Chapter 33: A Chance Encounter with Shen Weifeng

We owe the discovery of this clue to Senior Sister Jiang. That day, she returned half a cup of tea’s time late because she had been queuing for the newly released spicy rabbit heads.

Later, Senior Sister Jiang recommended them to her several times, praising them to the heavens as a delicacy of the human world, but she never had the opportunity to try them.

Having never tasted one, she assumed the same was true for Ye Yueqing, though it was still too early to draw any firm conclusions after these few short days.

According to inquiries, this batch of rabbit meat was from the "bouncy rabbits" newly culled by the Beast Garden; because of their poor quality, they were all diverted to...

Zhang Ruoyu was a golden phoenix who had flown out of the National Residence, a perfect idol, and she had become a model for the youths of the National Residence. So, what should an idol and role model do?

"Alright! Alright! We have nothing to do this afternoon, so why don't we go to the beach for a barbecue?" Ling Feng ran to the front and suggested.

"I will upload two songs to the Fengyun Music website tomorrow to build up some buzz for you. Last week's sales figures for Ruoyu’s album proved that the online market does not conflict with physical sales; in fact, it can even drive them," Zhang Ruofeng continued.

Old Chen was also a graduate of the Beijing Film Academy, a veteran several years senior to Lin Mu; calling him "Senior Brother" was certainly no exaggeration.

There was no other reason; usually, whenever Lin Mu attended an awards ceremony, he either wore his signature Zhongshan suit or the luxury brand suits that Yan Zi bought for him.

The circular moon blade, like a new moon at the beginning of the month, hovered before me. The blade was exquisitely crafted and elegant, yet it faintly carried a trace of undeniable baleful aura.

Taking the initiative was effective; Yun Mu gradually forced the proprietress to the window, where she had nowhere left to retreat. This time, the two were too close, and the proprietress took the opportunity to throw him to the ground.

Many things only appear and become popular after the future arrives—such as certain props, news stories, or the most important punchlines in comedy films.

Bai Mu raised his hand, afflicting everyone with effects of sluggishness and paralysis; both their minds and bodies saw their reaction times drop by an entire level.

There was no helping it; it was impossible for his opponent to fight in front of thousands of live audience members and millions of television viewers while swinging around a slug. Even if they had to be censored on screen due to the impact, they couldn't apply a mosaic to reality, so he surrendered decisively.

"I hope your good words align with what I intend to achieve." Hela passed by him and saw her warship docked at the spaceport.

Yet, in the next breath, he found himself unable to grasp Zhao Zhou’s intentions, and subsequently, he dared not go.

"Old Liu, I see you smiling so brightly—did you encounter something good?" As soon as Li Shuyun, Liu Mingyuan’s mother, returned home, she saw her husband holding the phone and chuckling like a fool, so she tapped him.

"You are really lucky!" Yuzang spoke from the heart; for Deidara to survive an encounter with someone of the Fourth Raikage's strength, he was quite capable.

However, once it encountered a weapon of equal caliber reinforced with battle energy, the outcome was already foreseeable.

And then there was the upcoming Seven-Star Gathering; should he participate? And in what capacity should he attend?

The winter chill might have kept many people indoors and hindered the steps of many travelers, but it could not stop the heroes under Byron’s command from yearning for the upcoming investiture ceremony. Whether by horse or carriage, they traveled along different roads, but all were headed toward Amira Castle.

The rules for this duel were simple: no matter the weapon, no matter the armor, no matter the method, just knock the opponent down without killing them. This type of duel followed standard warfare norms; both sides were pitting their full strength against one another.

"I don't know a damn thing! You humans are truly shameless, resorting to sneak attacks and dirty tricks!" the burly man gritted his teeth and cursed.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Your complexion has been poor since we left the pawnshop," the Zhang woman asked with concern.

Everything was going according to Xie Li’s plan, but he could not fathom how Zhao Zhen had exposed his identity.

Below the trap was a swamp, and the surroundings were muddy; using fire in such a place would not cause a conflagration. In other words, they had simply lit a small bonfire.

Given the eccentric nature of the "Leader of the Five-Fireball Sect," he wouldn't just go around taking on disciples; managing to take one or two was already a rare occurrence.

Although Zhou You said he would let him off the hook for now, Bei Heng still felt uneasy, so he urged Zhou You to go to the university and let his sister, Bei Yu, help put in a good word so he could finally feel completely at ease.

In fact, in Ran Bing’s heart, Lin Haotian was an exceptionally good person, and he had been nothing but wonderful to her. He was the type to give his heart and soul, yet she always made him worry about her. She felt truly sorry for Lin Haotian and decided she could not let him worry anymore; she had to pull herself together and be sensible.

Lin Haotian’s heart was pounding, and his breathing was rapid. He looked at her face with extreme doting, terrified that Ran Bing might suffer even the slightest injury.

However, the Underworld Emperor already possessed high cultivation; facing the injured Jesus, he was even less afraid. He drew his stone sword and struck, severing Jesus's head.

If you hadn't knelt down and chatted with her endlessly, none of this would have happened.

Therefore, when the host on stage called his name, he naturally gained the opportunity to go up and speak.

Lei Zhenting paced his office, racking his brain to come up with several solutions, only to discard them one by one.

Since transferring the money would take time, Mr. Wang had been playing for time with Song Chuchu, delaying whenever possible.

The whiteness was like a tide, beating the ball until it was crimson, making the standing Meringer even more excited. This was not for the sake of an attack, but for death; he could not tolerate the slightest stain.

"That bastard? What does he know about wealth management? Back on the Miguel luxury cruise, he lost 300 million dollars in a single night. Later, he kidnapped the boss of Miguel’s son and demanded 1 billion dollars, which almost triggered a military conflict between the Shadow Domain mercenaries and the country of Vietnam."

Song Tao wanted to say that Shen Yan’s injury was fake, but on second thought, she realized that Shen Yan might be ruthless enough to twist her own foot on purpose. After thinking it over repeatedly, Song Tao decided not to mention it.

Pushing back his chair, he found a comfortable position to lie back and began to consider the matters related to becoming a content creator.

But in reality, it was the Continental University that lost the most; if it weren't for them using Echo’s name to do so many things, they wouldn't have ended up in such a state.

Of course, it wasn't just the Eagle Nation doing this; it was just that other countries hadn't had any incidents yet.

This queen ant was actually someone who loved beauty; these interdimensional creatures had no way to unleash the true power of these spiritual artifacts.

Jing Moxuan had lost his memory and divorced her, the rights to the P1 development zone were gone, and Jing Moxuan was forcing her to repay the 45 million. Coupled with the pressure from the Bai and Liu families, she had no options left.