The General Trend Is Irreversibly Lost

Whether she truly chose to trust him or did so for the ten billion RMB in military funds remains unknown.

However, the fox was not one of those mindless beasts; it rarely saw its master wear such a serious expression.

With that, the farmstay landlady picked up a wooden stick, opened the door, and entered the stench-filled restroom to unclog the toilet for Fairy Yunshang.

Without a word, Zhuran struck out with a backhand slap, leaving a bright red handprint directly across Moyan's face.

After pondering for a moment and organizing his thoughts, he began to explain the matter to the two of them.

At Mortal Media, Song Nuang followed Lin Fan almost in a daze. When she first joined the company, she had resolved to prove her worth to Lin Fan and vowed never to be just a pretty vase.

As for other positions requiring less technical skill—such as electricians, mechanics, cleaners, and factory laborers—there was no need for international recruitment; local labor was the most abundant resource in Somalia.

Having exerted her vital energy the previous night, she had spent the entire evening with a sore waist and aching legs. Since she neither gained fame nor achieved greatness, Luo Xing'er always felt she had drawn the short straw.

Upon returning to his room, fearing that someone might disturb his experiment, Wang Zhan thought for a moment and waved his hand, sending several glowing spirit stones flying into specific positions around the room.

As soon as Lin Fan stepped into the living room, he pretended not to see Song Nuang frantically blinking at him. Nonsense! The old man was watching him right then; if he dared to return eye contact or interact, wouldn't his hundred-odd pounds of flesh be as good as finished?

Yet what shocked Han Lang the most was that this Source of Evil could actually utilize malicious thoughts to cultivate and grow infinitely. This went against the Heavenly Dao—how could such an entity even exist? It was utterly intolerable to natural law.

The root of the Lingyuan wild flower suddenly sprang from Cixin's body, took form upon landing, and dashed away in a blur of motion.

It might have made me laugh even more exaggeratedly, were it not for the pink light of the Beast Taming Technique still connecting me to the monster.

Knowing her time was running out, Yuyuantan called her two initiated disciples to her side and poured out her final parting words.

Why—she almost blurted out the question. But she held it back, intimidated by his razor-sharp intellect. Enveloped as she was in secrets, how she longed to lay bare the entire truth! Yet, what would be the outcome of complete honesty? How much of it could he accept?

Shi Tian and Zuiyu departed the Qingyang Hall, and as he left, Shi Tian did not forget to pull a funny face at Cixin.

She mentioned the location for dinner that afternoon—a five-star hotel. I asked her if her parents would be there. Zhao Lin giggled and told me not to worry, they wouldn't be, though her older sister, Zhao Qin, would be present.

And Yun Shan understood why Wu Buyi had made her soak in a herbal concoction of monkshood and dwarf bamboo, breaking out in a rash of red spots all over her body.

When I said this, even Dihu looked at me with worry in his eyes. He probably feared I couldn't handle those three brothers. After all, the fact that the three of them could sit in the positions of hall masters and keep so many brothers in check meant they undoubtedly possessed some genuine skill.

"Hahaha—" The airborne troops immediately burst into helpless laughter all over the floor. How bloody bizarre! Why did so many strange things happen in this world?

Mifei'er had always known her family was wealthy, but they were never extravagant or wasteful. Even for her, her favorite afternoon tea pastry was limited to once a week, and she had already consumed her share for this week.

The remaining three Chen family disciples turned pale with fright; they had originally assumed Shen Mo was merely an insect to be kneaded at will.

Lin Shujuan pursed her lips, her starry eyes half-open, and snuggled into Chen Xiaoran's arms, looking as though she never wanted to get up.

Grandpa Sun and the others in the Poison Valley were completely unaware of what was happening outside. According to the agreement we made before leaving, they were supposed to meet us at the entrance around dusk to escort us back, but we could no longer wait until evening.

With that, Qian Jiangliu's legs suddenly went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, kowtowing heavily. After just a few knocks, his forehead was already bruised and bruised-blue.

He sneered with unbridled arrogance, even casting a provocative glance at Zhenglong, daring him not to bring down the immortal-slaying blade.

Being with her made me feel as though there were countless things I wanted to do. I had the taxi stop in front of a supermarket because I wanted to buy some ingredients to cook for Shen Linfeng. Inside the supermarket, Shen Linfeng showed not the slightest bit of reservation or hesitation.

The expressions of shame on the faces of the two men as they met my eyes told me that the two beatings I took were not in vain. I figured that from then on, Sun Chongyuan and Hu Zhaotang probably wouldn't engage in such violent brawls as they did today.

I do not know whether this battle will be the final one, nor do I know if it represents the ultimate glory of my Dragon Hall, but I know in my heart that this will undoubtedly be the happiest battle of my life, Jiang Fang.

To take care of Cotton over the past few days, the old man had not done a thing—he hadn't touched the Mian family, hadn't touched the Deng family, and hadn't touched the people who ambushed him.

Hefang brought the interview to a timely close. He couldn't let them ask everything all at once; what would they talk about tomorrow night?

Audience members who couldn't buy tickets even ran to the box office to protest, demanding, "What were you thinking scheduling only a few screenings? Couldn't you open a few more halls?"

Likewise, the southern territories have always been prosperous commercial centers. The luxurious and decadent lifestyles of the wealthy merchants in the Jiangnan region probably even made Emperor Jiacheng pale by comparison.

Furthermore, according to the agreement between the three major sects and the Alliance, the Alliance's Myriad Techniques Chamber of Commerce does not sell Tier 3 cultivation techniques, let alone Tier 4 ones.

He made up his mind and asked Linlang a few routine questions, including her expertise, past experience, and some plans for the future. Unlike other interviewers, Xie Yaohua asked several particularly sharp questions.

No one knew how she had managed to swallow that phoenix egg, but swallow it she did, successfully escaping the Fire Luan Territory. Pursued relentlessly by the demon race and their vassals, she fought her way across multiple immortal domains, fleeing all the way from the human frontier to the current center of the human realm, the East Emperor Territory, and successfully saving her life.