Volume 1, Chapter 37: Fu Juechuan Asks Chief Fu to Prepare a Gift for Qiaoqiao

"You will come back this year!" Chief Fu stated immediately, revealing his true objective.

Fu Juechuan opted for a delay, "I'll wait until I have leave."

"Fine! It's a deal. In exchange for your obedience, you can bring your wife along. I’ll cover your travel expenses." Chief Fu waved his hand, dismissing the cost.

Hearing Wang Yu grumbling with dissatisfaction in the background, Fu Juechuan replied bluntly, "Fine, just send it to Qiaoqiao. It’s convenient for her to receive it."

"Since it’s your first time giving Qiaoqiao a gift, you’ll have to figure that out yourself."

"All of that is fine, but you must come back after the New Year, or don't blame me for being unkind."

"I'm hanging up." Fu Juechuan ignored the Chief's words...

Although she was just a tiny bit too old, it seemed her life had reached its limit with no room for improvement.

By tomorrow night at the latest, Phoenix City would be flooded with fans seeking the "Miraculous Doctor Li Xiang" or the "Phoenix Fairy" for medical treatment or music; not to mention the omnipresent reporters. In such a situation, even martial arts experts would be helpless; it would be far too easy for assassins to slip in.

Zhang Ning was confident that he possessed weaponry with an absolute advantage for this era. His long-barreled heavy artillery was generations ahead of the crude cast cannons used by the Ming army, and the techniques for casting barrels and honing bores were not something others could acquire in a short time.

"Obsessed?" Lan Zhanjiang muttered, a thought flashing through his mind: Could Zhu Tong have done something to the Mad Monk of the Snow?

Tao Yuming left, and Chu Tiansheng decided to play along, discussing a few things with Yang Fugui to "beat the grass to startle the snake," knowing full well that their conversation in the office would reach Fu Damu's ears immediately.

Elder Song’s symptoms were worsening; he had fallen into a coma, and the right side of his body had begun to lose sensation.

The golden light split into three sharp points before his eyes. With a sharp "ding," one point struck Zhu Tong’s chest. The other two circled once before returning to the side of the Godly Hook King, Wang Han.

Geng Zhongtian did not say it directly, but Chu Tiansheng understood his meaning: someone was using the pretext of disciplining Huo Qiming to target Geng Zhongtian, as he was the one in charge of staffing and position allocation; to negate this work was to negate him personally.

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This technique was the prized secret skill of the Desolate Blade Sect, combining movement and swordsmanship into one. It was both powerfully offensive and defensive; every grain of sand carried blade energy, and once someone was caught in it, they would be shredded into thousands of pieces. The sandstorm could both defeat enemies and use its vortex force to restrict their movement—truly miraculous.

The afternoon sunlight shone through the carved wooden windows, exposing a faint smudge on the collar of Zhang Ning’s snow-white undershirt. He had stayed at an inn last night, and having not changed his shirt all day, even the slightest dirt on the white collar was very obvious.

"The changing room was partitioned off temporarily, and the height of the surveillance camera doesn't cover that area. But precisely because the room was modified by the crew, there's no problem seeing the vanity. You were peeking while standing on the vanity; as long as the footage shows you standing there, that’s enough," Zhou Bai said, staring at Shi Ji'an’s face with a sneer.

This was what Elder Ye worried about most, as nuclear weapons were currently the most powerful tools in human science on Earth.

Having been oppressed by Editor Hu for half a year, Lu Tao had been feeling stifled for a long time; naturally, she wouldn't miss this chance to kick a man when he was down.

However, before his hand could land, he felt a terrifying force clamp onto his wrist like iron pincers, and a wave of pain surged instantly.

If one killed out of selfish greed, it was feared that over time, a profound amount of negative karma would accumulate.

Bai Su’s long delay in returning made Li Ziye’s mood sink further. Several times she gathered the courage to get out of bed to search for her, but she feared that Bai Su was just hiding outside, and if she went out, she would definitely be mocked.

During these three years, Luo Yi had saved up enough faith points to master the "Hammer of Divine Punishment" skill. With spare time to accumulate points, it meant that Lulu Meng’s awakening was near.

Shang Shu took a sudden leap, her feet landing on the stone base, and with her hands gripping the stone beam of the painted boat, she performed a back-hanging maneuver to reach the second floor. She didn't rush to retract her legs; instead, she waited for Zhang Zheng to move up, allowing him to use her dangling leg to climb to the second floor as well. Their cooperation was tacit and smooth as flowing water.

Hui Jue could vaguely see a hazy, blurred figure standing before him, bowing gracefully before turning abruptly and vanishing without a trace.

His eyes were bright and brilliant, like two stars in the night sky, with a flash of light passing through them, as if starlight were shimmering within.

"When we get there, if Jiu Jiu blames me, you’ll have to put in a good word for me!" Yang Bin laughed.

The one feeling the most regret was Master Jingyin, who never expected that the Master’s benevolence in sparing a treacherous and wicked man would lead to the calamity currently plaguing the martial arts world.

Those high-level officials didn't show Huo Yaoyang and his group respect because they represented the British Royal Aircraft Manufacturing Company, and those officials were British themselves. But these security guards had no such background.

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Liu Tuo lifted his right foot and struck with the power of a Xuni supporting the sun. The air vibrated with a thunderous roar as he swept his leg against Cheng Tieniu’s left thigh. Cheng Tieniu was sent flying five yards away, vomiting blood as he crashed heavily to the ground.

Shui Yan did not immediately reveal the truth, but instead kept Leng Jiang until after dinner, as she did not know if she should speak, nor how to say it.

"That's right, at least she should get a ten percent share... no, twenty percent," Lulu said, hesitating as if it were a difficult decision.

Qi Yu’s words put An Yun Yingzi at ease, but in truth, Qi Yu had woken up long ago; seeing her asleep with drool running down her face, he had abandoned the idea of waking her.

After learning the news, Liu Zhi pondered for a moment. It seemed he had to settle for the second best: "We must find someone who can defeat Yin Tianye. Perhaps someone whose martial arts exceed those of Xuan Jinsha can contend with Tu Xuanzhong. With my strategy, we might just have a chance."

With a massive crashing sound, the artillery fired for the first time, miraculously and accurately striking the target. The two-meter-thick wooden wall was shattered; though it didn't penetrate, the internal structure was completely destroyed.

The strength he displayed was too formidable, completely overshadowing Zhuo Yifan, who had considered himself a genius.

In just one morning, Leng Yunfeng had undergone a earth-shattering transformation, both in his inner ideology and his physical body.

Seeing this, Li Xiuyuan curled his lips upward. Fortunately, he had the Dragon-Subduing treasure; otherwise, if he had truly been restrained, it might have been a bit troublesome.

According to the memories in the mind of the Sin Archbishop of Sloth, the goal was... to offer brilliant blood flowers to the great and sacred trial, but the true intention was to reduce the forces hindering him by creating chaos, riots, and war.

Qiye looked at Caitlyn, who had been swept away by Sun Wukong’s staff, and seeing the blood drifting in the air, his heart tightened. Without a word, he rushed up to embrace her.

The next day, Hu Zuoren bid farewell to Zhang Shan and left his private phone number, saying that if there were an opportunity in the future, he would definitely want to collaborate with Zhang Shan.

"Then what do you mean by using other people's time?" Najenda asked, looking at Yue.