Volume 1, Chapter 172: Elder Sister Belongs to Me

Fu Ming's offensive power has always been outrageously strong.
Ruan Xing's expression darkened slightly, and the next second, acting as if he had been wronged, he pitifully called out to Shen Zhaowu, "Sister, I feel so sad..."
He attempted to get Shen Zhaowu to back him up.
"..." Shen Zhaowu felt as though her ears had been tainted.
That FBI agent kept staring into his eyes while he spoke. He, too, returned the gaze unflinchingly.
Yin Zhili turned his head and saw Yin Zhiqing sitting in front of the stone table in the courtyard, looking at him with sorrow.
This move could be described as both offensive and defensive. Seizing the opponent's head, the entwined legs could shift into defense or offense at any moment. Facing such a preemptive strike, Zhang Kong did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
Lu Zhishen still had meetings tomorrow, so he had to fly back to the United States today. After settling Lu Mingyou's marriage matters, Yan Qingfeng took people to a restaurant for lunch, and then had someone drive Lu Zhishen to the international airport.
However, the moment Uchiha Madara reached out his hand, Junlin instantly and vigilantly hugged Ye Yunle's lapel tightly, watching Uchiha Madara with guarded eyes.
What was the current situation? Where was this? It couldn't possibly be a hospital; there was no smell of disinfectant in the air. Instead... instead, there was a faint fragrance of flowers. How could there be flowers in London in early April?
Just as she felt waves of drowsiness washing over her, her phone, placed beside the pillow, suddenly rang.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the faint silhouette he cast against the wall looked like a poster shot by an elite photographer, possessing a lean, sharp sense of line and an aura of supreme aristocracy.
Link found this rather strange, as such a situation shouldn't naturally occur on a ranch.
To his surprise, Li Bumian merely extinguished the cigarette butt between his fingers with frost, and then flicked it casually, landing it precisely inside the ashtray.
Liang Sixuan, who had sneaked over to see what was happening, saw the hotel manager helping Su Yikun out of the fitting room.
Qi Xiao thought about how he hadn't managed to find an opportunity to enter the bedchamber for over half a month, and could not help feeling somewhat stifled and irritated.
That bodyguard desperately wanted to remind him that the Mu Group was no longer what it used to be, but unfortunately, he couldn't get a word in.
Lin Ran's throat bobbed, and in an instant, his blood boiled. It seemed as though all his reason had vanished, and his gaze was suffused with a bloody red hue.
"It's fine. Besides, I'd like to talk to you about the water shortage on the farm!" Zhou Yang said once again.
Seeing that Jiang Hao had been dead silent, Jing Mingxuan didn't foolishly assume that this fellow had accepted his fate. On the contrary, he felt that the other party must be sorting through his thoughts and formulating a new plan for the future.
After all, Zhou Yang knew the development potential of Babao Liang Village very well. Once it was abandoned, the loss wouldn't be a mere thousand or eight hundred, but possibly hundreds of thousands, or even millions.
Qingche immediately replied with a single word: "Good." The immortal-grade divine artifact worn on his wrist, the Clear Spring Echo, erupted with a dazzling cyan-blue radiance. The originally limpid spring water turned a deep azure, completely enveloping the chaos.
Fu Yanli glanced at the untouched pastries on the coffee table. She hadn't eaten much of them, which showed that they weren't to her taste.
Actually, this wasn't the main point. The main point was that the aura emanating from Wuxia was actually a notch higher than both of theirs.
Zhu Xiucai hurriedly paused his chopsticks and stood up to express his gratitude, while Zhu'er hastily turned sideways to dodge. With mealtime just around the corner, she couldn't afford to linger and chat. Offering a couple of words of comfort, she hurried back to her duties.
Su Qingying attended court from behind the bamboo screen for three more days. Seeing that Hei Ya handled everything exceptionally well, she couldn't help but secretly admire Qianmo's thorough and meticulous teaching, after which she stopped attending court from behind the screen.
This single sentence amused everyone in the shop. Shen Yuan covered her mouth to weep while simultaneously failing to suppress a smile.
Just like usual, not long after the sun woke up, Zuo Qing would come to knock on the door and bring in breakfast. Before he could even put down what he was holding, I would anxiously pull him to ask about Huo Xiaoran.