Volume 1, Chapter 48: What If I Actually Become a Shareholder?

Walking further inside, there were rows of heated brick beds. Kang tables were neatly set up, and people sat cross-legged on the beds, eating meat in large chunks and drinking wine from large bowls. The walls were decorated with items like bamboo sieves and shoulder poles. In the corner stood a 14-inch black-and-white television and a stereo radio, making the place look like it was straight out of the 1980s.

Yet, considering the terrifying energy that might be lurking within them, Lin Shuo had no choice but to believe it.

Qianshan Yi’s momentum was like a surging rainbow, and Liu Guoliu was equally spirited. Without the slightest trace of emotion on his face, he let out a loud shout, swung his palms forward, and unleashed a mighty surge of primordial energy that swept toward Qianshan Yi like raging waves. A deafening roar echoed through the air, displaying peerless power and a terrifying spectacle.

"Ha, interesting. He probably thinks he's got it all in the bag right now. What a pity that, with just him, he can never break through the calming-sea divine pillar of my Chu family." Chu Xingyun wore a sneering expression, mocking Ling Xian’s overestimation of his own abilities.

Once the matter was laid out in the open, Fu Yuanzhi dropped all pretense of politeness. He resorted to both threats and enticements, trying every trick in the book to force Chu Wuli to surrender.

"The one leading them is the Undynamic King of the Demon Sect." It was not Che Xian'er who spoke this time, but Xue Fengming, whose expression was as cold as ice. For some reason, watching the brother and sister converse as if no one else was around made Xue Fengming feel somewhat uncomfortable. Thus, hearing them touch upon the subject, she could not help but chime in.

There was no denying it, for it was the truth. Had Long Saifeng not been deliberately isolated, she would never have been left completely in the dark.

Yan Fei, who had just advanced to level 87, gained an additional puppet control slot. Taking advantage of the fierce battle between the two massive armies, Yan Fei quietly slipped into the camp of the South African Alliance.

By the time the Imperial Army reacted, Chu Wuli had already withdrawn his hands, leaving the First Prince to finally sit down and ponder a countermeasure.

Wang Xiong’s eyes widened, and an idea instantly came to him. In one breath, he hurled out over a hundred spiritual treasures, detonating them the moment they hit the lake. Being someone with a strong offensive mindset who despised passive defense, he chose to launch a proactive counterattack.

On the other side, Li Yanxu returned to his courtyard, too lazy to even remove his outer robe, and threw himself straight onto the bed.

Rescuing a damsel in distress, an illustrious family background, extraordinary looks, and profound cultivation—Nangong Xiu had already been branded with these dazzling labels. The name Nangong Xiu became an overnight sensation.

Her face flushed with an unnatural crimson, her glazed eyes stared fixedly at the ceiling. Her hands tightly clutched the blanket, while a bitter smile lingered at the corner of her lips, brimming with sorrow and desolation.

Lan Yucheng paused, stood up, and cupped his fists toward Jin Cong. "I suddenly recall a matter that requires my attention. Consider this meal my treat; another day, I shall invite Brother Jin for a proper drink." With those words, he turned immediately and strode downstairs.

She was suddenly dragged into an alleyway, beaten for no apparent reason, and left with only a single sentence ringing in her ears.

Su Wan nodded. Ninth Master was far too naive; raising a child wasn't just a one-day affair. Wanting to attend school right after giving birth was something only she could dream up.

Jin Can looked incredulously at Nangong Zhao'an and Yun Bing, her gaze conveying a crystal-clear message: Are the two of you bears? So many fish, and you ate every single one of them—down to the very bones?

Walking inside, a wave of refreshing fragrance washed over her. She nodded in satisfaction. This was the scent she wanted; this was truly her home.

Suddenly, as if recalling something, she pulled out a VIP card she had never once used. After a moment of hesitation, she decided to use it. In that kind of setting, brazenly offering money was out of the question, so she could only purchase a few precious items, hoping they would catch the Frenchman's eye.

That was true. Since Xu Chen had spared the time to accompany her out for fun, she ought to enjoy herself to the fullest instead of wearing a gloomy face.

"You speak first," Mo Fan said, looking at the hair ornaments by her temple. Perhaps as his words implied, no matter how tightly knotted a heart's knot might be, it would eventually be untied.

Poor little Li was drafted into the military before he even understood what was happening, becoming a core backbone of the research division. Fortunately, this fellow was well-versed in long-lasting processors and had been guided on the fundamentals of longevity for various items, allowing him to successfully manufacture the product without a hitch.

Looking at the present situation, the Beast clan's army had risen from the ashes, staging frequent incursions across the borders. Countless families were torn apart by death and separation, forced to abandon their native lands and wander in exile. Meanwhile, the Undead race, cowering within the Undead Sand City, was also stirring restlessly, showing strong signs of staging a comeback.

Finally, no longer able to endure it, she unbuttoned her tunic, removed the chest wrap constraining her breasts, and stepped step by step toward the two figures still indulging in their frenzied passion.

Before the young man could speak, the newcomer suddenly stepped forward, formed his fingers into a sword shape, and jabbed the young man in the abdomen. The young man's mouth hung wide open, clutching his stomach, yet he could not utter a sound for the longest time. The newcomer then grabbed Luo Men and dragged him out of the market.

Gong Shengkai felt an overwhelming sense of admiration. He truly had not expected his grandfather to pull off such a move. Outwardly, however, he looked "heartbroken to the core," pressing his forehead against the wall as if the end of the world had truly arrived.

Yet the Eight Gods had their own methods. Following a brief silence, Iori Yagami turned away coldly, not even sparing a single glance back at Munns, who stood at the mouth of the cave.

A long-lost familiarity—this was the voice that used to surround her constantly. Why did hearing it now evoke such a strong urge to weep, stirring a profound sense of heartache from the depths of her soul?

Lin Shu admitted to himself that there was indeed a reason this fellow had lost to Mubalasha in two consecutive bouts.

The innkeeper of Beyond the Heavens heard that the two Grand Princesses were coming, one of whom was even the current Crown Princess. He hurriedly cleared out the unsightly idlers and brought several capable attendants to the entrance to wait and welcome them.

Xiahou Jun silently bewailed his fate. In his current position, he naturally had to shoulder heavy responsibilities, yet he had not the slightest clue how to coax a child.

"Don't talk so much nonsense in the future, or I guarantee that pretty head of yours won't stay attached to that pretty neck!" Chi Jinfeng's lowered voice was laden with murderous intent.

"Why aren't you coming down? Could it be that you're scared?" Purple Vine Yanqing, who had already charged into the canyon, suddenly halted, covering her mouth and giggling musically toward Candle Snake Ming.

"I'm not roaring anymore," Mi Tao said outwardly, while secretly casting a fierce glare at Peng Yuan'an.

Ahead, several figures emerged from the snow forest and rapidly threw out ropes. The speeding carriage was unable to brake in time; the horses neighed, a loud crash rang out, and the carriage overturned.