It seems that you and Wen Yanli are truly a match made in heaven!

Song Mi could not even be bothered to move her lips; Wen Yanyan would make her demands soon enough anyway.

Before long, Wen Yanyan gave a little chuckle. "Oh? President Song doesn't even dare to speak to me now? What's the matter, could it be that you were frightened by what happened before?"

"Yet, looking at President Song, you hardly seem like someone so easily scared!"

Whether out of some motive...

At the mere mention of money, Qian Duoduo instinctively stepped back a few paces, her beautiful eyes scanning Lü Xuan up and down, back and forth several times over.

About six or seven miles outside the county seat of Shifa, there was a dense forest shrouded in mist year-round. This was the Purple Star Secret Realm, referred to by the locals as the Misty Forest.

When the shopkeeper placed the bank note along with the pawn ticket before her, she froze for a moment. Picking it up to take a closer look, she saw it was actually for four thousand taels of silver. Not forty taels? Four thousand taels?

Take the bottleneck of breaking through from the Xuanling Realm to the Xuanwang Realm, for instance; to him at present, it was practically non-existent, as fragile as a single layer of window paper.

Prince Jing glared at her with a sullen expression, sitting gloomily in his chair while his eyes kept wandering toward the doorway.

Legend has it that the Buddha was once preaching to his disciples on Vulture Peak, when Great Brahma Heavenly King presented a golden Udumbara flower as a sign of reverence. The Buddha held up the flower and displayed it to the assembly; none of the disciples understood the meaning except for Venerable Kasyapa, who broke into a smile. Thereupon, the Buddha joyfully announced, "I possess the Treasury of the Eye of True Dharma, the marvelous mind of Nirvana, the formless reality, and the subtle doorway of the Dharma, all of which I entrust to Mahakasyapa."

This came like a bolt from the blue. Yelü Dilu and the silver-plate emissary Xiao Wushi gasped aloud, while the surrounding Great Khitan soldiers were all struck dumb with astonishment, viewing him as a heavenly being.

Within the imperial capital, Wenxin walked and looked around. Presently, a bustling and noisy street filled with all sorts of shops appeared before her eyes, and she stepped into it.

"Huh? Gongsun Qingtian?" Hearing that familiar voice while retreating, Cui Shuangjiang was also startled, then came to a halt and said in surprise.

Only then did Li Jiang come to understand just how extraordinary Night Xiaotong's past truly was. What she carried on her shoulders might very well be the life-and-death mission and grand design of the entire Yinghuo plane.

Her body was growing increasingly sensitive to the cold, yet she herself seemed capable of enduring more and more. What the future held, Qin Mu really could not say.

Deep within the forbidden grounds of the imperial palace, an elderly, white-haired man slowly opened his eyes, let out a sigh, and vanished on the spot.

Furthermore, when that person came into contact with him, his dagger had given no warning. That fellow was either a ghost or An Nan himself.

Regrettably, that martial artist had envied Li Dongliu's possessions and tried to take advantage of the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, only to be heavily wounded by Li Dongliu instead. It was only because this person leaked such news right before his death that the subsequent scene occurred.

As time slipped away, that wave of drowsiness grew stronger and more irresistible. Even with the stimulating effect of the wind-oil balm, they ultimately failed to conquer their increasingly heavy eyelids and drifted off to sleep.

Deep inside the Crouching Dragon Secret Realm, in an exceptionally perilous region surrounded by precipitous cliffs and bottomless abysses on all four sides, stones dropped downward without producing the faintest echo.

Originally, the company's profits had been rising steadily, but due to an operational error by internal personnel some time ago, the firm had suffered massive losses. Consequently, the company's capital turnover had encountered certain difficulties during this period.

Wherever it passed, it swept away everything like withered weeds and decaying wood, shattering mountains and splitting rocks, kicking up dust that obscured half the world. Under its impact, the Primordial World was plunged into utter darkness, blocking out the sun as if facing the end of days.

Because the power and speed of the King's player shot had been weakened by the defensive barrier "Heart of Protection" of the Phoenix, the ball lost its original threatening nature by the time it struck the racket in front of Shishido Ryo.

Qin Mingzhu grew a guilty conscience and immediately reached out to wrap her arms around Qin Mu's, her voice and expression betraying her instantly.

Ever since Yuming raised his banner in Liaodong, the armored cavalry had been his trump-card force. In his campaigns over recent years, the most crucial battles were almost always decided by the armored cavalry turning the tide of heaven and earth. Their confidence stemmed not only from their battle record, but also from their weapons and armor.