Chapter 37: He Must Have Fallen for You at First Sight!

Xia Huajiao’s lips curled slightly, and she said crisply, "Fine, I’ll take both. They’ll go perfectly with different outfits! That brings the total to 1.3 million, right? Handsome, let’s go; help me wrap them up, and let’s head to the register. I’ll pay by card!"

Mi Yingyan, who had been looking on with disdain, was instantly stunned.

Zhong Hanlong’s eyes widened in sheer astonishment. "Can you actually afford that?"

"Ha!" Jiang Heming retorted with utter contempt. "She spent 800,000 on a license plate alone, let alone—"

"Excuse me, butler, this hotel must have a boutique for world-class designer labels, right?" he asked.

Looking at the God of Light beside him, Luo Lei asked, feeling somewhat puzzled. A long time had passed since the deity had awakened, yet he had heard no news of any other gods, save for the God of Elements, regaining their strength.

The Purifying Lotus Demon Flame at this moment no longer possessed its terrifying power; it seemed as gentle as a newborn infant.

Indeed, most of the members of the Jie Sect had already been killed, and yet their counterparts from the Chan Sect were still lingering; it was truly indefensible.

Lin Jianguo then turned his head to look at a man crouching on the ground nearby, bobbing his head to the rhythm of an old-fashioned tape recorder.

It was as if someone had intended to break down a door with all their might, only to end up giving it the gentlest, most delicate tap imaginable.

It was like a scenario where even the worst player on an NBA team would be considered a top-tier athlete elsewhere; if such a person were to be defeated by an average player from the CBA, everyone would be shocked.

The Wood of the Elves, acting as the outermost protective barrier for the High Elves, had always been the plant they trusted most. It could perfectly shield the High Elves within their settlement, serving as one of their primary defensive weapons.

It was easy to imagine that both the investigation and evidence gathering, as well as the final arrest, would be incredibly difficult.

Zheng Xudong glanced at the security guard by the elevator, pulled fifty yuan from his pocket, and stuffed it into his hand. "Sorry for the trouble, this is a friend of mine." The guard hurriedly insisted it was just part of his job, then quickly shoved the money into the pocket of his concrete-gray uniform and pressed the down button for the elevator before leaving.

Yet, as if to deliberately provoke them, she began to sing loudly, punctuating the air with frequent bursts of laughter and playful noises.

Qi Zhuoyun was overcome by an inexplicable sense of oppression—a stifling feeling of being forced to harden his heart and watch as his child grew, only to be left holding back tears.

This method was far superior to what he had previously considered, offering many more advantages. Jing Tian was already so eager he could hardly wait to put it to the test.

"That's all." Shi Youqing answered honestly. Watching the other person enter the room, he turned around without a moment's delay to move on to the next house.

Even Su Bai could not simply act as if nothing had happened, as he had done before.

Jiang Fusheng stared, dumbfounded, at Bo Qi’s sprinting figure. Had she just heard the young master curse?

Jiang Fusheng was someone who wore her heart on her sleeve and had never been good at concealing her emotions. When she had no tears left, it meant she had cried until she was utterly exhausted.

Having landed one blow, Long Chen prepared to use the Blood Shadow Divine Needle again. But just then, the giant toad leaped into the air and landed heavily with its hind legs—this was the toad’s signature beast technique: The Heavy Crush.

Long Chen stood with his mouth agape, unable to utter a word. Did "ten thousand eras" not mean over a million years? And the Guardian had existed even before the Mirage was born? How could such an ancient monster exist in this world?

As they walked into the deep forest, the faint morning light was blocked by the canopy of leaves, and the air turned cold and damp.

Nangong Ming came to his senses and wiped his hand across his face; his knuckles were covered in nosebleed. He reflexively looked at Xi Xichen, only to see her lips tightly pressed together, holding back a full-blown fit of laughter.

Klaus, seeing it clearly at close range, let out a sigh of admiration. He had not expected these to be the legendary disciples taught by Master Lin Tianyao; they truly lived up to their reputation, each one an incredibly formidable character.