Chapter 154: The Wager

Seeing Bai Mosheng agree so easily, Yun Aiguo felt a slight pang of regret, wondering if he had asked for too little. However, as the saying goes, a sapling will grow, and as long as this big fish remained on the hook, there was no need to worry about him escaping.

Qiao Ru'an scanned the simple layout of the three main rooms, two side chambers, and the large courtyard. The spacious, luxurious residence was devoid of any human presence. Yet, the courtyard was meticulously cleaned, looking nothing like an uninhabited place.

A winter night in Paris carried a slight chill, somewhat resembling late autumn in Jiangnan, and before he knew it, the casual stroll Huo Jingchen had suggested brought them right to the Eiffel Tower.

"Hmm, why is Luo Yunfan here?" Murong Sheng could not help but feel surprised. Shouldn't he be guarding the borderlands at a time like this? Why would he suddenly appear in the palace?

Huo Jingchen had no desire to waste his time in bed on this topic. Besides, as for the matters concerning Hu Li and Qiqi, he didn't need to put much thought into it; others would handle it naturally. All he needed to do was push the matters along and point the way.

"Brother Sun, it's fine! Let bygones be bygones, I won't take it to heart." Since Sun Dahu had already put it that way, Shen Wan naturally wouldn't dwell on it anymore.

Clad in a white mermaid-style evening gown that accentuated her graceful and curvaceous figure, her dark hair was gathered into an elegant chignon, with a few strands trailing down the sides of her temples, making her delicate, lotus-like face appear even purer and more charming.

That woman surnamed Shen was truly going too far. Not only did she refuse to wash clothes for her, but she also made her lose all her dignity in front of the entire village.

Xu Rongrong pressed her lips together, just about to answer, when she suddenly noticed an influx of onlookers gathering around them.

However, Lin Ming had no idea where they actually planned to strike, so he simply continued walking forward on his own.

Yan Xiuhua's face flushed crimson instantly, and she muttered a low reproach, asking what nonsense he was talking about. Only then did she raise her head with a smile and graceful poise to greet the approaching group: "Hello everyone, I am Yan Xiuhua..." Completely forgetting about Li Tianxiu's upcoming engagement.

"I'm going to call Shen Hanhan right now and tell her that you miss her terribly, but were too afraid to tell her yourself, so you had to rely on me to convey the message," Wang Peng threatened once again.

By this time, he could already discern the expression on the face of the demon clan member requesting clearance—a grimace even more distorted than one undergoing physical torture.

"If you kill her, I won't blame you. And if you don't kill her, there's no problem at all either. After all, she has given me a lot of help, so sparing her life is my reward to her," Qin Han comforted, fearing that Yi Xingyun might think she was blaming her.

Right next door to Long Xiao's room? Could he be afraid that she would run away? He was certainly keeping a close watch. Alas! If she could find her parents, she might actually entertain the idea of running away.

When the procession set off again, it was much larger than before. Originally, only a dozen cavalrymen escorted the front and back, but for some unknown reason, Madam Shumulun had dispatched more personnel. The guards for the carriages suddenly increased to a hundred, moving majestically with the thunderous sound of hooves shaking the surrounding mountains and plains.

In the entertainment industry, connections are of paramount importance. Only with extensive connections can one have more opportunities; you have to accept this reality.

"Uncle-in-law! Why are you shoving people?" Qu Mao's clear voice mixed amidst the harsh scoldings in Chudikh language. Yanjun was puzzled: Just a moment ago he called him uncle, why did he become uncle-in-law? It certainly seemed a bit odd.

By now, the foundation of the Xinda Building had been poured. Having entered the winter construction period, work on the above-ground structure could only resume after the Chinese New Year. The laboratory, spanning a total area of three thousand square meters, had already been completed and was currently undergoing secondary interior decoration. This time, Meng Tao had spared no expense, and the hardware standards were guaranteed to rival national first-class laboratories.

By the time Xiang Yihang went inside to rejoin Qin Ruoxue, she was still busy outside, which was when Xiang Yihang discovered that Qin Yao was missing.

Miao Chenxi wriggled... but couldn't budge at all... Under the man's gaze, he offered an awkward smile, rolled across the duvet, and tumbled right into the man's embrace.

Xiang Yihang instinctively believed that the Source Realm could not possibly be that simple. The gray-robed elder who had passed away in the undersea karst cave had left behind a deeply helpless, indignant, and even aggrieved set of insights, accusing the heavens of being unfair and treating the cultivators of the world with such indifference.

The sudden tolling of the bell broke the tranquility of the village, like a bowl of water poured into a boiling wok, causing an uproar. Amidst the sound of chaotic footsteps and turning-on lights, the entire village was startled.

Tonight, after conducting a series of experiments with toothpicks and steel needles and remotely controlling leaves to injure four men in black, he had overused his divine sense. A wave of exhaustion washed over him, and his eyelids felt too heavy to keep open. He simply lay down and went to sleep.

Moreover, three hundred years had passed, and the current Church was nowhere near as powerful as it once was, with vampire hunters reduced by more than half.

If anyone else had inquired about the whereabouts of Zi Jian, the Volunteer Army would not have easily disclosed it, but Zhang Youde was the number two figure in the Volunteer Army hierarchy, so there were no secrets withheld from him regarding such matters.

Originally, he had great confidence in fighting the Ming army head-on. Now, with the Ming army's center numbering fewer than three hundred men, he had thrown all four hundred and forty-plus cavalrymen into the frontal assault.

"Let's go, Kamu." Her fair cheeks still flushed with anger, her blue hair tied into twin ponytails cascading down her back, Wang Chu hurried to follow.

Before the fake emperor could speak, Murong Xiang pretended to have just noticed Yan Cai and couldn't help letting out a loud scream.

Xu Jie said, "Wancheng says that running a state-owned enterprise is basically worry-free. However, running a private enterprise is entirely different; it's equivalent to walking on the edge of a knife, where the slightest misstep leads to total destruction. Yet, the state-owned enterprise model cannot make all the workers of the Jiangshan Machinery Factory rich, so he has no choice but to run a private enterprise."

Upon seeing He Suoyi, Shen Xuan still felt somewhat awkward, offering a stiff and distant salute before standing quietly to the side without another word.