Volume One, Chapter 49: He Just Stared at Her Like That

“I don’t know.”
Meng Huaijin’s face remained expressionless, his voice calm.
Meng Chuan was about to say more, but the call was abruptly ended.

Shu Wan had spent the entire day familiarizing herself with the work process. Just after finishing her shift and returning to Zhou Ze’s place, she received a call from Lan Lan.
Though she had been scouted since her sophomore year and entered the entertainment industry, she never neglected her studies.

The only person who judged the stir-fried greens was him; if he found them unpalatable, then Lin Tian was doomed to lose.
Lan Xinyu was stunned for a moment before realizing what was happening. Looking at her father, Lan Zheng, seated at the table, she hesitated briefly before stepping forward to gently take the wine jug from Ye Wushuang’s hand.

“However, this Wu Tian’s cultivation is profound; no one in our Great Wu Kingdom can resist him. How can we eliminate him?” the king shook his head.
“Lie down properly, I am here!” The Dragon King, having shed his robe, tossed back his long wavy hair. His fiery red lips curled into a seductive smile, and his large eyes shimmered like rippling water, utterly enchanting.

Han Xiao nodded, knowing the role of the black market even better than Yue Yuxuan. In his previous life as a tomb raider, treasures unearthed from tombs naturally could not be sold through legitimate channels.

The difference between an ellipsoid and an ellipsoid phantom is that the former has a physical form, while the latter is merely a spectral image.

The Purple Emperor roared furiously; a streak of violet heavenly law burst forth from his brow, transforming into a purple divine sword that pierced toward Ye Wushuang.

Several spectators who disobeyed orders and insisted on fighting were pursued and impaled to death by the icy blasts of the Frost Sea Association.

They all bore Lin Mu’s aura; even if Lin Mu said nothing, they knew these were their comrades.

In an instant, Lin Fei felt immense pressure, though it was not dangerous for him.

The medicine Ning Wei had sent was still lying on the coffee table in the living room. His brows furrowed deeply. Some people, no matter what, you just want to put them in their place.

Thus, the lunch ended in a warm and harmonious atmosphere, the few of them resembling a family.

I was too lazy to argue with him, turned and ran outside. The neighbors watching the commotion quickly dispersed.

Ling Xiquan’s heart leapt; instinctively, she thought she was hallucinating. She closed her eyes briefly, then looked up again. Those amber eyes were clear and detached—cold and indifferent, devoid of any superfluous emotion.

It is said that only masters with a Ming Qi level of three or above can enter the Yellow Division; those with an An Qi level of three or above can enter the Mysterious Division; those with a Hua Qi level of three or above can enter the Earth Division. True masters of the Heaven and Earth Division are all Gang Qi experts. Such power is enough to strike fear into any family or faction.

As she pondered this, a sudden noise came from ahead, prompting her to look forward instinctively.

This seven-day intensive training was designed not only to strengthen the military qualities of people like Charles and Bai Tanhua but also to assess their character and conduct. Anyone found lacking would be immediately removed.

Guan Juer decided to keep this matter to herself and not mention it at the company, though she couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Song Ke shot Zhao Zihan a glance, then jumped onto the white BMW police motorcycle. Charles shrugged at Zhao Zihan before sitting on the back seat, his hands naturally wrapping around her waist. His movements were practiced and steady—skills not gained overnight.

“Shut up,” Andy said, retreating while keeping an eye on the anomaly. He continued back into the elevator, finally plopping down on his suitcase, panting heavily.

Song Hao waved his hand dismissively. At this moment, he had no desire to see Fang Zicheng’s face—it was simply too disgusting.

Among them was a towering purple-haired middle-aged man, several dozen feet tall, seated on a purple-gold throne, his gaze cold and indifferent beyond measure.