Chapter 87: Su Yiyi Tempts Ye Feng

The man named Ye Feng, after having the call abruptly cut off, could only shake his head with a helpless smile and silently put his phone back into his pocket.

Secretary Tao wore a look of curious inquiry, though she did not ask anything, because she knew exactly what her place was. How could a mere secretary pry into the boss’s affairs?

Besides, Ye Feng trusted her so completely, handing over such a vast company for her to manage. What tremendous confidence that was in her. However...

This method was indeed the best, achieving multiple aims at once: it could raise his prestige, so that by the time Liu Nong reached Shangcai his momentum would already be established, and it would surely shorten the marching route as well.

The smile at the corner of Guo Mo’s mouth suddenly vanished. He sprang to his feet and hurriedly looked out. All he saw was a streak of iron surging through the wild grass and crashing toward them from afar. At the head of it rode a white horse clad in black armor, with twin horns rising from its brow.

But now Han Yi actually felt short of breath, which showed just how difficult it was to travel through the forest.

Although the clothes had been chosen by Su Chang before they were worn, the styling itself had to be handled by specialists.

Liu Nong bowed in silence, turned, and stepped aboard the sailboat. Looking out, he saw sailboats like forests on the surging Huai River. Though there were only a thousand men, they had deployed every fishing boat in the entire Shouchun region. And at this moment, within Huainan’s borders, from the military forts scattered like pieces on a chessboard, ranks of soldiers armed with spears and armored for battle emerged, and wherever the banners pointed, they all aimed toward Shouchun.

“The award for Best Director goes to...” Barbara opened the envelope, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes. She looked down toward the audience, and at that very moment the camera cut to the expressions of the five directors. In the end Barbara’s gaze fixed on one of them, and Han Yi’s pupils could not help but tighten.

At those words, Qing Yan felt a pang in her heart. Her hands twisted restlessly, and tears trembled on the verge of falling. Madame Liu, who was extremely fond of Qiao Yousi, glanced toward the northern building and felt pain in her own heart as well. At once she took Chuixiao’s hand and walked over, saying softly, “My dear child, my good little grandson, you must call him, you must...” Her words faltered, and she looked toward Lu Shuyao.

The shouts of slaughter all around were too loud, and the booming discharge of the catapults and cannon seemed to be right beside their ears, rattling the scalp numb.

“Lean your ear closer. If I say some things out loud here, it won’t be good for either of us,” Heize Silver said to Ken, crooked finger beckoning.

Morgansta said nothing further and simply dragged Mo Xuan into the shop, pressing him for what exactly had happened and where Susu was.

In a corner of the city where no one paid attention, more than ten figures in black night garb protected a young man. Taking advantage of the shadows at the foot of the wall, they slid down outside it, then vanished into the boundless darkness of the night.

He really was only tired... As for the odd tone, perhaps the mission had simply not gone smoothly.

Although Jiang Xiangrong was a demon, she had no experience in combat at all and could only watch helplessly as the peach tree was cut down.

This was done so that in the early stages no consumer would be missed; later on, the number of teams involved in the rural appliance campaign would gradually be reduced.

He unlocked the door, switched on the light, and looked at Chen Xiaoxiao imprisoned in the cage. The stick in his hand tightened once more.

Chen Hao was stunned for a moment, but since it had been arranged by Old Master Yang, there was no harm in going to take a look with Yang Yue.

Xu Jichen was somewhat puzzled, but following her hint, he glanced over and, unsurprisingly, found the culprit: the one laughing without the slightest restraint.

In the past, Tang’s mother and Fu Chenghao would, whenever they had nothing to do, try to persuade her with endless talk about how wonderful wine was and all that, yet they simply would not let her drink any.

“Dear Liu, this kind of military dagger is powerful enough, but this is no longer the age of the First World War. Since the advent of the submachine gun, how many armies would still choose hand-to-hand combat?” Gruunov asked in confusion.

“Next time you run into danger, don’t try to force your way through it. If anything happens, report to us immediately. Do you understand?”

Tang Feng saw that Li Yu’s dantian was actually absorbing vital energy on its own to nourish his fleshly body, and his injuries were recovering at astonishing speed; his life was no longer in danger.

The meaning was very clear: if you want to fight your way into prominence, fine. But you have to have something real to back it up, otherwise you won’t even get another chance to rise again.