Chapter 31

The attitude displayed by He Huyong left Chen Mu feeling deeply perplexed. To this day, it remained difficult to distinguish whether He Huyong was a loyal subject or a treacherous one. Wishing to confirm whether this man would pose a threat to him in the future, Chen Mu decided to strike while the iron was hot and questioned him directly.

She could only pray silently to the heavens, begging for the protection of the people in Changjun City. If such a terrible tragedy were to befall them, she would surely be a sinner for all eternity.

Having not slept all night, Li Xia leaned against the window, desperately trying to find a reason to trust him.

Gu Xinxin still felt a lingering fear. She dared not imagine what she would have done had she truly injured Luo Lingchuan.

For reasons unknown, the longer she spent with Ye Hongrui, the more Hua Ninger felt a sense of inner peace.

Watching his grand-nephew's obsession with tea, Lin Lie couldn't help but think that he must speak with Fang Qingdong upon returning to the sect. Teaching a younger generation like this was simply sabotaging one's own family.

Lin Ranran’s heart trembled; she felt uneasy and anxious, for her thoughts had drifted to Chu Hannan.

Gan Yao couldn't help but yawn. The warm-up acts before the protagonists appeared in television dramas—those boring hand-to-hand fights—were neither interesting nor eye-catching.

However, if it were the Wenren Ziyou of the past, she would never have agreed to marry, no matter how much her parents pressured her.

Han Sihen looked at Gu Xingshuang and recalled her appearance from that day; his ears still ached faintly at the memory.

Xuan Yin knelt on the ground, placed her hands flat, and kowtowed heavily. Seeing this, Concubine Xia smiled with satisfaction, a cunning glint flashing in her eyes.

The rhythmic beating sounded as if it were striking the hearts of those present, leaving the assembled soldiers feeling flustered.

Qin Liang felt that she was either dreaming or still intoxicated; otherwise, why would Lu Shenghe be so gentle toward her?

As she spoke, Su Xiao felt a sense of frustration. Seeing her looking so pitiful, Wei Yuan could not help but feel a pang of sympathy.

"Shut up! Since when is it your place to manage my affairs? Go to your death!" Ghost Empress Ying suddenly lunged, her right hand clawing out with fingers splayed, swinging an iron awl toward Feng Bai’s face.

Today’s sports meet consisted mostly of the final rounds for various events, and the students were even more invested.

The Eagle King’s moves were sharp and aggressive. The Raccoon Demon King, using only his left hand to defend, felt quite unaccustomed. The wolf-tooth club was a weapon meant for two hands—both heavy and long. While the weight was trivial for someone of the Raccoon Demon King's caliber, wielding it well without his right hand was no easy feat.

With no classes in the afternoon for once, Xu Jiang was just about to suggest that he and the politics, history, and geography teachers go out for a round of mahjong.

"Uncle Lin, sorry to keep you waiting," Lu Shenghe said with a polite smile, walking over to sit in front of Lin Zhihuai.

At this moment, he and Jiang Huateng were meeting in Moon Valley, intending to use the valley’s unique terrain to deliver a heavy blow to the God race’s army and, in doing so, buy time for the defense of Yanran City.

Chen Yun gasped, clearly startled by the massive flying vessel before him, and could not help but whisper his admiration.

Feigning an indifferent air, Han Yan’s eyes never strayed from the old servant sweeping the floor beside him.

Zhang Chen had to host Wu Ying’s arrival in Bincheng. Although Zhang Chen was a major shareholder and investor, he had no intention of putting on airs, for beyond those titles, the most important aspect of an investor was being a collaborator.

What surprised him even more was that Cois implemented a quota system. When he tried to purchase more from them, Cois informed him that his quota was only 6.5 million dollars. In other words, he could only buy another 1.5 million dollars’ worth.

Seeing Minghui so gentle and lovely, Yi Tian felt his heart stir. He could not help but linger his gaze upon her, causing a blush to rapidly spread across her delicate, porcelain-like face.

"Oh, what of it? It’s just closing for one day. It’s normal for the owner to have business to attend to! Besides, don't I have a son? What’s wrong with having him watch the shop?" Old Guo said.

"Studying at a music conservatory could change your life. Why wouldn't you want to go?" Lin Xiang asked curiously.

Gazing out the window at the direction of the distant explosions and the chaos erupting in Konoha, the Third Hokage’s expression froze.

Like a sudden gust of wind sweeping across the grass, the aura of a Kage-level ninja was fully unleashed, sending sand and stones flying across the surrounding ground.

Blankfein was not lying; the world had never lacked good ideas, only the courage and resolve to realize them.

Yang Xue had seen and even smoked those cigarettes before, but he did not believe Miao Yutian could get his hands on them, as such special supply cigarettes were reserved exclusively for central leadership.

Following the first disciple of the Ice Phoenix Palace, more and more disciples found themselves unable to withstand the chilling energy of the Heavenly Pool as time passed. They were forced to leave the pool and come to the banks to focus on refining and stabilizing the day’s progress.

The Suning Group had implemented a professional manager system at the beginning of the year, with Su Zhenbang becoming the chairman and no longer participating in day-to-day management.

The chemical plant explosion and the resulting fire had destroyed more than just an industrial zone; they had taken lives and shattered the hopes of many families, casting a shadow over the official careers of the upper echelons. At this moment, the three people sitting in the conference room had already begun to consider the aftermath.

The junior disciples responded in succession, with Liang Fa and Wu Hao casting looks of gratitude toward Yue Lingfeng.

Yet, he had suddenly abandoned the saber for the sword, and his swordsmanship followed a bizarre and mysterious path. If he had not obtained a martial art far superior to what he had previously learned, how could he have cast aside the golden blade he had practiced for half his life to switch to the sword?

Mu Guanxue coughed violently. Damn it! To what level had those guys broken through during this time? Even Hua Yiren and Yin Wenhou, standing to the side, looked helpless. How did it feel as if, after such a short separation, the gap between everyone had widened so much?

In the distance, the experts from the Guiyan Realm had faces ashen with rage. Could you not speak behind people's backs? Was this meant to be a private conversation? This was clearly a deliberate attempt to put them in their place!

This signaled that an epic drama with the Chinese playing the leading role was unfolding in the VCD industry, indicating that China would have a place at the pinnacle of the global commercial pyramid.