Chapter 24

Song Tingyue held Meng Yinyin in his arms, burying his nose in her hair to greedily inhale her fragrance.

Such money likely originated from the Angry City Amusement Park, and regardless of its source, it was the hard-earned blood and sweat of the people of Angry City. For this reason, Tanye felt uneasy, though he acknowledged that Bai Shiren’s intentions were sincere.

This brine was much like fine wine; the longer it aged, the more mellow and fragrant it became. Moreover, the flavor of this stew was unlike anything Tao Lian’er had ever tasted, possessing a unique aroma that she found particularly rare and delightful.

"Brother Fan, we’re here!" Zhang Lin, Zhang Jing, and Dong Haian—three warrior priestesses—called out as they rushed toward him.

Everyone witnessed this scene, yet no one said a word. After Huangfu had caused trouble several times to no avail and had been lectured by Xiao Long, he stopped paying attention to Xiao Long out of spite, choosing instead to double down on his camaraderie with the boys.

Zhang Dan wanted to ask more, but Yu Fei shook his head slightly to stop her. It was clear that Lu Shaoshuai had a deep-seated grudge against this Winter Solstice Hotel, or perhaps against the people inside it.

Manpower was essential. Tao Lian’er thought that if she were to do it herself, she would hire people to pose as a security escort agency, buy several large trunks filled with heavy stones, rent a few carriages, and parade them through Huaian Town.

Only when the man fell silent did Tao Lian’er realize she had done something bad. She moved the stone away to find his head bloodied and bruised.

Ye Qing was also surprised. She hadn’t realized that Meng Yinyin was the singer William wanted to collaborate with; she had actually assumed Meng Yinyin was a bottom-tier celebrity trying to ride the coattails of fame.

"He is not my man, just a friend. I’m not married yet." Li Guyu felt exhausted; her mind was filled with the sights and sounds from when she had just regained consciousness.

With her lover to rely on, Ji Ruomin braced herself and let go of her hands, her face flushed red. "Exactly! And don’t be shameless about taking a bath. I asked you to sleep with me just to calm your nerves, not for anything else. What are you thinking?" Lin An’an entered a while later, smelling of water, clearly having just washed her pants and taken a shower.

Wang Shufang, still reeling from the earlier excitement, heard Li Guyu’s statement and felt a surge of frustration. However, hindered by Shang Huaicui’s presence, she could not vent her anger.

Watching Wuxin devour his food, Ruyi smiled—a genuine, happy smile. This was what she had always wanted. At this moment, Wuxin was no longer the "Blood Blade Wuxin" who struck fear into the hearts of the martial arts world; he had tucked away all his hostility and hidden his sharp edges, appearing more like a child who would never grow up.

From the core to the periphery, from raw material manufacturing to machine tool production, then to equipment manufacturing, and finally to various industrial sectors, it was an incredibly slow process of industrial extension.

Li Guyu and Tang Yun lay on the bed, exhausted. "Aunt Yun, since there are no other beds here today, please share this one with me. Once we open for business tomorrow, we can go buy another bed in the afternoon." Li Guyu got up to spread the bedding and spoke to her aunt.

Preserving the strength of the Great Sui army when victory was known to be impossible was objectively the most rational choice for the imperial court. Yet, for Xiao Wanruo, this decision would force her to bear the condemnation of the masses.

"Golden Blade!" Wuxin shouted. Ignoring his numbed arm, he chased after the vanishing figure like a bolt of lightning. The person who had appeared might be the very one he had been searching for, and he could not let this opportunity slip away.

During this time, Kaliya had protested once, wanting to be taken along for the fun. Aila, who had rarely visited the Holy Palace, could only watch longingly as Xina set off again, her face filled with resentment.

Wah Jai laughed, his mood excellent. "Alright, everyone here gets one," he said. This could be considered a perk for those present.

He had returned early after three days in the United States because he had to attend Lee Hyori’s wedding.

Fortunately, they didn't run into f(x) when they returned, or it would have been quite troublesome.

Shooting objects like feathers or flower petals was difficult because their trajectory was nearly impossible to master. The best moment to fire was the fleeting instant when the initial force was spent but the follow-through had yet to take hold. Taishi Kun had no time to ponder Zhou Tong’s technique for tossing petals; he quickly drew a flying knife from his tunic and threw it.

Her brows furrowed slightly. The sound of these camel bells was entirely different from those heard in merchant caravans. Even more unusual was the source of the sound—as she drew closer, she saw four snow-white camels standing by the side of the road, occasionally tossing their heads and causing the bells at their necks to jingle.

Director Yang stepped back quietly. His face no longer held the smile from when they had shared a massage at the sauna the night before; instead, it was replaced by a stern, professional expression.

The dean of students, who was at the very back, wanted to laugh but couldn't. He saw his opportunistic cousin shaking his head with a bitter smile.

As they spoke, the car entered the underground parking lot of the Jiayuan Building. Guan Muyin skillfully parked in an empty space before opening the door and stepping out.

"This is simply outrageous! Let’s just go straight to them!" Ling Yun said with indignation. For the对方 to dare ignore a call from the Senior Brother of the Immortal Sect was far too arrogant.

The conflict between the Yong Kingdom and Japan unexpectedly eased, which was something Wang Yong had not anticipated.

Seeing the blue-edged sword in his hand suddenly grow searingly hot, Dongfang Hong did not let go. Instead, a suggestive smile played on his lips.

After his "Indestructible Golden Body" reached the sixth stage, he hadn't had a chance to test it, so he didn't even know how strong his defense had become. He had just withstood several innate divine abilities from demonic prodigies without suffering a single injury.

Suddenly, with a loud "boom," a figure crashed through the roof, throwing a punch that struck the encroaching Demon咒罗.

If this were the Heaven of Desire, one could pinpoint a location with coordinates. But here in the Heaven of Entering the Void, even with coordinates, one could not determine an exact position. This was because the same coordinates in this realm could overlap with numerous floating lands, mountains, rivers, and forests.

Speaking of it meant losing one’s head. Furthermore, if he didn't speak, it would eventually be revealed to the world anyway, but if he did, he wouldn't live to see another day.

Didis’s handsome face and skin were flushed pink by the heat, yet his expression remained unchanged—as serious and cold as ever.

Ximo opened his eyes and stood up. Looking at the dark guards sleeping across the floor, his star-like eyes, though weary, revealed a sense of relief.