Chapter 47: Taking Advantage of Someone's Vulnerability

Looking at the slightly arrogant man before her, Song Yanzi curved her lips into a smile, eating with evident relish.

Shen Yichi gently reminded her, "This kind of food is unhealthy; eat less. We'll go have something delicious once we reach the hotel."

He had bought this specifically to satisfy her cravings.

Song Yanzi replied playfully, "Understood, Boss."

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As a player, approaching the Solitary Fiend for anything other than amusement was an unthinkable motive.

It was only at this moment that she realized this bad boy had deliberately used a trick to praise her youth and beauty, causing her to spend a good while feeling down and melancholy.

No matter how she moved forward, she felt almost nothing. The world remained pitch black, and her body seemed to have truly ceased to exist.

When the black hole of spatial exile swallowed Yi Feng, Heavenly Master Kongyun let out a sigh of relief and landed on the ground. In his view, it was impossible for Yi Feng to survive this ordeal.

However, such warnings did have their benefits; at least they let Yang Tian, who had never fought an Iron-Whip Tiger before, understand just how formidable the creature was.

Chu Feiwu was utterly stunned. Yet what left him dumbfounded was not the transformation of this purple jade, but the power he sensed during the process. When the jade began to change, an extremely wondrous and profound energy coursed through it, and he knew this came from Yan Yiyi's own power.

To be honest, Yang Tian felt a profound sense of unfamiliarity toward the current Yang family, always feeling as though something essential was missing compared to before.

After securing the rope around the monster once more, Chuyi ran over to Yuan-Ye with a face full of excitement, staring at him unblinkingly as she reached out her hand.

Such a thought barely flickered across his mind before being instantly discarded. That would be an act of cheating, and it offered him no benefits whatsoever.

Chuyi recounted some of the actions various factions had taken in reality during the three days prior to the opening of the Sanctuary, and then sent over a video.

Yet they simply didn't care; that Oriental person hadn't even shown up, and the entire production crew had only sent a producer?

His banking and financial investment department had established branch offices in three financial centers. After consolidating banking resources, their human resources were more than ample.

Unable to worry about other things anymore, she ignored the very wall she usually despised the most, directly pushing open the door to the neighboring room. Finding no one inside, she panicked.

"Take me over there. Since I am to invite Him to the tea party, I naturally must deliver the invitation letter to Him in person," Lin En said, his smile fading.

With a flick of the coachman's whip, the carriage slowly set off, making its way along the main road toward Qinghe Town.

The pugilistic world was surging with fierce competition and generations of talents; what amounted to the mere Tang Poetry Sword Sect? To this day, the only ones who might remember this sect were perhaps its surviving disciples.

Especially when filled with unhusked rice, devoid of layers of earth to block it, they had to rely entirely on the moisture-barrier devices designed by Song Xuan.

Most importantly, the reputation of the current Prosperity Inn had been tarnished, and even if it reopened, it could never return to its former glory.

Accompanied by a familiar tone of sarcasm, the giant dragon was casually tossed aside with a loud "bang."

Idle and bored thoughts drifted through his mind, and after casting a casual glance, Lu Chen withdrew his gaze.

Returning to the resort, Mo Ming could still catch a lingering scent of blood in the air, with untreated bloodstains visible in several places.

A slight smile curved the corners of Mo Ming's mouth as he immediately slid the ring onto Lin Yuan'er's ring finger. It slipped smoothly past her knuckle, fitting her perfectly, as if it had been custom-made just for her.

As a woman under charges, Mei Shuang had no need for formalities. Therefore, the imperial physician dispensed with even the basic medicine pouch, directly having Mei Shuang extend her arm and pressing his fingers to her pulse through the fabric of her wide sleeve.

High in the air, a spatial blade slashed toward the stone wall. The golden wings trembled slightly, generating a golden barrier that intercepted the spatial blade and effortlessly neutralized its attack.