Chapter 63: Opening His Mouth, a Billion Is on the Table

Watching her mother leave, Su Manman finally snapped out of her shock. The man before her was actually the chairman of Hengda Group, no longer the good-for-nothing everyone spoke of. An indescribable feeling welled up in her heart. She didn’t know whether to feel happy or angry.

“Ye Feng, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Su Manman’s beautiful face was tinged with anger as she pounded Ye Feng’s chest with her fists.

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After speaking, Nangong Zheng bore an expression of hurt and deep affection, as if the kindness he had shown had been misunderstood by the girl he admired.

At present, there were thirteen thousand regular soldiers in the city, in addition to three thousand police officers in the new city and Yang Yuanqing’s own two thousand personal guards.

He knew that Jian Yi wasn’t simply forbidding him from entering the Great Wilderness because it was too dangerous—otherwise, the family’s hunting party would have no purpose. Jian Yi refused him because he didn’t want to risk the clan for the sake of his siblings. After all, he was not only Jian Lingxin’s brother, but also the head of the Jian family.

She had already been grieving over Fusui, and if His Majesty were to suffer any misfortune, her days would be at their end.

Jian Zhengfeng and the other two nodded. Jian Mingyi then recounted the four matters he was aware of, then looked to the others, eager to learn if there was anything else.

Meanwhile, Fusui would become the leading figure of this chamber of commerce, overseeing the distribution of grain across the markets of every region.

Each council meeting would begin with Xun Yu’s report on the state of the territory, a long-held tradition.

With that, Fusui once again kowtowed deeply, his forehead banging against the floor, heavy, muffled thuds echoing through the hall.

Her silhouette seemed to flee in panic. Peng Tongyuan smiled faintly and followed her down the stairs.

With every loss comes a gain. Wasn’t it for his apparent mediocrity and ease of control that she’d chosen such a puppet in the first place?

“Greetings, Uncle Master!” The ghostly monk bowed promptly, then gave Ciyuan a brief account of the situation.

Yet too much attention only deepened her reluctant longing for Tang Hao. Though she wished to use him, she also desperately wanted to see him, to discover what it was about him that made him so irresistibly fascinating.

The ancient ruins open once every thousand years. Aside from the main entrance, there is a breach that can only be opened by someone at the Heaven-level realm, and even then, only for a short while.

Ye Canglan felt as if his throat were being strangled, as if he’d been slapped across the face—a sensation of acute discomfort.

She looked at Yang Qi, hoping he would give some explanation. Even if he remained silent, she wished he’d at least take his fiancée and walk away.

Zhang Daoqi burst into wild laughter, spreading his fingers wide toward the Elder Ghost and Qiu Luoyue. Instantly, a powerful force sucked them toward him, leaving them helpless to resist.

The problem was a lack of starting funds. To form a team and seize what was needed from the grasslands, you needed elite troops and warhorses—without them, it was impossible.

“Seventh brother, who did this to you? Tell me, and I swear I’ll get justice for you!” The young man before him was Li Yan, Qing Qi’s older brother and one of Qing Hang’s men.

He never once considered taking ruthless action against Xie Limin or Valeria—after all, it was obvious they belonged to the Holy Temple of Magic.

Now was the best time for seniors to strike up conversation with freshmen and for upperclasswomen to befriend junior boys. Their military attire made their status as newcomers painfully obvious.

The ground rushed up to meet him. Out of reflex, Ke Wang tried to activate his ability, only to find he’d lost all connection with the elemental forces—no matter how he tried, there was no response.

When had such a humble existence transformed into this dazzling figure of today?

Bai Mao glared at the unconscious Chen Qingqiu. If not for her, they wouldn’t have ended up in such a place. As the flames of the burning talisman gradually died down, Bai Mao suddenly picked Chen Qingqiu up, took off his coat, and set it alight.