduced to a pulp of flesh.

Su Xiao walked out of his exclusive room; he prepared to go and enhance his attributes. This was his first time using real attribute points to enhance his stats.

Furthermore, when Ouyang Pengcheng discussed the establishment of the "When Drinking Water, Think of the Source" Charity Foundation, he had considered inviting Xu Huiqiong to be its spokesperson. As long as her mother could be cured this time, if he made the request after the foundation was established, he imagined she would find it difficult to refuse.

He did not know how much time had passed when he finally tasted the last dish. He merely sniffed it and decided not to taste it; this was not the one either.

She had not expected Hua Qingcheng to agree so easily. This did not seem like a good thing, because he had not bargained with her, nor had he made things difficult for her. Yet precisely because of this, Bing Wu could not grasp his heart, nor did she know what he was truly plotting.

Ye Xuan spoke a few modest words. Teng Hai’s parents were simple, honest folk; they knew that the little tag-along who used to follow their son around also liked him, but since she had found such a good home, their hearts were filled with nothing but blessings.

"Tsk tsk, still so fiery. I don't know why, but I actually find myself starting to like you. Still, I wouldn't mind consummating our marriage with you right in front of them." Long Wei’s gaze had already stripped Leng Yue’s clothes away, fantasizing about her body.

As he spoke, Bing Wu bent down, intending to pick up the clothes Gu Zhaoxi had thrown on the ground. Only after picking them up did she realize they had been torn to shreds by Gu Zhaoxi—how could she possibly wear them out in public?

Her displeasure was seen in full by Nangong Lingfeng. Just what kind of person is this Chen Yizhi? Something feels off; he doesn't seem as simple as he claims. I had better keep a close eye on him for the sake of the girl, just to be safe.

The Wu clan was one of the descendants of the gods, though that particular god had debuted quite late. The sun—the original form of the sun was the Golden Crow. Because it had to show up for work at a fixed time every day, the Wu clan came into existence.

Having served the Young Master for so long—the Young Master who had rolled in the grass, the Young Master who had been rescued from the jungle covered in blood, the Young Master who had started fires in the woodshed—how could he possibly be a germaphobe?

Thinking of Xiao Mobai, Bing Wu’s mood suddenly calmed considerably. Those emotions that had been boiling and tangled just a moment ago settled completely.

Sure enough, the referee rushed over and, without a word, blew a technical foul on Zhang Kong. Zhang Kong had made a retaliatory move during the scuffle, though it was minor—merely pushing away Josh Smith, who was entangled with him. Therefore, the referee only assessed Zhang Kong a technical foul.

My mood right now is indescribable; it feels like eating a hundred pounds of candy, followed by a hundred pounds of chili peppers and a hundred pounds of wasabi. I have no idea what it tastes like.

Whether it was the impatient Zhao Luofu or the feigned composure of Ma Qinghao, after bustling about for quite a while, they had gained nothing. With nowhere left to look, they turned their eyes in unison toward Guo Zhuocheng, watching him pace back and forth with unhurried ease, feeling as anxious as cats on a hot tin roof.

Lu Tianyu brushed the fragments off his clothes and pushed the door open to leave. The bank alarm sounded immediately, but Lu Tianyu, having already stepped out, was too lazy to look back even once.

In the market, all kinds of goods—from daily necessities, firewood, rice, oil, and salt, to entertainment items—were being snapped up by citizens. Most of the shopping malls in Hong Kong appeared empty.

"Then why do you keep our funding at arm's length?" Fan Wubing was even more puzzled; he couldn't figure out what the people at Wanyan Company were thinking.

Yes, she moved her feet lightly, eyes scanning all directions. After passing a "model" wearing a peaked cap, she shifted to a safer location.

"Why did you let Wubing cook again today? It's not right to keep making him do these things," Auntie Ding complained slightly.

Without a second thought, at this critical moment, Zhang Kong directly used Russell as a human shield.

"Boo!" The fans, having realized what happened, let out a thunderous chorus of boos directed at Josh Smith. Amidst these wave-like jeers, Josh Smith did not retreat; instead, he seemed to relish them.

Zhan Bai took a look and frowned slightly. It wasn't a glass-seed jade, but it was clearly much better than a hibiscus-seed jade. The color was not very emerald, appearing somewhat dull. Naturally, he looked down on such an item; in Ximen Jinlian's basement, something like this would never have caught his eye.

After wandering outside all day, Tang Yun returned to the temporary palace. After inquiring about the specific situation of Di Qiang, she returned to her room. Just as she was considering how to pass the recent news to Xiao Lang so he could take the opportunity to attack the Northern Desert army, she suddenly heard a knock at the door.