I want you to stay with me.

"Wanwan, I'll treat you to another meal soon." Gu Shihuan forced a smile and turned to leave the private room.

"Sister!" Gu Siyuan stood up and ran after her.

Qu Jin pulled out a chair and sat down. "Why was Gu Siyuan here?"

Qu Wan knew she had caused trouble. "We ran into each other at the company, so we decided to grab a bite."

"Forget it, let's eat. Qu Wan, stay out of the Gu family's business. Gu Siyuan has been coming to the company to find me lately, but I haven't been seeing him."

"Even if he is looking for you, it's certainly because of his sister."

Qu Jin looked at his younger sister. "As for what happens between me and Gu Shihuan, does Gu Siyuan think he can control my life just because he can meddle in everything else?"

"Oh," Qu Wan replied, sitting back in her chair.

Thanks to Yan Yi's diligence, his spiritual power had reached 79 points. He believed that with a few more days of effort, he would hit 80, at which point he could absorb another super talent.

Without a doubt, Bincheng in this lifetime was far more prosperous, noisy, and chaotic than it had been during the same period in his previous life.

Lu Yu, struggling to wake from his dream, suddenly felt a sharp, intense pain shoot through his head. It came so abruptly that he couldn't help but want to scream, but it felt as if something was blocking him, rendering him unable to make a sound.

Even after being forced out of the West by the saint Mara and numerous demonic masters, their influence remained formidable throughout heaven and earth. Now that Sakyamuni had attained sainthood, Buddhism had grown even stronger, surpassing its ancient glory.

At that moment, Wang Yaqiao had just successfully led his men to break through the encirclement and was on his way to Nanjing. Only a dozen men remained by his side; his subordinates, such as Kan Peilin, Zhang Zaizhong, Yin Aitang, and Liu Xingwu, had all been captured by Chen Diaoyuan’s rear guard and buried alive in Shuikou Town.

The Fire Qilin was the first to give way; after all, the pressure it endured was tangible and far more immense than the pressure facing Feng Lang.

After the gang of thugs scattered like birds and beasts, Zhao Ziyi hurried to Nikun’s side, helped him up, and began to examine his injuries.

Additionally, Ye Hua equipped the robot’s four delicate arms with four single-handed weapons—gear obtained from the last dungeon run—to enhance its combat capabilities.

It was clear that Wu Feifei felt nothing but disgust and hatred for Director Cheng; the two million offered couldn't tempt her, especially after what had just occurred.

"Old man, don't worry! I know what I'm doing, and besides, there is no way I will lose this time," Liu Xu said confidently, a sharp glint in his eyes.

He had only offered it up to test the waters, knowing Tu Lu was a Sea-Filling Realm cultivator, never expecting a real sale.

Li Tuobei recalled the scene and, though it wasn't very kind, he couldn't help but roar with laughter.

However, the man was determined; if she didn't feed him, he stared at her pitifully and refused to drink a drop.

It was that very vengeful spirit that had been hounding Liang Jing! A wave of nausea surged through Chu Yunlian’s stomach—it was absolutely repulsive. The spirit was drenched, with green water oozing from its rotting body, and Chu Yunlian couldn't bear to look any longer.

"Speak!" Liu Xu said, signaling in Portuguese. Before arriving, he had exchanged fan points for language skills through the system specifically to shock the crowd.

"Chen, are you really awake?" Ji Zili was so happy she could hardly believe it; she pinched her leg hard, and only when the pain hit did she confirm this wasn't a dream.

After all, drilling holes in acrylic is no simple task; without a professional, it’s impossible to get clean results.

"Brother Ji, we haven't seen each other in a long time. How have you been?" Lan Zhengxuan and Feng Wuhen walked over from their seats.

"In that case, I'll go prepare. I won't disturb you two any further; please, continue your conversation." Mu Shao-gong, sensing they had things to discuss, took the initiative to leave.

"Then, Ming Lei, is there any way to transfer the energy to the opposite side?" Xiao Yi asked, puzzled.

Looking at the scene today, aside from a few fans who had received free tickets, the crowd was almost entirely Liu Daofei’s "soap fans." It was truly astonishing; one had to wonder what kind of methods Sister Hong had used.