Chapter 160: Sleeping Together, That Works Out Perfectly

Yuan Xiangdie felt a slight pang of guilt at the thought, yet Julie was quite pleased to witness these transformations in her.

Thinking back to the utterly decadent state she was in when she first entered that place, and contrasting it with the person she had become within less than two years of leaving it.

Julie looked upon such a transformation with great optimism and profound satisfaction, gradually coming to accept Jin Yuan as well.

What she still found unacceptable, however, was the agreement between the two of them. As far as she knew, Jin Yuan had consistently held onto that document, seemingly locking it away in a safe with intentions unknown.

Right on schedule, both of them appeared downstairs at the company...

Feng Siqian cracked the window open just a sliver, and the howling wind and snow poured in. My vision seemed blocked by something, and I tried to brush it away, but missed slightly. At that moment, he suddenly reached out, his fingertips hovering a centimeter away, gently plucking a red plum petal that clung to my eyelashes.

There was another detail: Namikaze Minato's lover, Uzumaki Miyuki, was Konoha's Nine-Tails Jinchuriki. It was rumored that Namikaze Minato had also learned the Uzumaki clan's sealing techniques, successfully helping Uzumaki Miyuki suppress her rampages on multiple occasions.

Uzumaki Naruto had always wanted to spar with Uzumaki Cangna and Hyuga Neji to see just how vast the gap was between himself and them.

Once Orochimaru became the Hokage, Danzo would practically have to count on his fingers to figure out when he could ever become the Fifth Hokage.

Both of them were Nascent Soul cultivators out in the world. Zhou Lu practiced the arts of vitality and restoration, making Nirvana a very fitting path for her, as she had grasped the true meaning of finding life amidst death.

He had intentionally searched for the plain-robed man who spoke just moments before, but could no longer find him, presuming he had already departed in advance for that Cry-Crow Mountain.

Taking all factors into account, these weapons and ammunition could roughly equip a force of about 30,000 to 40,000 troops, meeting their combat requirements to a certain extent. However, the actual number of equipped personnel would still be influenced by various factors such as combat missions, tactical arrangements, and personnel proficiency.

Goodness gracious! Were these people really this wealthy? A quick search revealed that every single one of them carried a gold medallion! Furthermore, each possessed a single ingot of gold, weighing approximately twenty taels or so.

Seeing her approach, Mo Jin initially harbored the urge to reprimand her, but considering the multitude of people present at the Jasper Pool, he swallowed the words back down.

The Demon Emperor tried to dodge, but slowed a beat under the influence of the majestic dragon might, resulting in a terrifying bloody hole being drilled through its scales by the dragon claws, exposing its internal organs.

Tang Le had barely returned to life when she experienced the thrilling sensation of brushing shoulders with death; the agony of the talisman stripping away the lingering resentment still filled her with lingering fear.

Luo Yun knew this was likely the original owner's emotions acting up, but this sensation of being unable to control one's own body was truly wretched. Only after taking a deep breath did she return to normal.

Beneath the dim oil lamp, the young woman's clear and bright eyes reflected sparkling pinpricks of light. Her features were gentle and beautiful, making him yearn to draw closer.

"There are no clues whatsoever. After fleeing to Changhe Prefecture, Yang Xueshan vanished into thin air without leaving a single trace," Zhang Boya believed this explanation, then shook his head and said.

Seeing that Zhang Ning was willing to stay for vegetarian meal, Monk Qingneng was instantly overjoyed. He hurriedly went off to prepare the meal, and before long, the vegetarian dishes were cooked and brought up by Monk Qingneng himself.

Looking at this scene, Zhuyu felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity; it seemed precisely because of this that she had fallen in love with him at first sight, finding him unforgettable ever since. Thinking back on it now, it truly felt rather ironic—she had given no thought to anything else, simply thinking that since he had saved her, she wished to offer him her hand in marriage.

"No, no, no," Subei Yuan hurriedly waved her hands and said, "I was just wondering why someone as exceptional as you would come here to be an assistant?" Besides, she remembered that Lin Yuhan's third uncle was the true head of the Flying Rain Group; now that her third uncle was away, these responsibilities should rightfully belong to her.

Before going to sleep last night, she had chatted with Shasha for a while and learned that all her styling had been arranged by Lin Yuhan; otherwise, she probably would have maintained that gloomy and dark aesthetic for the rest of her life.

Standing nearby, Zhang Hu raised his brows slightly, yet merely stepped aside to let the former brush past him.