Volume One, Chapter 137: Dragon’s Lair or Tiger’s Den? Sorry, This Is My Stage!

To be honest, none of us could have anticipated the agenda of this meeting. President Jin kicked things off with such a bombshell that it completely stunned everyone present.

Tang Luofan curved the corner of his lips into a smile, lowering his head to take a bite. The warm pastry melted softly the moment it entered his mouth, releasing a cascade of rich and diverse fragrances. It was the first time he had ever tasted anything so extraordinary.

While Wang Luojie was still calculating whether the time was right to play his trump card Leng Xiao, Yi Shui had already strode up to the stage on Li Han’s side.

"I have nothing to do at home anyway, how could I not have free time?" Mother Liu was initially talking about her son's affairs, but when Shen Yuanyao asked, she smoothly shifted the topic.

Therefore, after taking a bath, he still put his stinky clothes back on. More importantly, his clay had to be properly preserved.

Jiang Lin shrugged, acting as if ten tons of gold were indeed worth a fortune, though figuring out how to offload such a massive amount of gold remained a problem.

The zombies did not stop because of the death of their companions; in their eyes, so-called "companions" were merely inedible objects.

Having received Shen Yuanyao’s reply, how could Liu Anyi linger? He excitedly walked toward the main hall. He wanted to finish his meal quickly so he could go deliver the medicine, but he overestimated his injured hand, and his eating speed was much slower than usual.

"Will these supernatural beings harm ordinary people?" Peng Liyao was now filled with anxiety regarding the safety of Huang Jian and the others. If they posed a threat, it seemed they would need to step in and help.

Zhou Junhai had no idea where such a fierce anger had suddenly come from. He slammed hard on the accelerator, pushing the vehicle faster and faster.

To put it simply, Xiong Qi needed to devise a despicable, shameless, yet highly effective method to provoke the perpetually horny Japanese, flooding their minds with overflowing rage and hot-blooded impulse, transforming them one and by one into bona fide "hot-blooded youths."

Changning suddenly thought of her companions from the Dharma Sect, as well as those within Lianyun Mountain, and even her kind across the entire mortal realm and the underground city, a wave of terror surging through her heart.

The middle-aged man nodded upon hearing this. "Understood, awaiting your good news." With that, he disconnected the link with President Amer.

However—none of this was the main point. The crucial point was, wasn't this an opportunity?

Yet its wing was still grazed. After barely managing to regain equilibrium, Mu La Flaga, an insider who knew the truth, tried to contact the [Archangel], only to find that nothing came through except static noise. Evidently, the intensity of the Neutron Jammer was simply too overwhelming.

As soon as she stepped into the courtyard, a chubby white shadow lunged toward Jinqing. Like a heavy bomb, it knocked Jinqing flat onto the ground, crouching on her chest and meowing softly.

"There is an emerging faction among the demon race called the Realm Domain, whose domain master is named Ning Jing. They are suspected to be connected to the missing spirit mirror of the Haoyang Sect. Go and investigate immediately." The letter was very brief. After reading it, Changning felt a sense of inexplicable confusion.

Zhang Yi first accepted a crimson pill from Fairy Luoxia, placed it into Rong Xuan's mouth, and then channeled his internal energy to help her refine it.

With the abilities of the Horned Chi, reaching that place naturally was exceedingly effortless. Moreover, it had been there more than once; otherwise, how could it know the way so clearly?

When Changning turned back and saw his expression, she found it immensely amusing and stood there, chuckling nonstop.

Nian Chuxia waved her hand to indicate it didn't matter. Her own mood was terrible right now; if anything truly happened to Ye Xiaomei, she probably wouldn't be able to escape the blame either.

Walking outside, Chen Shi pulled a cigarette from his bag, lit it up, and gazed at the brightly lit city, suddenly feeling an overwhelming sense of loneliness.

In truth, the boy also appeared somewhat terrified of the gun. Shocked by his own actions, he stared blankly at Nan Liuchuan, his feet trembling uncontrollably.

What on earth was going on? An Youran felt faint beads of sweat seeping from her forehead. Why was there a stranger in Su Chen’s room? Why did they address Su Chen as Young Master? More importantly, what on earth were they plotting? An Youran felt her mind spinning with a chaotic tangle of unanswered questions.

To appear unpretentious, he did not take the seat of honor either, choosing instead to sit directly opposite Xiao Ran. A constant smile graced his face, making him appear exceptionally approachable.

Before Cangying could even react, he was instantly slashed by the pure-colored blade light, causing the true body of the Realm Lord to stiffen and tremble violently.

During lunch hour, after pondering over a few matters, he hurried to the restroom, splashed cold water on his face, and told himself, "Since things have reached this point, it's time to bring it all to an end."

Liu Mu summoned Baoqin and wrote a letter, instructing her to arrange for someone to send it back to Jiangnan with the fleet. He ordered Dugu Xiuluo to bring his fleet over and apprehend all Arab merchants across the entire Tang Empire, under a single pretext: their country had attacked a Tang merchant fleet in the Red Sea, making them enemies of the state.

As it turned out, the topmost sheet of paper was exceptionally thin, barely registering any weight at all when held in the hand.

Xu You bowed in gratitude. After the initial shock subsided, his mind regained its equilibrium. Regardless of Zhang Zihua's underlying motives, securing an official rank at last offered a glimmer of hope to continue climbing upward.

Recalling his experiences over the recent period, Yuan Chengfei increasingly felt that Yang Bo was truly sinister. Yang Bo claimed he wanted to cooperate with him, but was Yang Bo someone who could actually be trusted to follow through?

This strand of black Qi carried no auxiliary attributes whatsoever; it looked like nothing more than a puff of black smoke. Yet, Leng Meiying’s brows knitted tighter and tighter.

Meanwhile, the feather in Yan Mi's hand was tracing up Song Anran's delicate foot, advancing along her long, slender leg.

Furthermore, two types of immortal Qi that had no business coexisting had actually fused together, making this world appear even more vibrant and full of life. Seeing this, Wu Yue felt a stir in his heart and immediately looked back.