Volume 1, Chapter 64: Are the Two of Them Going to Have Little Ones?

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Ye Qiaoqiao nodded, highly satisfied with the promise hidden within this sweet nothing. Fu Juechuan's words were always reliable; he either didn't make promises, or he carried them out without fail.

"From this perspective, the Zheng family can hardly be considered compatriots abroad anymore. Since they are foreigners, let's treat them with the attitude reserved for foreigners. Come, let's make some investments and lure a few Hong Kong businessmen to invest in the mainland."

Currently, much of Hong Kong's land was just beginning to develop. If one didn't scramble for land now, when would they?

What Fu Juechuan cared about was investing in the domestic market.

He raised no objections. Accompanied by Ye Qiaoqiao, he first established a company in Hong Kong, arranged for the staff, and immediately set out to secure various collaborations.

These collaborations...

Of course, the battlefield at this moment was swarming with millions of mutated insects. Logically speaking, the appearance of yet another massive wave of mutated insects was hardly surprising.

Therefore, he needed to effect a change. With Qin An's assistance, the national strength was gradually growing stronger, but the military alone remained unchanged.

Perhaps it was a new event point released by the system after the natural disaster. True to its name, it was presumably a place where one could gather mushrooms.

Ying Wuyuan was not a fool; he knew he had been enveloped by the demonic artifact and that his sensory perceptions were entirely illusory. Therefore, his counterattack took the form of such a tremendously draining and immensely powerful technique.

If that day truly arrived and I still could not freely control the superpower dormant within my body, I would undoubtedly be doomed. The golden mark on my chest—the Dark Human race would recognize its significance at a glance. How could they possibly spare a Mysterious Clan lord capable of threatening their rule?

Upon hearing this, Qi Wan realized that the other party had some understanding of City A, which was indeed quite a distance from their location.

The warmth provided by the two types of clothing was comparable, but the garments made of silk had the advantage of being lightweight and thin. Every villager had two sets. In addition, Fang Wan was rushing to produce a new type of garment: "sweaters," thanks entirely to the clothing blueprints provided by Zhang He.

One must know that those capable of penetrating 100,000 kilometers deep into the cosmic barrier to reach the ancient cosmic path could hardly be considered mortals.

The enemies tonight arrived with aggressive momentum. Without needing Jiang Yuan's command, the two demons immediately engaged in combat. The summoner summoned a Demonic Eye Beast. Looking at it now, it felt somewhat nostalgic—former enemies had now become teammates. Jiang Yuan briefly explained the situation to the two of them and then joined the fray.

Of course, apologizing to Zhao Zilong was merely a step in his plan. The apology was fake; provoking Zhao Zilong was the real objective.

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"And me!" The Flood Dragon King leaped out from the ranks of the Demonic Realm army, drew the shark-tooth long saber in his hand, and cast a cold gaze at the enemy he had yearned to kill for a thousand years.

During these days, everything felt the same as the past. Almost no one visited the posthouse, and Duan Ye couldn't be bothered to stroll through the streets anymore, because he had already seen everything worth seeing, and going again held no further meaning.

Bai Li's fingers trembled slightly as they touched the peach blossom petal, causing it to drift away into the distance on the wind. Bai Li lowered his gaze, casting just one glance before refusing to look at the wind-swept petal again.

"Don't think of me as so delicate and pampered. Actually, some high-end restaurants might not be as clean as your home. It's settled then, we'll talk later." Whether Yun Yunyao did it intentionally or not, she gave Fan Xia no chance to respond and decisively hung up the phone.

Standing in the lead was a man in his thirties wearing yellow long robes with ordinary facial features; trailing behind him was a middle-aged man clad in white robes with hair intertwined in black and white.

Subsequently, this Deity King Jinjia spoke endlessly to Yuyang about the marvelous uses of the internal organs, teeth, and bones of the divine dragon. Naturally, this left Yuyang listening in rapturous amazement and wild elation.

"Bang!" Yang Jian and I unleashed our final punches, both of us blasted back dozens of meters. The first clash ended in a complete stalemate.

Zhao Zilong was shivering violently in the biting cold wind. At that moment, he only wanted to return to the warmth of his bed; how could he possibly have any desire to entangle himself with He Yunshi.

"That's more like it. Sister Rou, it's your turn. State whatever demands you have without holding back." Xu Ruolan turned around and cast a meaningful glance at Yin Qingrou.

Days later, the forest suddenly plunged into absolute stillness; even the rustling sound of leaves vanished, as if every tree were terrified of some terrifying entity.

"Can you give me some time to consider? Rest assured, I will definitely not act rashly during this period. I swear upon my life!" Shi Kui offered.

The member who had been called out—namely Bei Liu—saw his expression suddenly stiffen and contort into an ugly grimace. In his view, executing such a mission was tantamount to marching to his death. Although his stealth abilities were quite formidable, the disparity in raw strength was simply too vast. What good was superior stealth when facing such a gap?

After numerous twists and turns, she finally managed to obtain Iris's contact information. Enduring the pointed fingers and gossip of her colleagues, she swallowed all her humiliation and walked out of the Ou Corporation.

Since the stone giant was immune to electrical shocks, Yaya's attacks lost their effectiveness. Figuring out how to restrain such a massive beast became the primary problem.

"Sit wherever you'd like, Brother Cui. Don't stand on ceremony; there's wine in the cabinet, help yourself to whatever you prefer!" Xu Yang said.

When he had been shouting and roaring at Wulin earlier, he hadn't missed the security guard speaking into a walkie-talkie. The problem was that the guard was speaking in a local dialect, which he could not understand. Just moments before, Hu Yiyan, Han Ting, and the middle-aged security guard had all conversed and snapped at each other entirely in dialect.

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Shisui instinctively executed the Body Flicker Technique, putting some distance between himself and Orochimaru, only to realize a moment later that he was drenched in cold sweat.

This served as a timely reminder to everyone. They had all subconsciously assumed this was the entrance and naturally expected to enter through here, completely overlooking the situation at the opposite end of the corridor.

Just as Sun Yan was left in a state of wind-blown disarray, the system's voice chimed in once more, instantly capturing his attention.

He mused that the whole affair regarding Feng Chunliu must have blown out of proportion, casting him in the role of a modern-day Chen Shimei. Otherwise, why else would Dr. Ding treat him with such exceptional coldness, even directly refusing his favorite candied water chestnuts?

Upon hearing this, several first-rate military generals' eyes lit up instantly. They handed command of their troops over to their respective lieutenant officers and instead joined forces to encircle and suppress Du Fuwei.

Thus, hunching his back and pedaling his bicycle, he began a new round of wearing down his old classmate. Skipping meals and failing to sleep well, he went for two consecutive days, and on the third day, he finally collapsed from exhaustion.

The hundred-odd residents of the entire courtyard stood dumbfounded in unison, while the younger generation wore expressions of wild ecstasy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was merely a probationary demon-slaying envoy within the Demon Suppression司, the lowest rank among slaying envoys.

After all, having been transmigrated directly into this world at the tender age of thirteen, without her native companion magical beast—with whom she had grown up side-by-side—by her side, her sense of panic was undoubtedly far greater than that of ordinary transmigrators.

These words were spoken with genuine sincerity. The neighbors applauded one after another, and some were even moved to tears.

Although Zhang Jianqi did not die inside the school, the institution still took full responsibility for arranging everything for his parents.

Dan Jia nodded, raised his head to gaze upon Jinglian's ugly visage, and smiled as he asked, "Does the Bodhisattva wish to meddle in this?"

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