Chapter 49: Su Mian Is Set to Face Shang Jiuxu

Shang Jiuxu was a flexible man. Take this trip, for instance: the Shang family had a private jet, and so did Shang Jiuxu. Depending on the circumstances, if a large commercial airliner was needed, he could directly requisition flight routes.

When he lost a fraction of his composure, as if caught in Su Mian's trap, she would feel a great sense of accomplishment.

Su Mian lowered her gaze to look at his hand resting on her waist, the smile in her eyes resembling crushed starlight, teasingly and elusively hooking at his heart: "Is President Shang... showing concern for a trainee?"

At that moment, suddenly, a figure flew through the air, caught the plump monk in mid-air, and gently set him down on the ground.

Even so, he would never let anyone take the Ink Moon from him, willing to risk the exposure of all his secrets, though Ming Mo knew full well that even if he revealed his full cultivation, he was no match for the black-robed elder.

Jiang Chuhan truly never expected to run into Yang Zhiyuan here. He had always assumed that Yang Zhiyuan had perished in the sea of fire along with Lin Xiao and the others, but unexpectedly, Yang Zhiyuan... was still alive.

Chu Yun rolled her eyes and was about to step out of the café doors when she suddenly felt a fierce, burning gaze fixed on her from behind.

Yi Jiazhen was removing his makeup in the dressing room while Tong Ran sat nearby, chatting with him about this and that.

Although Ye Ming knew that Elder Zha was of advanced age and that birth, aging, sickness, and death were ordinary matters, she still could not help feeling worried in her heart. She could only silently pray that the old man would pull through this crisis and spend his remaining years in peace and safety.

The bombardment of online public opinion, coupled with real-time entertainment updates constantly refreshing trending topics about the Rong Group's malicious suppression of competitors, pushed the entire event to a climax. By this time, the Rong Group's stock price had already experienced a sharp decline.

The man beside her fell silent, but Lan Ling'er let out a soft laugh and said, "Mo Yuan still harbors resentment toward Mo Yu. Keep a close eye on her." With that, Lan Ling'er left the top of the wall, leaving Dongfang Qi staring at her retreating figure in silence.

Gently extending her arm, she flicked out a beam of black finger-qi, which slammed into Ming Mo's fist.

Wu Mengming chattered on incessantly, but Jiang Chuhan could not hear a single word because he had spotted someone acting with a guilty and hypocritical conscience.

The dozen or so police officers only had time to let out a terrified cry before Li Xuanji knocked them all unconscious, leaving their bodies sprawled haphazardly across the ground.

When Quan Boran saw Weng Tingjun, she flashed a sweet smile, and when Weng Tingjun offered to pick her up, she did not refuse.

The action team mostly consisted of the original members, except that the ten Dark Night Elves now lacked Rudel, Massa, and Yinying, making the group suddenly look rather desolate. On Unas's side, they were missing a warrior and the dwarf brothers, but had gained a Rosebane.

After dodging the black cloth, Unas did not charge at the Lich; instead, he sprinted backward toward the position of an assistant mage. The enemy only had time to cast a single flame shock before having their head severed by a single sword strike, while the "flame shock" was naturally blocked by the silver shield.

It was precisely because his requirements for formula milk powder were too high that ordinary formula milk powder simply could not meet his standards.

Qingzi was also getting somewhat used to the incongruity of this cross-world trade. Initially, he had only intended to maintain good relations with the Barrens Alliance and had symbolically gifted them some supplies beforehand as a gesture of goodwill. He had never expected that the value of the gifts the other party felt embarrassed to return would far exceed what the Hell faction had sent out.

"Hey, hurry up and change into these." Weng Tingjun tossed the slippers directly at Sica, speaking speechlessly, and then began blowing up the pillow until his face turned red.

The premise was that the killer whales could continue to grow, and that Suyi would continuously provide the Primordial Spirit Liquid without interruption. The more killer whales in the team, the more terrifying their overall strength would become; with good coordination, they would be no less formidable than a true army, and in many environments, their power would be even greater.

Ragnaros had sealed his mental memories and given him as a gift to Emperor Thaurissan. In the secret casting chambers of the royal palace, the Dark Iron dwarves used the core as a foundation to assemble a brand-new body for him out of massive amounts of obsidian.