Chapter 44: Are You Interested in Me?

Hua Xiaoyun reached out to pick up the phone on the bedside table and called her subordinates, instructing them to plunge the marketing of the Xu Corporation into absolute despair within a month.

Wei Changfeng turned and walked away immediately, heading towards the nearest mountain pass. He wanted to check the defensive layout of the First Left Squad and see if it could withstand the Eastern Hu army coming down from the mountain.

After a brief stalemate, the leading burly man let out a loud shout, and the profound energy of heaven and earth gathered once more above the enrollment office. The momentum was even more terrifying, and the muffled, rushing sound of flowing profound energy could be faintly heard.

The bandit looked back in panic, only to see a flash of sword light right before his eyes. Clutching his legs where his tendons had been severed, he collapsed to the ground, howling in agony, completely stripped of his ability to move.

Compared to following Ling Feng versus following the Sect Master, these peak disciples all felt that following Ling Feng was much more relaxing, because Ling Feng had no rules to speak of.

"Understood!" thirty instructors shouted in unison, with fifteen figures flashing toward each direction as thick black iron chains shot out from their hands.

The casual conversation between the two instantly infuriated the assassins opposite them. The positions of the two factions suddenly shifted, and now these two young men were actually using their own lives as a gamble—this was simply something neither uncle nor aunt could tolerate.

This cauldron was a treasure he had acquired at an ocean market back then by staking his entire fortune. Ever since winning it at the auction, Wan Qingchun had relied entirely on this cauldron over the past few decades to build his entire Longevity Hall.

Xiao Yue's appetite had not been very good lately. Although she forced herself to eat for the sake of the baby, it still could not compare to her usual food intake.

Chu Yuan currently possessed four weapons in total. Aside from the Dazzling Gold Shield Disk he had obtained long ago and the Taiyi Blade passed down from the Five Emperors, there were also two weapons he had plundered from the two members of the Wulong Gang.

In the center of Linshi City, two groups of players collided while scavenging for resources, prompting both sides to immediately erupt into a fierce battle without a single word. However, the player team from one side was noticeably stronger and dealt devastating losses to the other, forcing them to cower inside a building, too terrified to come out.

"What?" Zhang Jialiang shook his head. The news struck him with considerable shock; despite his exhaustion, all sleepiness had vanished long ago. He could never have imagined that Wang Jun would actually jump to his death.

The bullet struck the metal streetlight behind Mo Yan, causing the pole to directly cave inward. That was an air bullet, meaning that even if Luo Tianhuan were present here, he would still be unable to capture its trajectory.

Xun Jing was the first to pick up a spike of wheat, rub it open with his hands, and pop it into his mouth. Seeing this, the four half-grown children also eagerly began to pick and eat the roasted wheat spikes.

In the Ghoul world for over a hundred years, the positions of Chief Director and Bureau Chief had always been the exclusive domain of the Washuu clan. For ordinary investigators, reaching the rank of Special Class was the absolute ceiling, with no further room for promotion.

Zhang Jialiang drove back to Xiashan Village in Yunshan County by himself. Having been consumed by his work for the past few years, he felt a deep sense of guilt for not having properly filialized himself to the elders. This time, after notifying Huang Feier, he intended to fully unwind.

He had foolishly assumed that once they left the bar things would become easier, only to realize that this was merely the prologue to a nightmare.

Hiss—how could even someone as capable as Song San yuan—who could till the fields, open mines, develop industries, and ride a horse across the entire Shaanxi Province—have ever been worked to the point of wanting to resign?

Meanwhile, Lu Shiyu's mother possessed a weak and yielding temperament, always demanding that Lu Shiyu give in to her, never once considering that she was six years older than him and should have been pampering this pitiful three-year-old younger brother.

Yu You laughed so hard she could barely straighten up. To disgust her, Hu Lizhen really had the audacity to fabricate such a lie—pregnant for twelve weeks?

Upon returning from the racecourse, Mo Liancheng had matters to attend to and instructed Steward Zhou to send for a physician to tend to the Princess and others.

Bill kept a giant black Standard Poodle that was exceptionally well-behaved and obedient; tell it to sit and it sat, tell it to lie down and it lay down, and the moment you said "shake" it would immediately extend its paw—a super good dog.

A few bleats of a sheep shattered Qu Taner's assumptions. At that moment, several men dressed in Northern Plains attire drove a few sheep inside. As it turned out... it was merely a sheepfold.

Yet Su Xueyun still maintained her caution in her own way, gradually reducing her appearances in public and secretly changing into men's clothing every time she went out. By now, the only ones who probably still remembered her were the proprietress of the embroidery shop and the owners of a few taverns. Especially after moving to the town, even the villagers rarely caught a glimpse of her.

Amidst the impatient waiting of Yuan Shikai and a pack of ambitious schemers, on February 6, 1912, the Provisional Senate of the Nanjing Provisional Government passed the eight generous articles for the preferential treatment of the imperial family, plus one special provision, which were officially made public to the jubilation of all the schemers.

Lifting her head to look in Baili Chenfeng's direction, her gaze collided directly with his deep, brooding eyes. It turned out he had paid no attention to the singing and dancing at the banquet all along, but had been staring intently at her the entire time.

"Dance is flexible, and the rules can be set by me..." Murong Jingyang's words left Gu Siling speechless and choked with frustration. Didn't this practically amount to telling her bluntly that whether she came at him horizontally or vertically, he could take advantage of her with complete impunity?

Yet this spiritual weapon in her hand, aside from a trace of soil dust, showed no signs of use whatsoever and was completely brand new. How could it possibly be something someone had dropped here?

The army of white skeletons was simply too terrifying. He was utterly incapable of wiping them out single-handedly at this moment.

Reporting to work the next day, Xia Zimo sat at her desk reading a fashion magazine. This issue featured a series of works from a domestic fashion brand named Vichy.