Chapter 41: Actually, Sumian Was Rich

Had she not been walking right into a trap, Su Yi would have definitely found a way to refuse when Huo Chong handed her the drink.

On the set of the variety show *Actors, Please Show*.

Today's mission was to immerse themselves among the common folk.

Disguising themselves as destitute vagrants on the bustling streets, whoever could act more like a penniless beggar, look more pitiful, withstand suspicion and cross-questioning, and successfully deceive the most passersby would earn the highest score.

It was still a draw by lot.

What was drawn this time was...

The door opened immediately, and Su Yi and Xi Ya obediently got inside. As soon as they sat down firmly, both of them sighed simultaneously and looked outside together.

Hearing Zhang Jialiang's words, Qin Weiguo kept his gaze fixed on the heavy doors, but his heart felt thoroughly unsettled. Having presided over the work in this Southeast Province for so many years, when had such an incident ever occurred? Yet, what choice did he have? And if Zhang Jialiang were to discover the truth, what would happen then? What kind of choice would he make?

As soon as Qing Wu finished speaking, everyone in the room drew a sharp breath. What kind of freak was this?

Zeluo clearly did not care at all about the huge commotion he had caused. He cared much more about Su Yi's words. After slamming on the brakes, he took a deep breath in the front seat to calm himself down, slowly turned his head, glared fiercely at Su Yi, his lips moving twice, but in the end, he said nothing at all, just staring at her unblinkingly until his eyes were bloodshot.

This was an order given by Ou Ting. Since they were employees of the Ou Group, not a single major fashion show could be missed.

After a brief pause, Ouyang Qiang's expression also changed as he said, "Secretary Zhang, our Yangzheng Group is a legitimate enterprise; it is absolutely impossible for us to engage in any illegal or disciplinary-violating activities." He spoke in a loud voice, but his lack of conviction was painfully obvious.

"Also, I am very sorry about what happened before. It was my fault for misjudging you." Taking advantage of the still relatively harmonious atmosphere, she offered the apology that was due.

These words struck right at the heart of the matter, yet this was precisely the way local lords and noble families interacted with one another.

"Forget it. Those who are willing to work hard along with me, stay and strive together. Those who aren't, just wait for the outcome!" Yu You declared.

Rumors had it that on the very day the Yang family was annihilated, a terrifying skull-shaped shadow hovered above their ancestral grounds.

Under such circumstances, the "Asura Power" sealed within the Four Spirits Blood Array of the Fulong Ding became the Ghost King's final hope.

Take right now, for instance: the secret letter that Li Yunrui had secretly entrusted to Yuan Hongdao to be delivered to Northern Qi and the Dongyi City had now fallen into his hands through Chen Pingping's agency.

"My martial soul has the ability to store soul power. It allows me to accumulate ordinary soul power during peaceful times and release it when critical moments arrive," replied A Meng.

Just like that, Jiang Yunshu grew up eating one non-vegetarian meal and two vegetarian meals a day... praying that she wouldn't turn out too short or too dull.

Suddenly, she had a strong urge to ask: on the wedding night of her past life, and during the two years of marriage that followed, what were his thoughts every single time he laid eyes on her?

This time, devoid of any ulterior motives, she simply held his hand—more like grasping at a straw to save her life.

Yet before he could dwell on it further, he felt a sensation as if a giant boulder had smashed heavily against his chest.

Gaara's transformation was forcibly interrupted halfway through, wasting a massive amount of chakra and causing the entirety of his body to suffer severe backlash.

Unexpectedly, upon laying eyes on the abbot, the very first words that tumbled from this person's mouth were so filthy and vile.

"Damn it! When a tiger doesn't make a sound, they really take me for a cat! When has Mang Cang ever had to swallow such an insult? If the Chixing group hadn't forbidden us from dealing fatal blows during our last spar, and had I not had to worry about poisoning that old bastard Yantian, I would have struck him dead with a single palm strike ages ago. Would there even be all this trouble now?!" Mang Cang roared angrily.

He wore colored contact lenses, instantly transforming into the mirror image of Mo Ye. The only difference between the twin brothers was their eyes—their eye color was identical, making it impossible for most people to tell who was Mo Ye and who was Mo Jue, unless it was someone intimately familiar with them like Ye Wei or Dink.