Chapter 49 Reaching a Consensus

The secretary pushed the door open, and Song Yanting wheeled himself in.

Seeing her brother, Song Yuanzi immediately broke into a smile. "Mr. Song, what brings you here?"

Her tone was soft and playful.

Sitting in the wheelchair, Song Yanting's expression was gentle. "I haven't seen Chairperson Song for a few days, so I specifically came to check on you."

Song...

The blue-badged officers, who had always been slackers and just coasting along, suddenly sprang into action this morning as if pumped with adrenaline, and even forcefully dragged Chen Yuguang out of the police station.

Su Chenghou clenched his hands tightly into fists, his knuckles turning white. He paced back and forth, his expression shifting uncertainly.

If they still didn't come up with some way to save LeBron's face, how could LeBron possibly maintain his "King" image?

Xie Jin did not continue to pursue, because he didn't know what lay beyond, and there might also be danger.

She always had ideas, but if Li Mulin didn't put in the effort, she would just think about it and be too lazy to do anything else.

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Therefore, having lost contact, the third granduncle never gave up on searching for his family, placing notices in newspapers and searching on television.

Perhaps looking down on her as a country girl, they rarely crossed paths, and she only needed to endure it.

Marquis Changning Zhou Ze quickly drew the whip disguised as a belt from his waist and, without wasting words, lashed it toward the Prince of Ning.

Given the nature of hellish demons, if that place had even a tiny sliver of benefit, it wouldn't have been your turn to pioneer it; it would have long been carved up by other lords.

The rules for smashing a rival's game were similar to Landlord: singles beat singles, pairs beat pairs. However, it involved two teams of two, making a four-player game. Relatively speaking, the pace was slower, and the wins and losses after playing all night were usually minimal.

"We've known each other since childhood. If my lady is not an unworthy wife, might this princess address you as elder sister?" The Princess of Pingjiang smiled as she tried to pull rank and get closer.

Clearly starving to death, yet still stubbornly playing hardball with herself, she was simply foolishly adorable.

That night, in the middle of the night, a sudden urge to urinate woke Ye Qingcheng up. The pressing bladder forced her awake, and just as she sat up and pushed aside the gauze curtains, she saw a dark shadow flicker past the window.

"How could she disappear for no reason?" Qin Shao asked with a slight start of surprise. "Where are the people from your estate?" He glanced at the streets on either side, seeing no trace of the Prince of Pingjiang's servants.

I took a taxi to the place where Chen Jie lived, near Yezi's school. The interior decoration of the house was in the style of a villa, not as large as Ye Hansheng's suburban estate, but it felt much cozier.

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Sensitively catching the shift in Jian Lan's tone, Xu Jinlang was overjoyed inside, though his face remained a picture of hesitation.

Whether it was facial features or every gesture—although it was said children didn't necessarily have to resemble their parents—sometimes certain manners and behaviors still bore a striking similarity. Yet Yezi seemed to share nothing of the sort with Ye Hansheng.

Driving away the iron-clad horses and slaughtering the enemy: The Shanyue people were descendants of the Baiyue during the Qin and Han dynasties, who fled into the mountains and forests to escape exorbitant taxes and levies, forming an independent society. After Sun Quan proclaimed himself emperor, he established commanderies and counties in the Shanyue region, deploying heavy troops to suppress and pacify them, which relieved him of any rear-guard worries so he could concentrate his forces on external warfare.

This was the guardian grand array of the Mount Shu Immortal Sword Sect. A portion of it was naturally formed, and later modified by the ancient ancestors of Mount Shu to become a supreme formation—even deities would not dare to brazenly force their way through.

Su Nan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Are you trying to play in the match or not with that utterly constipated expression on your face?

Furthermore, the sword patterns had already been given away by Li Yisheng, and wanting to retrieve them meant waiting for the right opportunity.

The moment the Demon King grasped the giant sword, the entire weapon let out a resonant hum, erupting with blinding black light as abyss-like energy roared within the blade, extraordinarily violent and fierce.

At the very least, beyond the Supreme Realm, there were still several cultivation stages, and only above those lay the realm of the Ancient Golden Immortals.