Volume 1, Chapter 64: Seven Consecutive Slaps to Shao Shanshan's Face

Shao Shanshan searched for Zhuang Jian all the way, ascending from the downstairs auction hall to the banquet hall on the twelfth floor.

Upon receiving Chen Shengliang's call, her expression flickered with a mix of joy and anger: "Good! As long as we can find her, that's fine. Chen Shengliang, immediately arrange for your men downstairs to keep watch! However, she might exit from any floor, so you must leave someone stationed by the elevators upstairs to monitor which floors the elevator stops at."

As she spoke, Shao Shanshan shook her head: "No, that's not right. There are eight elevators in total here; she is very likely to switch elevators! Moreover, the eleventh and twelfth floors are at their most crowded right now. Once she reaches the eleventh or twelfth floor, she will likely slip away amidst the chaos..."

Shao Shanshan muttered to herself...

She really was anxious, while Liao Yazhi wore a gentle smile, and the surrounding students looked at us with peculiar gazes.

The red-robed eunuch standing by the door sprinted away like a flying arrow, vanishing into thin air in the blink of an eye.

Even more horrifying than human adversaries were these two bloody sabers. They were not large, yet drenched in crimson throughout, as if their blades were filled to the brim with fresh blood.

As for profitability, that mattered even less; how much could a small food factory possibly produce?

To achieve a feat of this magnitude required nothing less than top-tier emergency intelligence, issued exclusively at the supreme commander level.

Guo Zheng fiddled with his mobile phone; the fish maw product launch was about to begin, but his mobile data was running a bit low.

However, after utilizing it, they would fall into a state of extreme weakness, and the moment the barrier shattered, escaping death would be an impossibility.

Classmate Lao Wang helplessly picked up his wine glass and poured himself another drink.

On the Grizzlies' side, Conley made all 5 of his three-point attempts, contributing 17 points, 8 assists, and 5 rebounds, yet he failed to hit the crucial shots when the Grizzlies needed them the most.

"Shall I step in and drive him away for you?" Ziqing chuckled within Ling Shaotian's mental realm.

Next came the material supply. Up to this point, the primary materials Zhang Yuan had received were nothing more than basic aluminum alloy, indicating that the miners had not yet acquired any decent spoils of war.

Ye Feng slightly cupped his hands in a calm salute, though inwardly, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Seeing him in such high spirits, looking decades younger, his entire being radiated the domineering presence and decisiveness befitting a Valley Master.

Leng Mingxu watched her slightly stooped figure as she stroked the purple forget-me-nots, accompanied by that slightly helpless tone, feeling as though something within his heart had been inexplicably tugged.

A strange expression crossed Qin Shou's face; previously, he had assumed Jiang Chong to be an unprincipled local tyrant.

Pondering this, Teng Kang felt an even deeper shock. One must know that the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl had been personally borrowed from the Dragon Palace by Sun Qitian back in the day. Given Sun Qitian's immense prowess, Teng Kang found it impossible to believe that Ye Feng possessed the capability and strength to acquire this divine pearl within the Myriad Demon Tomb.

Rather than resorting to schemes to enter this program, it was far better to rely on genuine talent and capability. Otherwise, when she truly won the championship of this show, countless viewers would curse her to death.

Xi lifted her gaze toward Han Ruifeng. Did she misread? Why did she perceive hidden anticipation—and even... loss—deep within Feng's eyes?

Murong Yu, Leng Shan, and the others had also arrived. Sharing the same sentiment as everyone else, they found it utterly inconceivable to see Ye Feng emerge from the Heavenly Travel Palace, and quickly led their people to his side.

"No! Boss, you haven't had enough fun yet." Lu Xun lifted his heavy eyelids with difficulty, looked at Qin Shao, and mumbled with a thick tongue.

Captured alive, Chang Sheng spread his palms wide, two distinct and strange auras surging within them.

