Chapter 72: Romance Requires Caution (3)

For some inexplicable reason, the moment she laid eyes on Wang He, she felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity.

Wang He seemed to share this exact feeling.

Shortly after, she discovered that every single habit, every gesture, and every hobby of Wang He's was identical to her own!

Wang He had a proper job, earning an annual salary of over a million.

On the second day of their acquaintance, Wang He showed her his bank balance.

When Li Mei saw the figures inside, alongside her astonishment,

"What is going on here?" Qin Junxi was filled with deep confusion upon seeing those people, yet he still walked over.

In the dead of night, tears glistened in the old woman's eyes, crystal-clear, revealing sorrow and disappointment. Such tears had flashed through Qian Yu's memories time and time again, but trying to unearth them anew now proved surprisingly difficult.

Although White Tiger deeply wished for such a dazzling scene to manifest, he knew well that his own flames lacked that kind of temperature. So, where on earth had everyone gone?

Yoga Amba lived a life of great simplicity, yet in his youth, he had also experienced luxury. Experiences of poverty and wealth were trials that spiritual practitioners needed to undergo. As for what insights one might accumulate after such trials, it varied from person to person. Yoga Amba had gone from wealth to poverty; it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Caitlin glanced at Gudon. Although she remained silent, a faint ripple stirred within her heart. She slipped the MP3 player into her pocket, lost in thought as she pondered who knows what.

Having said this, Qin Junxi averted his gaze from Inuyasha, turned around, and walked over to a chair on the side to sit down.

After all, with the advantage in rank and operation, winning was not entirely unexpected—it was merely harder than anticipated.

An invisible force resonated through the void without warning, and a roar echoed in Bai Shusheng's mind, as if he had been struck by lightning. His entire body trembled violently, and the spear in his hand ended up thrusting astray.

Shaking his head, Lu Yu took his seat. Time slipped away quietly until the airplane finally arrived at its destination.

Liu Tuo executed his strike with decisive ruthlessness, a murderous gleam flashing across his eyes as he materialized a Gudong stone from his coiling dragon ring.

The soul-binding ribbon glowed with an eerie red light, eliciting a painful roar from the old male ghost as he rapidly stumbled backward, knocking over several coffin lids. The surrounding ghosts shrieked in constant terror; through their demonic instincts, they sensed that this crimson ribbon would inflict catastrophic harm upon them.

"Brother Peng is back!" Gazing at the mechanical giant before him, Dong Xie let out a long sigh of relief. The team had already lost one member. He did not wish to see any further mishaps befall the others.

Muchun, Yu Shichang, Cui Hu, Qu Bo, and others grew furious, reaching for their sabers to execute him, while military advisors Kong Ying and Meng Chang stepped forward to hold them back with all their might.

"Metal?" Looking at her own metal, Xia Huanhuan could not help but freeze slightly. At that moment, Janus immediately nodded, looking back at Xia Huanhuan.

Zhou Qi felt a ringing in his ears, followed by a wave of intense dizziness as his vision suddenly plunged into total darkness. His footing turned buoyant and weightless, as if he had drifted into the void of the universe and entered a vacuum state.

Even though it was a low-tier demon bloodline, based on the market price, he estimated it could fetch at least 4,500 points.

"Where is the news?!" Li Youlin squeezed the words out from between his teeth, his expression dark and gloomy to the extreme.

After finishing the late-night snack, Shen Jiarui took charge of cleaning up the table. He cleared the used bowls and chopsticks into the sink and ran water over them so it would be easier for Auntie Song to clean up the next day.

Judging by her appearance, her constitution seemed exceptionally frail, and she would occasionally lower her head to give a soft cough. Yet, her posture was remarkably poised, and her figure appeared exceptionally graceful.

All around him, nearly three hundred heavily armed marines had assumed their positions, evenly distributed across the street corners and rooftops surrounding the supermarket. Snipers and assault rifles, utilizing vehicle-barricaded streets, formed an airtight fire network.