Chapter 61: The Real World

Lying in bed, Huo Zhiyao's gentle snoring quickly began to sound.

Xu Yiliu turned to one side and said in a low voice, "I tested it out."

Regarding the system.

"Mhm." Ji Xianxing's eyes were still open, "What was the result?"

Xu Yiliu's lips curved downward: "It's not simple."

It is not a simple mechanical program.

Ji Xianxing stared at the ceiling: "The butler is not a contaminated entity; he is a captive ghost."

After a while, Xu Yiliu turned over...

"As for the Wu family, I'll let Fatty tell his old man in person later." Xia Haoran took another sip of red wine, narrowing his eyes slightly as he muttered inwardly.

Mu Qingqing savored the name. Whatever he was called, after her son was born, she would definitely get rid of him. That phrase, "our son," had served as a reminder to her.

Xiangye gathered his focus once more, slashing toward the cabin wall to carve an opening in the steel plate, and then pulled Yukishiro with him as they jumped into the ocean.

Ming Ke accelerated and shouted, "Can you keep your hands to yourself?" Feeling Zhao Zixian's large hands pinching her breast once more, she felt a mixture of exasperation and amusement. She thought to herself that this man was sometimes as cute as a fool and sometimes extremely astute, with his biggest flaw being that he was far too lecherous.

The second share offering? Li Chen sneered. Wasn't it just an attempt to dilute his and Narayana's equity by going public?

Yukishiro had no idea what was happening before her safety belt was abruptly cut by Xiangye, who grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her out of the convertible.

Getting close to the confidential files of the Imperial City Guard was no easy task, but it would be different if one could get close to Xuan Shao, the son of the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial City Guard.

As for their story with Thor, it was merely a topic of casual conversation, consisting only of a brief acquaintance rather than a long-lasting friendship.

The Emperor turned and sat down on the bed. Su Yi hurriedly knelt down to pull off his boots. The ink stains on her cuffs had not been wiped clean, and without paying attention, she brushed them against the bright yellow trouser leg. Su Yi felt a wave of panic, her face turning alternately red and pale as a deep sense of self-reproach and vexation flooded her chest. The more anxious she became, the more mistakes she made.

Under the gaze of the Ancient One, she witnessed all possible futures, only for them to eventually converge into an impenetrable fog.

He had always disliked dragging things out, yet he frequently hesitated when it came to Zhu Jiu. Now, by laying his cards on the table with her, he had invisibly shortened the distance between them.

Meier curled her lips slightly in hidden contempt, but on the surface put on an expression of weeping while expressing her gratitude, and hurriedly followed Nianqiu away from the medicine-brewing alcove.

Having only studied for over half a month, An'an remained a complete layman when it came to "painting." However, she had eaten the majority of the dozens of quails raised by Ma Jundao, and along the way, she had figured out roughly seven or eight-tenths of how to raise quails.

Although many Yin demons would die in the process, the Five-Horned Yin Demon did not care; after all, it had previously sacrificed four thousand Yin demon warriors.

He still sat high atop that expensive and precious black horse, lowering his gaze to look down at Lu Jing.

Kong Ru remained silent, not because he disbelieved Zhao Yun, but because he felt that Beihai was likely to become unsettled, and could not help breaking into a cold sweat for the elderly father about to take up office.

That was my first formal meeting with Qu Peinan. The red plums of that day frequently appeared in my dreams thereafter. Amidst the layers of deep crimson in the plum garden, there was also the figure of a young man with his back turned to me.

Chu Yuan's dark eyes were profound, yet a glimmer of brilliance flickered within the darkness, revealing the joy in his heart at that moment.

Then he walked aside to conceal his figure, waiting for events to unfold. A bovine bellow echoed, and the barbarian rhinoceros moved. Its hooves trampled the grassland, stepped through the mud, crossed the mining pit, and headed toward the pool with its usual agile frame.

Who could be joking? Jiang Zixi was certainly not someone lacking in brains; actions like making enemies or even resorting to violence over a mere glance or a few words seemed utterly childish and foolish to him. Moreover, he believed that very few people in the entire cultivation world would act in such a manner. Did they really think everyone in this world was born brainless like the characters in poorly written popular dramas?