Volume One, Chapter Ninety: Undercurrents at the Banquet

By the champagne tower in the banquet hall, Su Manyin was speaking in a low voice with Yang Tian, the secretary of the Zhou Group.

"Manager Su, why is Mr. Feng not here with you this time?"

A single lie from Lan Xinyan, and Yuan Qiuhua was suddenly promoted to a teacher’s wife. After that, her classmates kept their distance with respectful coldness, avoiding her as if she had been cast out and left alone.

Perhaps because the clouds had drifted and gathered again, evening had already arrived. The last blush of sunset hung upon the sharp spires of Wolf Castle, unwilling to sink, unfurling like a veil as thin as a cicada’s wing.

"What happened to him now?" Ji Yanan blinked. In truth, Han Sen had already told her everything.

After a pause, she said in displeasure, "Prime Minister Radoman, is your government really this useless? The Bulgarians drove out your people, and you did not even notice?"

Supernatural power can be increased. As it rises, your mastery of it gradually deepens, and the skills you can use become more and more numerous.

After finishing the furniture purchase from the old woman, everyone did not even glance at the other shops and went straight out of the furniture city.

This left the audience very dissatisfied. In the livestream, comments kept flooding in, urging the host to shift the camera back, and, incidentally, to remove the blur filter.

Xie Heyi lifted both hands to his head, scratching and clawing theatrically, then raised his brows, bulged his eyes, wrinkled his nose, puckered his cheeks, stuck out his tongue, and made a complete monkey of himself.

In his heart, Daoist Taiyi turned the matter over. In truth, Bai Wei was unwilling to damage the foundation of his cultivation, and others might not be willing to do so either. So if this method could work, it would indeed be a good one. If each person contributed a portion of effort and no one suffered crippling injury, then the chance of success should be quite high.

The submarines on both sides engaged in a desperate battle beneath the sea. The Japanese forces sought to break through the encirclement and transport supplies, while the American forces did everything they could to stop them.

The royal villa of Azure Pearl should now, in theory, be full of honored guests—but every one of those guests was an injured man, and gravely wounded at that.

At these words, Tian Can’s originally disdainful gaze instantly filled with murderous intent. He fixed Yang Chengji with a vicious stare, though beneath that ferocity there was also a trace of hesitation, as if he could not quite tell whether Yang Chengji was speaking of what he himself had assumed.

"Village Chief, is there any item or method here that can increase backpack capacity?" Ye Tianxie thought for a moment and asked.

Jin Yichen had been smiling all along, showing no sign of anything unusual. But after Guoguo’s figure had receded into the distance, he could not help walking to the courtyard gate and looking toward the stables, lost in thought, his expression complicated.

"Stop right there. You have defied this king’s command. Do you think you can escape punishment?" Murong Ke shouted, and in a flash of movement he blocked Shi Zhongyu’s path.

When he finished, Ryan turned on his heel with great elegance and walked off, as though to leave the arena, treating Le Simodef as if he were invisible and paying him no mind at all.

Qian Buli’s body suddenly stiffened. Slowly, bit by bit, he turned around. His eyes were somewhat vacant, and even his movements were as stiff as a puppet’s.

The calamity flames that Ye Tianxie could ignite came from the Beast of Calamity—more precisely, from the soul imprint, the demon mark, granted to him by Qiuqiu. Then what reason could there be for Qiuqiu itself not to ignite calamity flames?

As for all this, Third Lady found it highly curious. This was clearly a trap carefully arranged by Jing Xin, and she did not know who was scheming behind it.

Even the way he glared at them, exasperated yet helpless, felt oddly familiar to them, like the old days when he had still been by their side, and their master had looked just so when Han Jianliang took him along for mischief and they were discovered.

Su Yan felt that it was about time, and Zhong Lingyu’s performance made her look at him in a new light once again. If it was to save someone, then without question he was a good man, and he also had the ability to help others. In this gilded world, that was truly rare.