Volume 1, Chapter 37: Buying a Company for Fun

Li Shen truly wished to have no further contact with Li Mingyu and the others. They were already two generations apart, and he knew that their family placed immense value on kinship. His grandparents, parents, and older siblings all regarded family ties as more important than anything else.

Perhaps it was an inherited trait; even the members of HOMRA had easily trusted him and reached a consensus.

Fan Cesheng said, "We won't necessarily be killed by them, because we are the ones going to kill, not walking into a slaughter. As long as they haven't made prior preparations, and as long as the disparity in strength isn't too vast, the side that initiates the attack often secures victory."

Currently in the game, the purple side was terrified upon seeing Liu Jianing. His Lee Sin was extremely formidable; no matter who encountered him, they would not survive. Consequently, no one dared to come and cause trouble for Liu Jianing.

For Julius, who viewed a knight's honor and duty as paramount, this was an unbearable blow.

"Teacher Lin, could you please not say that? You're making me blush. Can't you see so many people are listening?" the boy said after hearing the teacher remark on his kidney deficiency.

Wan Hua, Xu Jie, and the others stood up and warmly invited the old man into the tea stall.

Inside the plane, two foreign blonde flight attendants and an ambassador fell out. Before they plummeted, the other two pilots continuously sent distress signals and their falling coordinates to their home country.

Although the corpse aura generated in the body from consuming the remains of a Three-Eyed Person was minimal at once, it dissipated very slowly. If one continuously consumed the remains over a long period, the rate of accumulation would exceed the rate of dissipation. When the concentration of corpse aura in the body surpassed the human limit, the tragic phenomenon of a living person turning into a corpse would occur.

Upon inspection, Xue Ning realized that this ink-black space ring was indeed the one he had used in his previous life. For some unknown reason, the originally silver-white ring had turned into this deep black. It was no wonder he hadn't recognized it immediately.

The difference was that she acted for herself, while he acted for the elderly woman on the bed. She was at the peak of her life, yet he remained powerless; thinking about it, it all seemed quite ridiculous and absurd.

She spotted a watch with a nice design at a reasonable price. After buying it, she called Chen Shi, though her real intention was to ask what time he would be home that evening.

"Wang Qiu'er, are you heading to the training ground? Please wait a moment; let us finish checking this, and then we'll let you pass," Dai Huadong said, sporting dark circles under his eyes, his left hand resting on a massive creation while complex blueprints lay before him.

"I don't need money. Just give me your Flowing Immortal Dress with Wide Sleeves," Wu Yang said flatly.

"No leads for now. Let's head into the mountains!" Qin Yu observed carefully and, finding no traces of any formation, began walking up the mountain at a leisurely pace.

Since he claimed to be the Lord of the Three Realms, he should not be bound by anyone. In this world, he should be at the absolute pinnacle, regardless of who it might be—even if it were Taishang Laojun.

Since coming to Sky City, they had rarely seen Uss, yet they dared not complain. Every time Uss returned home, they tried their best to act as if nothing was wrong, even appearing happy. They would talk to Uss about how they were working hard at their studies and management, trying to provide Uss with the warmth of a home and a sense of belonging.

Everyone lined up in an orderly fashion and ran toward the airport. They were to board a transport plane to Dongyang City.

Is it here again? Is it time for more stirring, heart-pounding words? Or perhaps just a helpless shake of the head?

She wanted to press her legs together, but her feet were tied apart, and her knees were bound, making it impossible.

"When I was your age, I also thought that loving him was enough to marry him. But at my age, marriage is no longer just about love," Ling Tanxue said.

"You are already in such a sorry state; it’s hard to imagine what would happen if I were to strike now..." Before the words faded, Bai Feng’s figure vanished from where he stood, leaving only feathers drifting and dancing in the air. The虚 (empty) is the 实 (solid), and the 实 is the 虚—this was the essence of Bai Feng’s movement technique.

He naturally did not yet know what shocking celestial phenomena the tower had caused, but since it had absorbed so much magic power, he was curious to see if there were any changes.

The car was filled with soft, mellow music. After getting in, Jiang Bai sat stunned for several dozen seconds with a blank mind, to the point where he hadn't even fastened his seatbelt.

Long Ling became deeply sorrowful upon hearing this and nodded involuntarily. He spoke, "Senior, it is not that I do not trust you. I have a way for you to see my memories; I can copy a portion of them for you..." The Demon Crystal Immortal Pupils in Long Ling's eyes lit up.

As soon as Haotian finished speaking, the Abyss Monarch in dark-gold armor curled his lip in disdain and said calmly.

The cultivator, seeing what the two had said, remained silent, though the spiritual energy fluctuations he had been preparing to channel—which the cultivator named Yan had taught him to set up—slowly dissipated.

"Is that so? Then I would like to see which families on this continent the Alchemist Association cannot afford to provoke!!!" Ji Ying punched Long Ling in the abdomen, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

My mood improved significantly. Although I had Xia Lan to thank for this, her scheming once again left me feeling a sense of unease.

But in that brief moment, he was caught by Long Ling’s gaze. If they wanted him to beg, they would have to see if they had the capability. "Two, this is the last time I will ask: is Senior Yue He here?" The murderous intent in Long Ling's eyes was now flickering in and out of existence.

After studying in school for so many years, how could someone fail to even obtain a junior accountant certification? What exactly had they been through?

He seemed to have completely forgotten his fatigue, leaving the villa time and again while Orange watched him with an expression reserved for the mentally impaired.

In eighty percent of matches, people would dedicate at least two ban slots to the mid-lane when facing the Sunset Team.