Volume One, Chapter 47: My Qingqing

The Demon King figured that since Xiao Li had gained such high popularity within just a few days of streaming, he probably hadn't signed any agency contracts yet.

Cheng Yao thought to himself that Wang Yuting would likely be very happy with this. According to Lü Youqin's report, Wang Yuting had been extremely busy lately and showed great ambition, so it would be good to arrange some relaxing and casual work for her.

The moment the card was drawn, a white cat impatiently leaped out, hurtling forward with lightning speed to cling to Liu Ping's neck, burying its head in his shoulder while letting out muffled, sobbing whimpers.

Taking advantage of the momentary lapse in attention toward Ji Yiyi, just as they were on the verge of breaking through the encirclement, those people reacted and refocused, trapping the two of them heavily once again.

However, could the sound of clashing weapons evoke any reaction from Shen Yunshu? If so, it would mean that he had likely retained his memories of the days when he served as a general all along.

The rapid changes over the past few months had left her struggling to keep up. Before she even realized it, she now owned her own villa in Shanghai.

More than four months had passed, and Li Yanbai still had no presence in her and Han Yu's lives. It seemed they truly would never meet again.

She was grateful that later on, seeing Nanny Zheng growing older, she could not bear to have her continue serving by her side and thus allowed her to return to her estate to live out her remaining years in comfort.

Lin Shanghan's long-suppressed tears could finally be held back no longer. Two bitter streams of tears poured from her reddened eye sockets, and emotions buried deep within rushed forth like a tidal wave alongside the weeping. Drop by drop, her tears fell upon Li Linxi's soft hair, dissolving into Li Linxi's characteristic, faint fragrance.

Having broken through to the Seventh Realm, Chen Changsheng and Hao Yun naturally did not grow arrogant. However, given that Dean Tang was also in the Seventh Realm, the two of them did not exert themselves with the same intensity as before.

After all, it was shooting practice; the sharp, cracking noises were still far too stimulating for a child. Besides, once she went there, who would be left to take care of the baby?

Because Yun Dan was the person who understood Yun Xi best, the fact that even she did not deny it meant that Jiang Yinghong was undoubtedly Yun Xi.

After seeing off Gu Jianchou, the lavish grand banquet of the Golden Luo Palace officially commenced. Countless delicacies from the mountains and seas were served. Ye Feifan sat at the very first seat of the chief guests, becoming the target of everyone eager to offer toasts and curry favor.

Hearing this, Tang Ning nodded and said nothing more. Seeing that the World Tree was not growing at the explosive rate she had imagined, she suppressed her curiosity and stepped out of the system space.

Hospice could not understand why anyone would risk their Dark Genesis JW, just like himself and Vola. Without the Dark Genesis JW, a spiritual body and system would enter a state of temporary detachment, and the slightest carelessness would cause the spiritual body to sever from the physical flesh.

The other two were dressed very casually and looked quite young, probably in their twenties or thirties—one wearing a black leather jacket and the other a black suit, resembling business managers.

Qili stepped onto the dragon's head and soared high into the sky, unleashing all her energy into the air to unfurl into a hundred-meter-tall radiant-winged angel. Her domain expanded, enveloping the steel dragon within.

Yet strangely, the more heated the external hype surrounding Lin Feng became, the more low-profile he kept himself. He was now universally recognized by media circles as one of the most difficult entrepreneurs to interview.

He wasn't joking at all. If a team failed to choose a player who was such a perfect fit for the Spurs, then there was no point in playing at all. With a longer professional career, one could secure far more honors, and frankly speaking, earn much more money.

Excited, ecstatic laughter echoed continuously. When those chaotic pirates looked toward the horizon, what they saw were not lives being snuffed out, but endless fortunes and boundless provisions.

"Thank you." This time, Su沫 did not refuse, choosing instead to accept the gesture. It was difficult to turn down such sincere kindness.

Of course, Ye Weiyu was the wife Lin Feng had chosen for life. Even in this lifetime, the two of them had been together since they were nineteen sophomores in college—this was what they called "knowing each other in humble beginnings." Therefore, when they married, unlike the vast majority of the world's billionaires, he did not draft a prenuptial agreement.

Riding this favorable wind, the very first newspaper, personally planned by Wei Shuo and managed by Tao Qian, officially began operations.

As he looked at Situ Jing, a sneer crept onto the corner of his mouth, and with a flash, he charged at her once more. His physical injuries had healed somewhat, and it was time to eliminate Situ Jing.

"Can I choose something else?" Chai Jingrong was slightly startled, not expecting the company's leadership to have considered even this. Still, Chai Jingrong ultimately chose the virtual gaming glasses. In truth, he had wanted to buy them for a long time, but was held back by an empty wallet, dragging his feet until this very day.

"I admit I made mistakes and dared not collude with the Lan family, but my crimes do not warrant death," the deputy director said in a low voice. He pulled his identification and other credentials out of his pocket and tossed them onto the table with lingering reluctance. These were things he had spent over twenty years striving for, and now that he had to surrender them, how could he bear it?

Yet the most unexpected turn of events was that Liu Peiling, along with her son, had actually reunited with her ex-ex-husband, Zhang Jian.

He never expected that even at this stage, that fellow Song Jiang would still dare to play tricks.

Even if he were to become as wealthy as a nation one day, wouldn't he still have to bow his head when faced with absolute power?

Meanwhile, within Jiang Hao's spiritual perception domain, the gunmen ahead and behind began closing in on them.

Yan Zhunuo happened to be walking over carrying a bowl of homemade chicken broth. Seeing the crown prince flip the table over, she let out a piercing scream of fright.