62 The CEO Supporting Actor Whose Intelligence Was Artificially Nerfed in a Classic Old-School Novel (14)

"Could it be that you want me to help you manage the business of the Chu State in Li Tang?" Zhang Qian asked and answered her own question.

Qin Tian handed Shixiu over to Qiulan to take him away. After the two returned to their courtyard and changed into proper attire, they went to the main hall to see Prefect Jiang.

Yueqing turned around only after the carriage was completely out of sight. Looking around, she walked toward the other end of the street. Aside from her parents, neither of her two younger brothers knew about her meeting with Yueyun today.

Sun Mo did not understand why Nanshu was so certain, but she still nodded obediently. While combing Nanshu's hair and lowering her gaze slightly, she saw a text message pop up on Nanshu's phone from an unknown number: I have returned to the imperial capital.

He smiled faintly, pulled her closer, and rubbed his chin against the top of her head. She wrapped her arms around his solid waist, feeling a warmth silently transmit into her body, instantly dispelling the chill she had felt.

As for that junior high school student, being a minor and realizing from the surveillance footage that he was the one who threw the first blow, he must have panicked a little inside and had yet to publish any subsequent remarks.

A clear tear rolled down, landing on Shang's finger. His deep gaze locked directly onto Zhilou's eyes.

After doing such an outrageous thing to her, how could he not show even a shred of remorse, and still have the nerve to eloquently justify himself?

"Wow! That's wonderful! We didn't misjudge you!" The two matrons cheered, not expecting the matter to be resolved so easily.

As the two generals speculated about the identities of these death-row warriors, everyone gradually grew less fearful. Since they were all heroes of the Fuxi Continent fighting for the same goal, regardless of life or death, they were comrades in arms.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, do not be offended, I am Qin Xia." Qin Xia swept over toward Wang Xian with a beaming smile.

"Aside from Jinling City sending people to investigate us, they have also transferred a Star River Stage Ninth-Rank person from Jinling City to serve as the Prefect of this Guangyang Commandery. This newly appointed prefect is named 'Hong Tiancheng'," Yang Mingzhi continued. These were all public details that anyone could easily find out with a little attention.

"I guessed it, I just didn't expect to guess right." Chen Xinni clearly didn't know how to answer Lin Feng at first, but ultimately came up with this reason.

As it turned out, inside the fire dragon's mouth, there were two soft sacs on either side containing some dark, oil-like liquid. When this liquid came into contact with the air, it would immediately ignite. In places like Grammys, some magicians also performed similar fire-breathing magic, and the basic principle was about to be similar to this.

His Primordial Energy cultivation was originally at the peak of the Void-Crossing realm. Now that he had absorbed the power within this Primordial Pill, logically he should have formed a pill and stepped into the Longevity tier. However, can a cultivator condense two Primordial Pills simultaneously within their body?

"Put her down, you're going to drop her." Ouyang Xiang slapped Huang Xiang and scolded him with a smile. Huang Xiang chuckled in return, set Yueyue down, and then gently patted Yueyue's head with a smile. Finally, they had arrived.

In fact, from the moment she stepped through the doors of the Astor House Hotel, the empty coffee lounge, and the various figures stationed around acting casually yet maintaining covert vigilance... it wasn't that she hadn't noticed, but rather that she remained completely calm and composed.

"Dragon-Elephant Water Ginseng!" Wang Xian's eyes grew hot. A sweep of his spiritual awareness revealed cultivators planting Dragon-Elephant Water Ginseng everywhere across continents and stars.

He had originally intended to open the two stone doors himself, but Feng Li was worried that if they happened to be at a critical juncture, his direct intrusion might cause them to suffer a cultivation deviation or backlash.

"Hmph... Where we come from, there is indeed a lot of high technology. For instance, your magic ring is a product of high technology. But do you think a senior doctor like myself needs to personally understand these computer technologies?" Tesla expressed immense disdain for Lin Feng's "ignorance," his arrogant streak flaring up again as he spoke.

"Some people, when I bestow favor upon them, do not know how to cherish it, thinking they can toy with me? Might as well give this favor to someone who knows how to cherish it?" The Crown Prince muttered to himself. Having said this, he laughed first.

Afterward, Yang Cheng parted ways with Miaoshou Huiqiu, set up a stall in the market to sell two Level 15 pieces of equipment, and even traded for a pair of green Level 15 leather pants. Seeing that it was getting late, he logged off.

"How could it be feeding fish? Feeding fish is done over at the floating bridge and water pavilion!" Someone else retorted.

Yin Zi, who had already been in despair, suddenly saw Ye Xingchen appear and forcefully block the attacks of the four Dark Night martial artists, causing a wave of wild joy to spread across her face.

"Chu Fei, you will die a horrible death!" The veins on Hou San's forehead bulged as he glared at me, gnashing his teeth.

He was speaking so amiably just a moment ago, yet changed his expression in the blink of an eye. Is the young master an actor in a Sichuan opera?

"Leader Shen, what on earth happened in this village? It's turned out this tragic?" The team was led by Deputy Captain Liu of the county public security bureau's criminal investigation detachment. So many people dying all at once in Xiachia Village left him utterly astounded.

"It must be that bastard Wang Qiang's good luck!" I smiled, looking straight at the cuff of Feng Huo's sleeve without blinking.

Based on my previous experience as a hoodlum lingering at the school gates, I guessed that the students who got beaten all belonged to the same class.

Zhou Hongbo raised his head, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at Li Mucheng. Zhou Yunling might be spoiled and willful, but she was still his own younger sister. Now that such a thing had happened, how could he not feel heartbroken?

The medium-sized hunter families within the Crimson King Castle certainly could not compare to those in Dondurma, a fact well known to everyone, but that did not mean these people had no temper at all.