Behind him were thousands of magical beasts, and above, a gathering of dark clouds in the sky. Wherever he went, he was met with the reverent gazes reserved for deities. Blue Fire even experienced a fleeting illusion that he was about to succeed his father's grand ambition and once again unify the Triple Gates.

As Zhuge Hongyun's mind raced, he instantly comprehended the truth behind the destruction of the Sacred Land.

"Look, the problem now is that other countries are likely facing the early onset of winter just like us. This means that even if they have seeds, there is no guarantee they can harvest crops before the snow season arrives," Qin Chuan explained.

Within the Xuanwu Grand Array, the Silver Fox cast an exceptionally complex gaze toward the Second Elders, Huo and Xuan. Who could have imagined that the battle would ultimately lead to encountering such an admirable opponent?

Once Du Zhongxiao's stance was clear, matters became simple. With a resounding victory on the battlefield, dealing with these prisoners of war would be effortless.

Not to mention that prior to this, Lin Zihan had never even studied how to direct a television series.

The corners of his lips curved upward slightly, revealing a subtle smile imperceptible to others, yet carrying a clear understanding of the consequences should they refuse to obey.

Whenever one explores perilous and forbidden grounds, there is no principle of first-come, first-served. In unclaimed domains, bloodshed is by no means uncommon.

Flanking the gigantic vessel were receding mountain forests, while above, countless fire crows circled, the Myriad Crow Sail emitting a roaring whistle in the wind.

Wasn't the incident at Changchun Garden that very night the best possible proof? How could she have been so blindly obsessed with manipulating Consort Ming to contend with Princess Sangli? It was simply arrogant, naive, and laughably foolish.

Through the rearview mirror, Chu Qiao could catch the gaze in Meng Yanxi's eyes as he spoke. A pair of phoenix eyes revealed a faint detachment, even stubbornness. Although his tone carried helplessness and sorrow, the voice itself was exceedingly gentle, like a March spring breeze brushing across her heart.

He Ze and the others hurriedly gave chase. Before the group had traveled even two li eastward, a massive cavalry unit suddenly burst forth from the northeast, charging directly toward them with the might of a thunderbolt. The group's hearts tightened, and they instinctively reined in their horses. Against such a cavalry formation, their mere thirty or forty people could not withstand a single head-on charge.

The two of them gathered the military generals and several chieftains of the righteous stronghold to meticulously plan the city defense, explicitly stating that Feng Junyang's main army was right behind He Ze and would arrive to reinforce them within half a month. Upon hearing this news, everyone felt as though they had swallowed a reassurance pill and dispersed to carry out their orders.

Naturally, his mood was far from pleasant. One could easily imagine—just as things were getting heated and passionate between them, Liang Yimei suddenly pulled a stunt like this. If not for his formidable psychological resilience, he probably would have been frightened into impotence long ago after experiencing this a few times.

At this moment, if he wished to lead troops to capture Yiping, he had to first deceive Yang Cheng and find a way to slip out of Qingzhou.

"So that girl is definitely not going to contend with Siying for the imperial throne?" Consort Shu raised an eyebrow and asked.

Tang Meng instinctively reached out to receive it. As the carriage curtains fell, the vehicle rolled forward once more.

Fortunately, Chief Executive President Chen was relatively reliable, finally releasing favorable news in the company's name: the company was about to introduce international capital and buy back its own shares.

Even if the red wine tasted sweet and sour as President Chen claimed, it remained alcohol nonetheless. Qin Chu might not have witnessed much of the world and still hid within a secure ivory tower, but that did not mean she was foolish enough to swallow President Chen's words blindly.

Hearing this, the two men retreated silently to the side, watching for the servant-translator's reply. Considering the binding power of a Daoist oath, surely the old servant would not do something so utterly thankless? Besides, Han Quan's cultivation base was superior to theirs, making it impossible for him to be slain by the old servant without the slightest whisper leaking out. At most, he must have been trapped.