Volume One, Chapter 87: Sudden Incident—A Pregnant Woman’s Suicide!

“If what you say is true, I can transfer the company to you right now!”
“At that point, my wife and I will work for you!”
“As long as we don’t starve, just pay the two of us like ordinary employees!” Deputy Director Wu said earnestly.
“That won’t be necessary…”
“You can draft the agreement now, then communicate with the lady, and once it’s confirmed, we can sign anytime!”
“My capital will also be injected, though the first batch is only one million, to hire professional streamers and voice actors!” Su Le said with a smile.
“Good, it’s settled. I’ll call my wife in a moment!”
“She shouldn’t object… After all, Ning Minmin helped her. If she still treats her coldly, it wouldn’t be right.”
When victory was finally secured, all those people sent messages, eager to add him as a friend.
Yet this technique has a unique feature: the stronger the martial artist, the faster their speed, and the better the effect.
Ji Han knew full well that in a team fight, the enemy most wanted to kill him, but after glancing at his own blue buff, he decisively chose to forget that notion and twisted his body as he cast his skills.
“Driven to desperation, the young master of the Golden Flood Dragon Sect suddenly surged in cultivation, returning to the eighth-turn Dao realm, and forcefully rebounded the powers of the Destiny Divine Path. You mongrel, I want you dead.”
As Luo Yao was sizing her up, Yun Xiyan was also quietly observing. Her clear eyes remained as indifferent as ever, but her heart was a tangled mix of emotions.

“It’s nothing! Just an insignificant item, because I’m going to retrieve it myself!” Ji Han smiled.
He pursed his lips, unmoved, not retreating but swaying left and right, as if centering on a single point, moving in a fan-shaped pattern.
A voice echoed from the empty factory. Kina, holding his long whip, stepped slowly out from behind the containers.
From the grave, battle-ready expression of the Flying Cloud Temple’s master, and his sweat-soaked, disheveled appearance, it was clear he was nearing his limits, desperately using every ounce of strength to resist Li Bin’s relentless, wave-like assaults that never ceased.
The plane landed at a remote construction site on the outskirts; the project was halted due to the investors’ unpaid wages, so the area was deserted—perfect for a helicopter to land and take off without attracting attention.
Li Bin’s proposal to form the Alliance of Victory was met with enthusiastic responses from many martial sects, including traditional major factions like the Beggar Sect, Shaolin, Emei, and Tang Clan.
Thus, Tianxing decided to leave five thousand newly recruited soldiers near Linzi, while the remaining twenty thousand would accompany me outside the city to face the Yellow Turban Army in a decisive battle,” Chen Mo declared with calm confidence.
The Vermilion Bird Ring is a holy artifact forged by the Vermilion Bird clan’s blood and earth fire, but in the end, the Nine-Colored Phoenix used it to seal the Vermilion Bird.
After a day and night of cultivation, Li Bin’s greatest realization was how the pure yin true energy refined from his pure yin dantian had become even more potent.
Ordinary members, upon learning of the tangible benefits they would receive in future games, grew excited and began encouraging friends to join the guild.
Of the four territories of Great Xia, aside from Lingnan which remained subdued and peaceful, the other three were engulfed in flames and chaos. Even Jiangnan was restless, with many plotting rebellion to overthrow Great Xia.
Most of Qingzhou had fallen, and as its governor, he led troops out, but always fled at the sight of the Yellow Turban Army, never daring to engage the densely packed enemy forces.
The Nine-Colored Phoenix’s seal was the Nine Palace Grand Array, which rendered the fire-using Vermilion Bird clan helpless. After a bit of study, Chen Mo found it vastly inferior to the Heavenly Dao seal. His body radiated nine attributes, each a hundred times more powerful than the Nine-Colored Phoenix’s, and each was anchored to a special array node.
Listening to Qin Yi’s explanation, the group recalled previous events; after a moment, their memories of the two earlier activations of the killing array matched his account almost perfectly. Only this possibility could trigger the killing array.
Lin’s expression was unusually solemn for a five-year-old, tender but serious and resolute.

“—Though I don’t understand why, I feel like I’ve been played.” Veins appeared on the princess’s alabaster forehead as she frowned and spoke.
Hu Bintian was startled by his wife’s words, but after a moment, a gratified smile appeared.
As a master in the Grand Completion stage, Xiao Tie instantly recognized the strange flame’s ability to extinguish even his own nascent soul. His face turned ashen in an instant—this was truly the end.
Yifan nodded and took a hefty swig. As expected, the fiery liquor eased his pain almost immediately. He exhaled a heavy breath of alcohol, and now he looked very much the seasoned drunkard.
These words were truly inciting. The experienced, well-traveled cultivators smiled quietly with composure, but those young disciples who had rarely ventured out and came with their elders to broaden their horizons were all wide-eyed with excitement.
Upon hearing this, Yuanshi snorted, “If that’s the case, then forgive me, Lady Bamboo Melody. Once I obtain the treasure, I shall personally apologize at Jade Peak Mountain.” With such a treasure at stake, how could Yuanshi not be tempted?
Ultimately, the key to this game is stuck in the north. The critical chess piece is Lu Zhao.
In the dappled light of the forest, faint rustlings came and went. Emperor Chengqing dismounted, tilting his ear to listen to the sounds within the woods.
Young Master Lin ground his teeth and lay down sleeplessly, tossing and turning through the night. Only at dawn did he drift off, plagued by chaotic dreams that left him feeling as if he’d been alternately soaked in water and plunged in boiling oil. When morning came, his complexion was worse, his body clammy and uncomfortable.
The coach and manager did not want to see players employing such extreme tactics on stage, but the audience did, and the barrage of supportive comments increased.
In the midst of conversation, Niu Gao, the host, watched the group eagerly. Goodness, they all knew each other so well, he could hardly get a word in.