Volume 1, Chapter 68: How Did Ye Qiaoqiao End Up Marrying Even Better?

Thank you, Boss Ye, Boss Fu.

From now on, we are all colleagues and family. There is no need to stand on ceremony. Everyone work hard, and the company will not treat you unfairly, Ye Qiaojiao said with a smile.

Yes! Su Hao nodded earnestly, feeling a sense of belonging to a company for the very first time.

The group set off, boarding a car to scout for a storefront on the liveliest street in Shenzhen at present.

The street was even busier than those in Huaicheng. Vendors selling goods were everywhere, and various shops were packed with crowds. It was easy to tell that most of them were peddlers stocking up on goods. These people intended to transport foreign goods from Shenzhen to other provinces and cities to resell them at a higher price.

Reselling for profit was prohibited, but despite repeated bans...

Master, Brother Ye Chen, is there any hope of practicing martial arts again? Seeing the solemn expression on Elder Yao's face, Jia'er's delicate and slightly furrowed brows twitched as she sensed something unusual. Her pink lips were lightly bitten by her white, pearl-like teeth.

Wuliang tremblingly picked up the gourd bottle, pressed his cracked lips against it, and gulped down a large amount. He probably drank a large bottle of it. In an instant, Wuliang's body became burning hot with surging genuine qi, temporarily preserving his life from slipping away.

Yun Qian was never cut out for playing politics. The calculations and tricks she used before were solely to protect Pei Jingran and Feng Ming, forced upon her by circumstances.

Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the lamp oil among the ambushers downstairs, Yan Liyou seized the opportunity to climb up the windowsill, pressed herself tightly against the outer wall of the inn, flipped over, and kicked open the window to Ye Lingxi's room, slipping inside.

He had rented two rooms in the center of the city for his short-term stay, made an appointment with the most famous doctor in town, and thoughtfully hired a carriage.

He is Mo Haoteng, you can call him Brother Mo. After finishing his game, Su Yaoxing was in a great mood and became quite enthusiastic.

Hey, you guys! Just as Lin Zongyan was about to lean in for a kiss, a familiar, deep male voice came from the stairs below them.

Old Lu, is there any news from Chen Cao? Guo Qianwen looked at Lu Tianming, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and dressed like a cultured businessman.

Hardships, twists and turns, suspicions, drawing closer... They had experienced far too much. Finally, they reached this day, standing before the red candles, hands tightly intertwined, swearing oaths of life and death.

Yun Qian no longer looked at A Lin, instead walking toward the peak of the mountain. Lin Yu glanced at Yun Qian without stopping her; now the paths leading down the mountain were completely sealed off, and one side of the mountain peak featured only a bottomless precipice, so there should be nothing to worry about.

I have a room to live in in the front courtyard. Why should I return to the Juying General Altar? The ugly girl curled her lips with her finger and said.

Bai Jianli could not be said to have any fondness for someone like Jueming, so he issued a polite dismissal, saying to him: Does the senior brother have anything else? The implication was: If you have no other business, please return.

Seeing the power of the gunpowder—hundreds of times greater than iron arrows—Chen Wu saw that almost no one was left standing within the city gate tunnel, and let out a loud roar as he charged in.

However, here, such a situation would not occur. Shaquille and Kobe were Sun Zhuo's teammates, Yao Ming was Sun Zhuo's teammate on the national team, Francis was Yao Ming's teammate and naturally would consider Yao Ming's feelings, and Duncan was a nice guy. Unless Garnett was qualified to do such a thing, he showed no fighting spirit whatsoever tonight.

From their cursing, one could tell that their thinking was still very clear. In other words, their sanity was normal, and at least they had not been driven mad by the torture of Lin Tianyou and Wu Lifu.

The deathly pale, aged man stood in a daze for a long time before color finally returned to his face. He hurriedly bowed to express his gratitude to Zhao Chuan.

Ma Rushuang meticulously settled Zhang the Butcher's family before returning to the commander's main tent to pay her respects to her father. The bearded, burly man wearing a bamboo hat had long since removed it, standing respectfully with his hands at his sides beside her father. He was actually Ma Maoxun's personal bodyguard, named Gao Ming.

Liu Yuecan was already physically weak, and after a night of mental and physical exhaustion, she had no strength left to struggle with him. She only managed a few feeble attempts, but alas, Dongfang Liang was a man of sturdy build and immense strength, so she could not break free at all and could only cry out in alarm for help.

Although both of them were peak Martial King figures, and one foot of theirs had even stepped into the Martial Emperor realm, the reason Juju Long was able to defeat Zhu Yan was...

More than a thousand years ago, this place was a market, and the ancients paved a long road with marble. To protect the historical site, this section of the road was covered with glass and designed as a suspended glass walkway.

When Su Shili was dragged out, he had long since been blackened like charcoal, and his clothes were full of holes due to the sea of fire and friction against the ground. Fortunately, his skin was thick, so being dragged like this did not leave even a single scratch on him.

This taste was very similar to the one Zhang Beichen had cooked before, but perhaps because it had gone cold, it somehow didn't quite taste the same.

Still that same desk and cabinet, with an ancient zither resting upon it, covered in a thick layer of dust as if it had not been played for a very long time.

At that exact moment, toward the entrance of the bar, another group of people rushed in. Each of them wore the crest of the Qin family on their chests, clearly indicating that they were people from the Qin family.

The bloody water receded, revealing a bare, bluish-gray physique suspended in the air, a form largely indistinguishable from modern-day orcs.

The truth was: Xia Canghai came and went without a trace. When Xu Erha awakened, he executed a tiger-shadowing phantom movement and simply vanished.

I grew increasingly panicked, glancing around to find a shelter to hide behind, but the surroundings were wide open, and the only place barely offering any cover was behind a stone sundial on the right side of the stairs. However, this sundial was not wide enough, and with so many of us, how could we possibly fit?

This is a good thing for Beichen. Just an illegitimate child, it won't be hard to give an account to the Li family. As long as Wan Ning is willing, we can just bring the child back then, said Zhang Luansong as he twirled the jade thumb ring on his thumb.

All the prophetic questions Garcia had previously asked revolved around the "God of Death" itself. He deduced that it was because the God of Death had already transcended the predictive knowledge system, making it impossible to obtain the desired prophetic information.

As for whether it had been done or not, she felt that was not something for her to meddle in, because asking about it exceeded her range of understanding, and even if she asked, she couldn't help Pei Yan make up his mind.

The gloom of many days was swept away in an instant, and she even forgot about jumping into the lake to commit suicide. She stepped forward, tugging at Bai Shaozi's arm, and smiled with narrowed eyes: "No, I won't, I won't. In this life, I will marry no one but you." Tang Tang's words were spoken with absolute certainty.

Jiang Haisheng actually hadn't finished eating, but he immediately put down his bowl and chopsticks, said "you're welcome," and stood up to leave.

In the evening, Mo Xingchen was also a bit tired. As soon as he lay on the bed and played on his phone for a short while, a wave of drowsiness washed over him.

From these two points, the intelligent brain level of the spider had far surpassed contemporary intelligent brains. Moving from a simulated type to a thinking type was a complete, qualitative leap. The cost was naturally extremely exorbitant. But now, when speed surpassed everything else, both technology and leaps forward became mere garbage.