Chapter 38: At Last, We Can Live Without Worry

A month was enough time for Shen Zhiyu to gradually structure this factory-wide event.

Perhaps they could even coordinate between several different factories.

After all, a National Day event certainly needed to be grand to make a stronger impression.

Shen Zhiyu spent the entire day writing, sketching, and making revisions.

Just as she was preparing to leave after work in the afternoon, Gao Ming appeared again.

Whenever she saw Gao Ming, Shen Zhiyu knew that nothing good was coming.

"Why can't we use the teleportation array? If our two families act together, the Yao family shouldn't dare to do anything, right?" Ying Kuang asked.

Nalan Hui'er trembled uncontrollably, bowing her head and kowtowing vigorously. The sound of her forehead striking the polished floor echoed with a dull thud.

"Sandezu, tell Hui'er to have those rice dishes sent by Master Xingchi prepared and brought over. I want to taste them with the six ministers!" Kangxi said, turning his head to look at Sandezu.

The old Black Tortoise's ice spiritual energy manifested around the pavilion, gradually forming countless buildings that stretched out endlessly. However, the lake was only so large; Zhang Fengyun and the old Black Tortoise were bound to be enveloped by it.

Zhang Fengyun noticed the anomaly immediately. Seeing Mixiao’s livid expression, he couldn't help but ask with suspicion.

At this moment, the arena suddenly fell silent, everyone quietly waiting for what was about to unfold.

The powerful figures guarding the checkpoint panicked instantly. They had never seen a planet capable of emitting sword energy, let alone one that was now hurtling toward them.

Treating waste stones as gems is just like using a chicken feather as a token of authority—it is utterly, hopelessly foolish.

Meng Ying did not answer, but instead got up and went to the kitchen to wash vegetables. Before long, the sound of chopping began, though the rhythm of the knife was quite uneven.

After a hasty wash, Chen He rushed out the door, driving his Bentley SUV at high speed toward the entrance of the Li family villa.

After all, the master had taught her with his whole heart, and the way he treated his patients—regardless of their background—unconsciously taught Miao'er many lessons.

They had only just started cooking when this friction arose; it was hard to say if they would be able to eat this meal on time today.

Li Xingze sometimes wondered, if the reporters and media knew that he was also the screenwriter, it would certainly be interesting.

Beyond its various magical abilities, the internal power also contained a void space, holding quite a bit of wealth as well as two secret manuals.

Sure enough, through his various schemes, only Ye Yongye remained as the sole surviving descendant of the Ye family's main line.

This garden was as sophisticated as any other, with mountains and water. The waterside pavilion, in particular, was the most elegant spot in the garden. However, the courtyard Zhang Wen was headed to was not the pavilion; they were not there for leisure or sightseeing, so they had no need for such refined tastes.

In fact, his mere presence on the battlefield was a performance in itself. It was like a strategic weapon; as long as it was positioned there, no one dared to barge in.

She had originally intended to tease Zuo Feibai, but in an instant, he had seized the initiative, leaving her completely at a disadvantage.

The bronze sphere had changed hands several times just now, and he had shown no intention of keeping it. Now that he was suddenly demanding it back, something must have happened.

Because I was so tense and gripped it so tightly, the glass cut my hand without me even noticing.

"That goes without saying. Do you know why the country initiated the Reform and Opening-up policy?" Jiang Ping asked.

At that moment, my great-great-grandfather had been sleeping, but hearing someone shouting outside, he got up from bed. Just as he finished dressing and stepped out of the inner room, my great-grandfather led the old man inside, and he hurried to introduce him.

With that violent impact, her body swayed fiercely, and the tree branch she was clutching snapped with a loud "crack."

There was no other choice but to read it. To think of a healthy, living person, young and with a limitless future, ultimately leaving behind nothing but this stack of paper—it was truly a tragedy.