126. Assassination Attempt

Wang Zixuan’s face darkened further as he saw Li Sisi remain completely indifferent, refusing to show him any respect. Ever since he took over the family business, who dared to look down on them, aside from the children of high-ranking officials?

He chanted in a low voice several times, but nothing unusual occurred. His "Heavenly Eye" showed that his fortune remained unchanged, still stuck at twelve points.

Though they knew the situation was dire, everyone felt a temporary sense of relief upon being herded into the metal "tin can."

Elsewhere, in the Zhangjiang Hi-Tech Park of Pudong New Area, Shanghai, at the editorial department of the XX Group.

Upon hearing this, Luo Yi nodded. He was not surprised by the existence of such a place. Top-tier powerhouses naturally possessed a greater ability to acquire treasures than average ones, yet not every treasure they obtained was suitable for themselves. Thus, a platform for these elites to exchange goods was bound to emerge.

Therefore, Lin Ye felt at ease as he took out the "Human Skin Mask" and faced the bathroom mirror.

Zhou Bai’s words were heavy. Although he didn’t name anyone, those who felt targeted might grind their teeth in hatred.

The incense burner before him was larger than the two replicas he had seen previously, standing about twelve centimeters tall with a mouth diameter exceeding fifteen centimeters.

With a dull thud, the golden tripod dissipated, shattered by a kick from Gan Ning. However, taking advantage of this moment, the middle-aged Daoist exerted force through his feet and leaped several yards away.

Consequently, the settlements of gnolls, even those of large tribes, consisted only of dilapidated, low-slung huts or simple burrows.

When I summoned the spirit of a desperate man and fought him with my life, Jin Dahu was actually intimidated by me.

Logically, I should have been accustomed to this by now, but when my sister-in-law said that, I still felt myself blushing, my heart rate accelerating.

"Cough, cough." Su Xiaorou coughed repeatedly; the red wine she had just consumed was making her stomach feel terribly uncomfortable.

After calling everyone he knew, he ended up receiving only five hundred yuan, accompanied by a note telling him to get his brain checked.

The carriage swayed all the way back to the government office. Si Gui had already fallen asleep, and after Hua Zhiwei had her carried to a prepared room to rest, she took Tai Shi Sui’s hand and headed to her own quarters.

Nangong Yunyan entered a password-like sequence onto the wall’s light screen, and a moment later, the wall opened.

If, one day in the future, she were no longer with the company, the house would certainly be reclaimed.

Gently embracing the person before him, Ji Hong gazed at the boundless starry sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, savoring this rare moment of tranquility.

Pei Judao shoved open the bedroom door, sat on the bed, clutched his chest, and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

"As for other people purchasing Moore Technology graphics cards and then buying Whisper Systems domestically to use abroad, that is entirely the users' own behavior."

"Great, you're here!" Lin Fan revealed a smile and, with another spatial blink, emerged from the orcs' encirclement.

"System Notification: The competition you are participating in will begin in ten minutes. Would you like to be teleported to the venue?" Following the system's prompt, Lin Fan and his team chose to confirm.

The first exchange between the two sides seemed evenly matched, but since Tian Sheng had struck first and Goodrich had easily neutralized the attack, it was effectively a loss of half a move for Tian Sheng. The surrounding cultists cheered excitedly, rooting for Goodrich.

Vermilion flames, like flowing liquid, instantly enveloped the five-colored rays of light—the entire Shangqing Temple—and began to burn fiercely.

Gao Bing smiled faintly, slid his feet to dodge Wei Yang’s fist, and simultaneously swept his right leg low, aiming for Wei Yang’s ribs.

Perhaps, before he was even born, this "super son" of his would be like a ticking time bomb, ready to tear his mother to pieces.

Ever since he learned the God-Breaking Art, he had never encountered such a tricky opponent. To think that he was not falling behind at all under the assault of the God-Breaking Art; Sar-Dan was truly the strongest enemy he had ever faced.

"No, that won't happen. Yueying is a sensible child; she will surely understand. However, it is best to wait until she has finished her tribulation, lest it disturb her state of mind," Shen Daohang said.

Beneath the water, silver stars gathered in increasing numbers. As the silver orbs leaped from the surface, the Water Kite warriors were kept busy.

Jiang Ling suddenly threw the contract in front of him away. He regretted it—regretted it to the core. He shouldn't have gone crazy and kissed her that night.

Later, in high school, she suddenly developed a love for whole milk, which eventually became a habit. Perhaps this persistence paid off, as Wen Shu grew to nearly 168 centimeters.

After kissing for a while, Jiang Ling dared not tease her further; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to hold back, and he would be the one suffering.

Bombers are large and slow, making them little more than sitting ducks in aerial combat.

He had seen the vast, boundless earth, the endless sky, the most beautiful flowers, and the deepest seas. He was an eagle that refused to be restrained.

The system never gave Su Ran a chance to ponder; once a quest appeared, it was equivalent to acceptance.

Having enough clothes to wear was sufficient. As for handbags, she was still a student, and those brands were far too expensive for her.

This was a precaution for the acquisition of the other three hotels. Aside from the apprentices, that couple could certainly handle things on their own.

Upon hearing this, Rong Yin said nothing more. He continued forward, leading Han Qingxia to Vehicle No. 7 first.

"Haha, why don't you say you're the boss of Douyin? 'Winter Melon Video,' indeed!" Sure enough, upon hearing this, the aunt burst into loud laughter.

For a man stabbed in the heart, whether he enters hell or ascends to heaven is hard to say.

This was naturally impossible, so the remaining twenty percent of the population had no choice but to flee.

Su Zheng had long known they wouldn't agree to the condition of wagering their entire cultivation, so this was a strategy of advancing by retreating. Since they had rejected the first, there was no way they could reject the second.

Inside the shop, Su Zheng, the Blood Flood Dragon King, and the others heard and saw everything from start to finish; all three were completely stunned.

It could be said that Lin Yuming was happy and pleased that day, but in the Beijing office of the Sanhua branch, Zhang Ziqiang was not happy at all. At this moment, he was receiving a lecture from the Japanese president of the Sanhua HVAC Company.