Chapter 56 Everyone's Hidden Agendas

Ji Manrou arrived at a nearby recycling station, and by sheer coincidence, it was the exact same one Ji Sisi had visited previously.

Just like before, she was also there to buy a jewelry box.

This left the staff completely bewildered. What was wrong with these women lately, coming to a place like this to buy jewelry boxes?

As it turned out, in her past life, Ji Sisi had accidentally stumbled upon a jewelry box adorned with a floral pattern at a recycling station, which unexpectedly led to her forging a connection with the mother of a powerful tycoon.

Specifically...

A flash of sharp insight crossed Zhan Feng’s eyes. After a slight pause, he immediately leaped into mid-air. After all, he was a Mechanist, and mechanism arts shared certain similarities with puppet arts, giving him some understanding of how puppet beasts operated.

It had been a full month since his last meeting with Yiyue, yet during this entire month, there had been no movement whatsoever, as if Yiyue’s three-month deadline was merely a hypothetical assumption.

He felt a wave of relief that the newcomer was Yan Wu. If it had been anyone else, their head would likely have been separated from their body by now.

If Wen Qinzheng had no intentions of going over, treating the next two days here as a simple vacation actually sounded quite nice.

Later, he naturally had an open and honest conversation with Su Duxiu. Professional esports teams generally do not stop their players from dating, as long as it doesn't interfere with their matches.

"Dali, can you do a ghost howl?" I lowered my voice and whispered. To be honest, I was feeling a bit dizzy from low blood sugar. At this very moment, what I wanted most was something hot like a bowl of noodle soup.

Purple Night Asura was unwilling to accept this. Although this killing field had been built by the previous generation’s lord and he hadn't invested anything into it himself, such a chance to ascend to the Divine Realm—even if it were only a one-in-ten-thousand chance—could not be let go. Let alone something that might be his, even if it belonged to someone else, he would still have to fight and contend for it.

Zhan Feng took a swift stride forward to steady Hua Yuxi’s swaying body. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, as if he had made a difficult decision. While retreating with Hua Yuxi, the Scarlet Firmament Sword in his hand flashed, and instantly, a breathtakingly scorching wave of incinerating heat filled the air.

I hurriedly closed the door tightly, bolted it, turned around, and walked over to Yu Xue, who was still sitting motionlessly in a daze on the bed, giving her a solemn reminder.

In the Chu Heaven Realm, there was just such a bald man with a ferocious scar across the top of his head. At this moment, his scar was fading away bit by bit, and the humiliation that blade had brought him seemed to vanish piece by piece along with the memories of this sky.

Chu Fan sneered, a dangerous curve tugging at the corner of his lips as killing intent permeated the entire courtyard.

They stood there in a daze, drawing in cold breaths continuously through their teeth, finding it utterly incredible.

This left Duanmu Rouqing stunned. She had originally expected Ruan Meng to deny it, never imagining that she would admit to it directly, and with such decisiveness.

"Yes, understood." Yan Mo nodded with a smile, while Yan Yu behind him wore a face full of anticipation, already imagining the day he would attain a great fortuitous encounter—just thinking about it was thrilling.

The primordial force surged outward, transforming into a dense ripple that directly knocked the purple-robed middle-aged man far away.

Seeing that the Demon Lord was changing the subject, Liu De knew there must be things the Lord didn't want him to know, so he simply stopped pursuing the matter and directly answered the Demon Lord's question.

Just before everyone sank into oblivion, the mysterious newcomer withdrew their palm in time and went to fetch another slice of white toast.

At present, private landlines were just beginning to become widespread in households, and cordless phones were still a novelty that carried a certain sense of high status, suggesting they should have a decent market.

For a long time, the dangers Zhang Lan faced always came from veteran powerhouses, Hydra elites, or heavy, massive crashing passenger planes. Every single time, he narrowly escaped death by the skin of his teeth, leaving him utterly exhausted.

As the bloody glow spread, a massive hand projection hundreds of feet wide burst forth into the void. The terrifying sight caused the expressions of all the experts from the Jin family to change drastically.

Finally, ten days later, the emperor’s imperial edict arrived. However, it was not the death decree the commoners had expected, but rather an edict of inquiry; yet the ministers at court had all anticipated it. Shen Quan had been incriminated on charges of witchcraft, but it was unlikely he would be executed for it.

Fortunately, as an old immortal, he had long since seen through these worldly possessions and couldn't be bothered to set up an altar and take on disciples—what a bore! Come evening, bringing him a bit more of those sweet, fragrant cakes to eat would be quite enough.

Wang Lun saw a notice posted by Ren Yuan on the front gate announcing that he was declining visitors. Wang Lun knew that with this notice up, he wouldn't be able to enter or see Ren Yuan. Yet he still didn't want to leave, pacing back and forth anxiously outside the courtyard gate, his emotions unable to settle for a long time.

Zuo Jiang walked over to the telephone, picked it up, and called Tao Fei. His reasoning was that Tao Fei's guesthouse required large quantities of seafood and other supplies daily, so she must have connections with the aquatic products company. With Tao Fei's prominent status, securing a small allocation of mackerel was nothing at all, and he felt extremely confident about it.

Before long, the Second Mistress and Madam Qian arrived, and Mammy Xing welcomed them into the side room.

The heavy rain poured continuously for five full days and nights before finally stopping. By then, Bianzhou Kaifeng, currently the largest city in the world, was already submerged in water. Despite Chancellor Han Qi spending a massive fortune prior to the rain to mobilize ten thousand people to intensively clear the city's drainage facilities, such as river channels and ditches, facing such torrential rain, Bianzhou City had no choice but to be flooded.

"How dare you serve His Highness food that isn't fresh? Hmph, I'm going with you." Murong Ke stepped right behind Shi Zhongyu.

"The affection built between master and servant over so many years shouldn't be used as leverage. This kind of bond cannot be exchanged for anything. You need to think it through carefully." Rong Hua's gaze softened slightly as he stood up.

At the age of 28, Zuo Jiang became the deputy stationmaster of the Tongjiang Railway Station. Tongjiang Station was one of the 46 major marshalling yards in the country at the time, holding significant national standing. As the first deputy stationmaster in charge of transportation, Zuo Jiang held immense authority over railcar scheduling and the personnel of the operation workshop, making him a picture of pride and success.

As for why the Zhang family was so happy? It was because items belonging to elderly people carried good fortune, not to mention that these hats and shoes were handmade by Grandma Liu himself.

The Demon Corpse King was already a dead being; the fresh blood in its body had long since drained away, leaving behind nothing more than a skeleton, a mass of rotting flesh and blood, and a secret-art power imbued with divine consciousness.

He saw the mist of the grand array constantly rippling, as if something was walking inside it. Yuan Yufei's figure flashed as she stood atop the city wall, gazing in the direction of the array.

However, upon seeing the heavily filtered selfies the other person had deliberately posted on Weibo, where—even with layers of filters—he still failed to look particularly handsome, Lu Yunchen let out a cold scoff. After finishing the post, Lu Yuanchen closed Weibo, refusing to look any longer for fear of straining his eyes.

After a whole day of uninterrupted trekking, Nangong Tian and his four thousand Luoyang city troops finally arrived just a few dozen miles outside of Winter City when it was so dark that nothing could be seen.