Chapter 55: Pineapple Cake Again
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Ji Shu had originally expected Lu Jinchuan to leave after finishing lunch.
A thousand-zhang-long body covered in crimson scales, surrounded by crackling electric fire and radiating murderous intent. This was the true portrait of this sinful dragon, and none could doubt the overwhelming power contained within it.
The credit card lay quietly on the table. He Bing gazed at it, confusion dawning in his eyes. He extended a finger to pinch a corner, propping it vertically between his fingertips, while his other hand reached out to clasp Todo Kasumi's palm.
Could this really be the desk-mate from back then? Having not seen him for over three years, he had changed so much she almost failed to recognize him. He was taller and sturdier, no longer the raw, inexperienced youth, but a mature man with a steady gaze and a commanding presence.
"I want to release an album." Before Lee Ho-yang could answer his question, Long Zhiyan spoke on his own accord, his voice tinged with stubborn resilience.
Pondering deeply on his decades of association with Xie Xuan, and recalling all of Xie Xuan's actions and behaviors, Xiao Yiran felt a sudden, irrepressible shudder of fear, accompanied by overwhelming doubt. Could it be that what Xie Xuan practiced was truly the Demonic Path?
Buying a sand barge back could serve no other purpose than transporting sand, gravel, or even building materials like red bricks and cement. The sand barges right before his eyes could handle everything in a single trip without ever worrying about running out of space.
"As the Buddha says, it must not be spoken, it must not be spoken." Wipe his mouth with a tissue prepared by Shangguan Mingyue, Ye Wudao said smugly.
Surpassing ten thousand people while standing beneath only one, even the imperial family of the empire could hardly rival the prestige of the Xie clan.
"Why bother? Doing this is utterly meaningless. Why do you always do things that leave people baffled?" Ye Wudao sighed, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his hands hanging loosely at his sides as he allowed Yan Qingwu to embrace him.
Suddenly, Mu Feng's sense of danger flared wildly as an icy, menacing aura abruptly appeared and instantly enveloped him, chilling him to the bone.
Although these guardians occasionally interacted, most of the time they remained in deep seclusion within their domains, spending years at a time in meditation and rarely showing themselves.
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As for the Great Song, it had completely become a laughingstock within the borders of the Great Yin—the wealthiest and most romantic dynasty in history, yet cursed with the most cowardly and penniless emperors, and the weakest nation.
Shui Yitian suppressed the rising fury in his chest, staring fixedly at him. A trace of murderous intent was already leaking outward, pressing heavily upon the fellow who had shown him disrespect.
However, what followed closely was malicious retaliation and payback from his father-in-law—a blatant thirty percent heavy tax. Who else could compete with that?
The opening of the Heaven and Earth Paradise had likewise stirred up massive waves, purely because the name was so overwhelmingly dominant, sparking endless imagination. Yet, after its first day of business, the reviews from the distinguished guests who stayed there made it famous overnight.
Carrying a long sword on his back, Chen Xing remained as cold as ever. Standing apart from the crowd, he closed his eyes to rest, completely unresponsive even when Ling Tian emerged.
The master key to open the secret realm had been divided into ten parts, with a date agreed upon for a joint return. Who could have known that through the vicissitudes of time and various complications, the matter would be delayed.
As for that Xing Gongwei, it had been days without him bringing over his supposedly almighty older brother. It seemed nothing would come of it, though she had initially thought it would be quite entertaining.
She was simply afraid of spawning yet another serial killer. Honestly, she would even find it reasonable if Yuki Yukima turned out to kill Kanagawa Yoshiko.
Stumbling along, the master and servant had no idea how many times tree branches had scratched them, how many times they had fallen, or even how far they had run.
This was a realization he had only just grasped. Despite his immense wealth, his close ties with the mayor of New York, and his repeated assertions of influence over both the police force and the underworld.
Yet, judging purely by the present, Min Zhao possessed a good family background, was polite and modest, and had a decent appearance. Moreover, he was an idle, refined aristocrat far removed from the strife of the imperial court. Aside from being somewhat frail, he was indeed quite acceptable.
Su Huai gently wiped the sweat from her brow and quietly left her bedchamber while Qin Simao rested.
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The implication was that Lin Yi was now an entertainer, and with the backing and influence of this group, Lin Yi could undoubtedly walk unhindered through the entertainment industry.
Though ghosts and spirits were slightly better than malevolent specters, they were still no pushovers. Having offended Cao Meng—who was notorious for his mercurial temper—even as a public official, he still felt a suffocating pressure.
Le Nuo was far from ignorant. In fact, she frequently dealt with major corporations, and in her memory, no one had ever rented such prime premises for a company that had not even been officially established.
I refuse to believe there are two identical leaves in this world. The moment my informant handed me the investigation report, the whole truth finally surfaced.
Trees were everywhere outside the city, and the earthquake had pulverized the entire landscape. As long as the management was willing to dispatch survivors to forage, the timber outside the city was essentially free.
"She is almost drunk enough. We should be able to make a move. I originally wanted to drug her drink, but she was far too cautious. She wouldn't touch a single drop of any drink handed to her by others," Bertha said in a respectful tone.
Instead, he proceeded step by step, employing a method of boiling a frog in warm water. Just as the fire reached its most critical stage, he added a fierce load of firewood, securing countless benefits for himself while allowing the Soviets to save face—truly a win-win result that achieved two goals at once.
"Your Highness!" Feng Chuang's voice suddenly rang out from outside the door. Ye Yuqing snapped back to his senses, halted his steps, and turned around to open the door.
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