Don't be angry, little financial backer

At this moment, the person outside the door had already walked in, turning out to be the burly, middle-aged man Nangong Shan, the head of the [Destruction] Department.

As for long-distance running training, Mu Yuesheng felt no aversion to it, but neither did she hold any anticipation.

Nowadays, the Penglai fairy herbs flourished with lush greenery and heavy fruits, while spiritual insects, birds, and beasts brimmed with celestial radiance. Failing to find my senior brother anywhere, I dug up a jar of fine wine from beneath Wuliang Cliff, flew into mid-air, and leaned between the heaven and earth of Penglai to drink wine and pass the time.

Teacher He was referring to the room where they slept. Because of the traditional kang bed, the space was extremely cramped, making it utterly impossible to cook any meals.

Afterwards, Luo Chen watched Brother Dali talking eloquently in front of the audience, then chuckled and turned off the livestream recording. Brother Dali certainly knew how to play the crowd; no wonder he was able to retain such a massive fan base.

The mist mirror lasted for less than half a second before shattering with a boom, dissolving into wisps of drifting white vapor.

The papermaking farmer charged head-on into the hundreds of black poisonous scorpions that crawled like ocean waves. With a majestic thrust of his spear, he plunged into fierce combat.

This unkempt man wore an amiable expression, yet his eyes were as sharp as blades. Perhaps due to the unexpected reunion with an old comrade, his expression and proactive enthusiasm matched Zhao Haipeng's entirely.

He had always strived to live up to Chen Ji's trust in him and that annual salary of 350,000; it went without saying what Zheng Huafang meant to Daying Network.

"Don't be afraid, just stay here in peace, and I will surely protect you," he promised, closing the door as he left.

In fact, Ted could not even feel any attachment to ordinary life; his mind was entirely consumed by an uncontrollable obsession with death and destruction.

Xu Yuan hugged her chest, gasping softly as she climbed the back stairs back to her second-floor room. She closed the door and leaned against the panel, steadying her breathing.

"Go over there!" Shui Tianlan glanced at Die Ling, and they hurriedly ran toward the last remaining beast.

Wei Xiu, favored by Qin Wan, became one of the officials for encouraging agriculture, fulfilling his wish to do practical deeds for the common people. Meanwhile, Cui Jun, equally renowned, wracked his brains trying every possible connection to secure a post as a household-checking official—a position everyone avoided like the plague.

Ji Yunan gave a light cough, his handsome face flushing a bright red as he remained silently brooding, his five fingers clenching gently.

"Since that is the case, Brother Zhan and I will take our leave as well!" Feng Liyuan looked at the three maidens and cupped his fists in salute.

Of course, this was merely her hope; she would not state it outright. Whether it would succeed or not still depended on fate.

"You mean the poison is fake, and the manual is with you?" Zhu Jiuzhen's face lit up with joy as she pressed her body tightly against Chen Mo's arm and asked.

The man remained expressionless, ignoring her entirely. Without a shred of gentleness, he pushed her arm away, grew impatient, and with a single forceful tug, tore open all three buttons.

Precisely because of this, Zuo Zongnan ultimately won the respect of foreign special forces instructors like Jack.

Meng Qinglin then led them inward. Upon entering the villa, Shen Zhiqui wore a listless look, her face still plastered with a sardonic, insincere smile.

Shedding skin once every five hundred years naturally did not take place inside the jade cocoon; when the time came, the person within would strip off the jade cocoon on their own, shed their skin, put the cocoon back on, and sink into slumber for the next five hundred years.

Song Nancheng drove Qin Sangruo back to the Qin family villa, where the living room had already been cleaned, leaving no trace of blood or signs of a struggle.

He walked around within the array, the thick black fog reducing to ash under the scorching flames of the black fire.

"So what? He's still a scumbag! If he were a real man, he should have come back and married you," the king said petulantly.

If she hadn't investigated beforehand, she would never have known that Linxia's new product launch would lag behind other shopping malls—this was a very serious problem.

A scattering of clothes was strewn across the floor, while the culprit, Chu Feng, continued undressing. His upper body was bare, revealing clearly defined, powerful muscle contours.

"As long as it keeps you from falling, who cares!" Lu Yanying lifted his chin, wearing the proud expression of a man glorying in holding his wife's arm.

With that, Bai Xiaosheng's figure suddenly multiplied into shadows like a ghost, dodging the ironmonger's punch while completely encircling him.

At this moment, the King of Zhenwu turned deathly pale, beads of sweat the size of peas instantly appearing on his forehead, his body trembling slightly.

Therefore, experts who had cultivated to the level of thirty must push their realm to that ultimate peak, which was currently the most terrifying "transcendence of heaven and earth" in the Three Realms.

Hearing this familiar voice, Yun Moting's body stiffened. He immediately turned his head toward the door, and upon catching sight of Xu Tian, he broke free from the middle-aged man's grip with all his might and ran swiftly toward Xu Tian.

Although the high-ranking Alpha suddenly lost control, thanks to Wen Xiran's remaining rationality, it did not trigger a spiritual resonance within the dormitory.

Nietian Ancestor said no more, only casting a cold, meaningful glance at Zheng Zhong before leading the group back toward the Eternal Wilderness.

After burning away the alienated and polluted peach forest, it wasn't long before Qi Xiu saw a colossal peach tree rising from the ground at the edge of the horizon, resembling a giant pillar supporting the heavens.

"To make this Ancient Buddha retreat? Impossible!" burning lamp slashed down with absolute finality. Burning lamp knew very well that if Peng and Peacock did not die today, they would become a major scourge in the future.

Behind Ye Qian lay the gloomy, profound night. The night was serene and thick, and his facial expression was concealed within the darkness, leaving only his chilling voice to drift across.

"Isn't this Agent Shi? What brings you sitting here?" Bai Lewei maintained her usual arrogant demeanor.

The demons of the Demon Legion looked as though they were drunk, swaying unsteadily in the sky, while the angels felt a profound sense of extreme disgust and terror welling up from the depths of their hearts.

Ye Qiu looked at Shen Yueru and suddenly smiled. When he gazed at her, Shen Yueru suspected that Ye Qiu might be harboring improper thoughts.

The architectural and decorative styles here were far more artistic than those of Fire Cloud Star. It seemed ancient art had not completely vanished here, giving Lin Shao the sensation of entering a major metropolis, though the various flying vehicles soaring through the sky reminded him that he was walking through a city in a sci-fi world.

Chen Jun paused, nodded, and said, "All right then, I'll be leaving." With that, Chen Jun turned and walked away, feeling somewhat surprised inwardly, as this was the first time Qin Yuqing had not allowed him to escort her inside her home.

Upon entering his room, Chen Jun simply tidied up a bit. The bed and desk were both very clean, showing that they were cleaned daily. Having finished cleaning, Chen Jun lay down on the bed and drifted off to sleep before he knew it.