Chapter Ninety-Four: The Duel

To receive a favor, you must bow your head; to borrow another man’s carriage, you must keep your hands in check.

Lian Youyou drove her Lamborghini with effortless swagger in front, while Lu Ming’s Porsche Cayenne GTS followed close behind at her heels.

The two cars were mismatched in size and stature: the low-slung sports car leading, the larger one trailing.

Lian Youyou’s car was like a little chick flapping its wings and strutting proudly ahead, while Lu Ming’s car was like a lion serving as her bodyguard, dutifully keeping pace.

Lian Youyou drove into the parking lot of Vast Ocean Company.

She stopped the car and glanced back, only to find that at some point Lu Ming had vanished and never followed her in.

So Gu Mosi was coming to Vast Ocean for work, was he? She would see for herself just what role this Gu Mosi was going to play...

Chen Donghui had not originally intended to buy a Japanese sword, but now that he thought about it, giving Cao Kun a samurai sword would do as well. If it were a genuine one, it would be quite a rare thing.

When you come back from the battlefield, battered and bloodied, I can only watch with aching helplessness. It was revenge that finally roused you from your grief, and so even as I watched you wounded and sinking deeper into the abyss of hatred, I could not stop you. Perhaps I could not stop you even if I tried.

“I’m not too sure. Maybe an economic development coordination meeting,” Xu Yixing said casually, seeming unwilling to say more.

Especially the third Saint, Tang Zhan. His life had been endlessly excavated, from his youth to his eventual rise, and then to his defeat of the beast-god powerhouse and the liberation of Earth. Every step of his growth was a tale people loved to tell, and countless young men regarded him as their idol.

“Is that so?” Yi Nancheng gave a low laugh. He no longer insisted on kissing Su Ruibai’s lips, and suddenly seized her wrist, bringing those thumb and forefinger stained with oil to his mouth, where he teased them with slow, suggestive suction.

By now, moonlight cast a hazy glow over the surroundings, but at least things could be made out. Combined with the glare of the headlights, I saw that the road ahead was packed tightly with vehicles.

“Go on in,” said the second personality, adjusting his hat and nodding at Ouyang Xiu, signaling him to hurry inside.

Everyone looked closely at Roger and discovered that he was different from before. His skin had clearly become smoother and fairer; one might even say he looked much more handsome than he had.

Though Liang Mo was infuriating when he traded barbs with me, he was remarkably slick-tongued when dealing with these people.

After playing several rounds in a row, Yi Ran’s eyes felt a little swollen and tired. She stretched and lifted her head, only to find that Zhang Qing, who had gone to wash the clothes, had returned at some point and was now standing behind Xu Chengyan, looking at the cards with an expression of innocent sweetness.

“Is it Xiao Baiming? I’d like to talk to you. Do you have time?” Qin Jinyang’s deep male voice suddenly rang out over the phone.

The huge fireball, carrying a scorching wave of heat, burned everything in its path to ash. On the side, Kushina was driven back again and again by the searing wind.

He brimmed with confidence and went eagerly to court, hoping to emulate Liu Zhe and seize control of the commander’s office in Xudu. He had fully expected Liu Zhe to back him, yet to his surprise, the very first person to oppose him that day was Liu Zhe.

Although his eyesight still could not make them out clearly, it no longer mattered.

Ye Fan flew into a rage then and there. Unleashing taekwondo at blue-belt and red-belt level, he struck down one of the yellow-haired youths lunging at him with a punch, then stomped hard on the table and, willing himself to take a kick, hurled himself directly onto Wang Shaoyu.

After being smashed by him, Qingxu Daoist not only did not grow angry, but instead smiled at him and gave a subtle nod.

Ever since that day when Huiye fled from the palace, she had not left Xianyang City at all. What she had said in the palace was nothing more than a show of bluster; she had no intention of leaving Xianyang City, or at least no intention of leaving it yet.

“Nonsense. Of course I know she’s no match for me,” Yun Feng said, rolling his eyes. He had no idea how Sadin was faring.

“Come on, Nini, eat up!” Yun Feng夹了一筷子菜给 Zhanni. “Play games with me, will you? I’ll disgust you to death,” Yun Feng muttered to himself.

When two men of such weight in the village both made the same statement in succession, the two jinchūriki and Deidara were both taken aback.