Volume 1, Chapter 61: Is Someone Seducing Ye Qiaoqiao?

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Ye Qiaoqiao raised her glass to the Mr. Zhang in front of her, "Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Zhang."

Indeed, through Zhang Shun's words, she had acquired a wealth of desired information, allowing her to revise her investment plan accordingly and make the optimal adjustments.

Zhang Shun took a small sip of his drink and smiled at her with an inscrutable expression.

Suddenly, a waiter accidentally bumped into Ye Qiaoqiao, spilling a glass of wine all over her.

Ye Qiaoqiao felt an abrupt chill down her spine, and her eyes narrowed in vigilance.

"I'm so sorry, Miss, I really didn't mean to..." the waiter said tearfully, "May I... may I show you to a guest room to change into a new set of clothes?"

That was the only option left, but Ye Qiaoqiao glanced back toward the spot where Fu Juechuan was located...

Chang Xianggu felt that Wang Dong was a good person; he had even helped her shell lotus seed pods earlier. Moreover, her premier senior disciple didn't even have any junior martial brothers or sisters, which seemed like a slight flaw in perfection.

Emperor Ming and the others all fell silent, turning their gazes toward the scene simultaneously. Their expressions varied, though most of them were simply watching the spectacle.

"A Venerable-tier powerhouse?" Yu Hao thought to himself. The figure dropping from the sky just now proved that this powerhouse possessed at least Venerable-tier strength, and might even be at the Saint tier. This was not the Netherworld Prison; this was the Tongwu Continent, and Yu Hao was definitely no match for a Saint-tier powerhouse.

Whether it was Jiang Zhe or Sima Yi, both had reached their absolute limits, lacking even the strength to lift a finger.

Then, under Xun Yu's persistent urging, Cao Cao reluctantly summoned his strategists along with the three generals, Xiahou Dun, Xiahou Yuan, and Cao Ren.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The landlady burst in right behind them, bowing deeply in apology, "Guests, I tried my best to stop them." As she looked up slightly and caught sight of Qu Yong's naked body, her face instantly flushed red.

The fierce tiger crouches with its head lowered between its paws, letting out a roar that freezes the soul; it sweeps its tail and lashes its rear as the wind rises, leaping across mountain streams and shaking its mane to display its majestic might.

Upon entering, Du Qingshan busily helped him untie his outer robe, stood on tiptoe to remove his official headwear, and then bent down to take off his boots.

As the dragon-eagle soared overhead, it didn't seem to fly straight past; instead, it circled in the sky for a brief moment, seeing no one, only hearing voices.

By the third year of her marriage into the Min family, her dowry had been nearly depleted. Over the past few years, she had relied on ingratiating herself with Old Madame Chu, coaxing small amounts of silver from her to serve as her private funds. Otherwise, she wouldn't even have had the loose change to tip the servants in her daily life.

Haozi had once told me that campus thugs seizing control of territories was a necessary path to growing stronger sooner or later, so perhaps I would cross paths with it eventually. This time might just be my opportunity.

It seemed I began to realize that the dead fish eye genuinely possessed some special ability capable of drawing out the ghostly aura within my body and then devouring it.

A trace of faint surprise flashed across Mu Yi'han's eyes, yet he did not pull his hand away, merely casting his gaze toward her.

Once my sight was gone, my other senses became exceptionally sharp. I caught the scent of the mint shower gel on his body—a fragrance that should have felt comforting all around, but because that person was Li Yi, I couldn't relax at all. My nerves were strung as tight as a taut bowstring.

Under the premise that Angelo Bianchi remained completely unaffected, that "source" which had driven countless reporters to fury reappeared before everyone with a mocking smile.

This was the butler of Mubai's household. She must have known him from before, so claiming amnesia in this manner saved her from having to explain further.

Just as Zhuang Yi was wondering what to do, a sudden premonition struck him. A fierce and razor-sharp aura pierced directly toward his body from behind.

As he spoke, Tang Dajun's expression turned somewhat ferocious, as if he still hadn't let go of the time Lan Fei rejected him back then.

In the end, he left the toast and a cup of hot water infused with a warming spell on the coffee table, ensuring that his father's stomach could be comforted the moment he woke up, before quietly retreating to the door.

My methods might have been cruel, but they truly swept away some of the bad habits within the army and gave ordinary soldiers more dignity. From then on, this place was no longer Tianjie's sole domain, and that was the main reason they respected me.

However, she did not voice her own perspective, because her first impression of Meng Junmao had been extremely poor. Therefore, her current distrust of him was more or less influenced by that bad first impression, lacking objectivity.

Yes, what he did was meant to support Jing Yu, but in truth, it was also to cultivate his own faction and eliminate dissidents. Mu Xuefu had never believed that a politician's support was entirely driven by the desire for dragon-slaying merits; when it all came down to it, it was simply to secure greater power for himself in the future political arena.

The wood and lacquer were not the focus; such materials were actually quite common in religious sculptures. What remained eerie, however, was this integrated structure. In truth, I had rarely seen a temple arranged quite like this, where the central sculpture was set up in such a manner—how wonderfully ingenious!

The twilight afterglow spilled through the window gauze and tree shadows like moonlight pouring down. The room was exceedingly quiet, save for the soft sound of Mu Xuefu's shallow breathing in her sleep. Jing容 sat beside her, gazing at her quietly. His eyes carried a tender light as gentle as a sky full of stars, overflowing with boundless affection.

Liu Tianxiang didn't say much either, because he knew Shen Mengmeng's personality all too well. If he wanted to see Shen Mengmeng holding a bunch of roses with a blissful and intoxicated expression, he would have to wait; at the very least, that was impossible for now.

Although Daqiao and Xiaoqiao possessed an overwhelming aura of dominance, both strictly adhered to the Laws of Robotics: they would not proactively attack humans, but if their master's safety was threatened, they would protect her at all costs, even resorting to extreme actions to harm the enemy.

The conference room was in complete chaos. Daqiao suddenly stepped forward, hooking her left arm around Xia Tian's neck with a charming smile, while drawing her matching saber with her right hand and spinning it into a blur of silver. The blade emitted a shrill, piercing dragon-like hum as it cut through the air.

"Do you think I'll believe that? Don't think that just by changing your outfit and altering your voice to sound like a man, nobody would recognize you! You checked into this inn four days ago, and you didn't change into these clothes until three days ago," the burly man sneered.

Having served as an elder for so many years, it was the first time he had ever been treated this way. Without a second thought, he lashed out with a palm strike against the barrier.

Sitting in the chair all this time, Officer Li simply stared at the scenery outside. He truly had no idea what to do now. Was he dead and completely powerless to do anything?

Although feeling somewhat hesitant, Su Xing was the first to report this situation to everyone present. After all, that might be the only lingering hope of escaping this battlefield.

In his past life, a terrifying beast emperor had once emerged from the Myriad Beast Mountain, commanding countless mutated beasts. It had conquered cities and plundered territories all the way, destroying countless base cities and using countless human lives to forge a notorious reputation of terror.

Perhaps knowing that his time was running out, Nurhaci was desperate to fight the enemy emperor to the death. If he lost his life here, there would not be the slightest chance of resurrection, and Nurhaci refused to leave this world with regrets.

"Alright! Tell your boss that money is no issue, but the job must be done impeccably." Benedikt's eyes held a cold glint. He was not a temporary tourist who had just boarded tonight; he had boarded at the previous port several days ago.