Volume 1, Chapter 67: Beibei's Mischievous Thoughts

"What should we do? What else can we do? Of course, just take her down. Since she's already said she's determined to follow you and wants you to be her boyfriend, you might as well just push her down," Xiao Lan looked at Li Xin and said.

Ning Qian shook her head resolutely and said, "No, I'll come find you tonight so we can go home together. Well, Director, you work hard, keep it up, I'm leaving!" With that, under Shen Chenren's gaze filled with smiles, she shrank her neck and left.

In the world of cultivation, there are elixirs capable of extending a person's lifespan known as Longevity Pills. The first pill adds a hundred years to a person's life, the second adds sixty years, and the third adds twenty years.

At this moment, the Fire Kirin Sword no longer possessed its previous might and overbearing aura. It lay quietly on the ground, looking seemingly no different from an ordinary sword.

Meanwhile, people silently cursed in their hearts, thinking that those fellows at the yamen had increasingly larger appetites, demanding money at the slightest opportunity.

"Mr. Li, the total for these raw jade stones comes to five hundred and ten million. Let's drop the fraction and settle for five hundred million. What do you think, is that acceptable?" A few minutes later, Pierre calculated the total cost of the raw stone materials Li Xin had purchased.

"I fucking said that debts of gratitude are hard to repay, and now I've brought trouble upon myself, sigh..." Ray muttered to himself in complaint while rummaging through Ryuzawa Miki's tactical backpack to pull out Iron Man's surgical kit, preparing to treat Ryuzawa Miki's wounds first. If the bleeding wasn't stopped, she would probably kick the bucket before they even entered the mountains.

News from Tokyo regarding this matter continued to circulate, but among his group of sworn brothers, no one was willing to believe that he had died just like that, nor would they ever believe it.

Upon arriving at the inn and partaking in the evening meal, Shen Weiluo washed up and was carried to the bed by Song Yun孤.

He raised his eyes to look at Jiang Ning, who was sitting in her original seat. Just as she sent him a steadfast look, Nangong Xiucai seemed to gain a surge of courage and confidence.

Wang Hou's hometown was located near Xuchang and had suffered relatively little from the ravages of war, though "relatively little" was the operative term. The plight of his family vividly illustrated just how difficult it was for those born into this era.

According to the old sect master's prophecy, the eldest son, Dongyu, would grow up to become a great general, only to be torn apart by five chariots for colluding with the enemy.

Upon inquiring about the place where they were staying, they found the courtyard gates wide open, already crowded with scholars.

Two minutes later, Sakurai Shun successfully registered. His assigned number was 88—a wonderfully auspicious sign that left him feeling even more confident.

Furthermore, we were not far apart at all, and I could easily hear the faint, rustling sounds of Lu Yuanyuan undressing.

North America had not seen a single staggering talent emerge for several consecutive years, relying solely on the veteran gunner Aloha to hold down the fort. However, as he grew older, his performance in matches became increasingly feeble, making it impossible for him to carry the banner.

A piercing pain instantly shot through her limbs. She gripped the edge of the couch tightly, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

Sakura Ayane aside, he had actually thought Toyama Nao was good with alcohol, especially given how she looked just moments ago as if her craving for drinks had been triggered.

"This agreement certainly didn't let you, Shaohao, suffer any losses, did it?" The Flame Emperor withdrew his right hand and held out his own jade seal.

Yuko bit her lower lip. Zhou Mingxuan had never been this gentle with her—never.

"Good!" Yuko's eyes were filled with lingering reluctance and infatuated love. Their pure romance withered away like an unopened flower.

The Two Pretencious Sages also repeatedly pointed out the maze for the dissection duo, elevating the latter's level of torment to new heights.

"Blue Mengqi, look at me! Otherwise, I'll lock you in this house and never let you come out again," he threatened her in a low voice right by her ear.

The three-headed hound of hell raised its head indifferently, glanced at Lin Mufeng, and lowered its head once more. Its expression was filled with utter exhaustion.

The reason was simple: refining advanced evolutionary serums required not only mutated living zombie cores, but also an extremely rare material.

He placed Mengqi on the bed, and she watched as he busied himself around the room, preparing breakfast and pills for her.

Sure enough, less than two minutes later, the leaders chosen by the nine teams were seen walking toward this side.

Wang Yu almost blurted out the words "Let's bet then," but as a spoiled scion, how could he possibly have ten million on hand? He couldn't help turning his gaze back to Wang Chen. Since Wang Chen helped manage the Wang family's business, he undoubtedly controlled billions in assets.

Everyone in the plaza was stunned, never expecting the base commander's daughter to pull off such a shameless stunt. What was even more speechless was that her attempt to frame someone had backfired, trapping herself in the process instead.

What the masked man Number Seven said sounded simple, but Lin Mufeng firmly believed that with his current abilities, it was impossible to easily subdue that skeleton spirit and then refine it. Even if he were given an immortal artifact, it couldn't be done—the gap in strength was simply too vast.

Yet seeing Kong Ling withdraw from the competition shocked them even more. Not even the members of his own guild could understand why he would give up when the champion's reward and points were so high; obtaining that reward would undoubtedly have vastly boosted his strength.

"What is it? Is this useful information? Does it count as a meritorious service, my pledge of allegiance?" Seeing Bei Mingyuan's expression change, the masked man seemed to catch a glimmer of hope and cried out excitedly.