Volume 1 Chapter 43 Is Your Friend a Fraudster?

Finished with his work, Cheng Zhengchu could not wait to stand up.

He prepared to hurry home.

Ever since he got married, knowing that someone was waiting for him at home, Cheng Zhengchu became extremely enthusiastic about returning home.

Even his previous title of a workaholic was discarded.

His main principle was that if he could leave work on time, he would never drag it out.

With a simple glance, they estimated that the height of this Dragon-Breaking Platform was no less than a hundred zhang. If this natural winding mountain path were stripped away, the remaining portion would be almost uniform in thickness from top to bottom, meaning the entire mountain body looked like a giant round pillar.

"What did you say?" The reporter clearly had not expected me to say that, and asked with a slightly stunned expression.

Therefore, Jo Kwon, who usually was said to be eloquent and smooth-talking by Park Jae-beom, in the end only managed to say one sentence to Lee Jun-hyuk: "Please take good care of us, Senior. Then we won't disturb your rest any longer." After handing his album to Lee Jun-hyuk, he bowed and left.

Yi Jun had already rushed out, wanting to risk his life to see if there were any other gunmen outside—at least the sense of threat in Yi Jun's heart had not yet dissipated. But just as he rushed out of the car door, a jolt went through his heart, and he immediately retreated, returning once again to the driver's seat.

From the Xu family's perspective, this was the best opportunity to manipulate the second and third masters of the Zhao family: Want to save your eldest brother? Fine, first transfer the property inheritance to Zhao Zipei. Uncle Lu seized this exact situation and had Xu Qi tightly extort the second and third masters of the Zhao family at this very juncture.

Wang Rong glanced around Fang Wen's room, only to discover that, other than a chair in front of the vanity table beside the left window, there were simply no other chairs anywhere else in the room.

And for the audience, this felt like a fairy tale exuding the fragrance of lavender, leaving one endlessly intoxicated.

"Yi, you've come such a long way, it must have been exhausting. Have a cup of coffee first." It was Taylor, the male contestant, who came to the rescue, sliding the newly served mocha a bit closer to Lee Jun-hyuk.

"Save me..." Ye Ling suddenly turned her head back from the computer, her long hair cascading over her forehead, her face and body covered in blood.

Jiang Chen let out a long breath, then lowered his head slightly, squatting on the ground as tears fell. Indeed, this might be what they called the endless cycle of vengeance; rather than saying he was doing all this for his own wife and child, it was more like satisfying his internal desire for revenge.

"Yuan Beidou, you've been arrogant for long enough, now get down for me!" Yang Wuyue strode forward, shouting loudly.

However, that King Xin seal was genuinely an authentic antique; not only was it the private seal of the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty, but it was also carved entirely from green jade and remained in pristine condition.

Zong Zu wrapped his arms around Yan Han's waist, and a chilling aura emanated from Yan Han's body, yet Yan Han's eyes remained tightly closed, refusing to open.

"Well timed!" The stalactite where Duan Pengfei was located had been specially chosen; this large stalactite happened to extend all the way to the ceiling of the cavern, which would be considered quite a spectacle even in a town devoid of desolate beasts.

The scene descended into chaos once again as top experts from various factions launched a joint assault on Yuan Beidou, determined to strangle him in his cradle.

Most of the arrogance in his heart dissipated. In front of such a figure, it seemed there was nothing left to be proud of.

If he truly faced Yan Feikuang displaying his full strength, Tang Lichuan wouldn't even need to consider the gap between the Heavenly Martial Realm and the Martial Monarch's barrier.

Although Ling Tian had seen the prices of elixirs and magic tools on the spirit ring, their prices were never static. Only a professional like the owner of the Rain Shower Shop would truly know the actual value of elixirs and magic tools.

"What if the three-headed Soul-Devouring Fierce Eagle makes a move?" The bald Taoist was still deeply worried; if he were forced to deal with the three-headed Soul-Devouring Fierce Eagle all by himself, that would spell trouble.