Volume 1, Chapter 52: I Am the Capital Tycoon 6

At that time, the supervisory system was not yet so well-developed and comprehensive, so it was exceptionally easy for the brigade accountant to embezzle public funds and line his own pockets.

Lu Yunze's sudden remark left everyone present unable to hold back their laughter, instantly easing the tense atmosphere.

For the next few days, Qiuyun did not listen to any horror stories—not because Shi Tou refused to tell them, but because she simply didn't want to listen. Seeing her looking so gloomy, Shi Tou always assumed she was homesick.

Usually, his older brother was just a bit eccentric and foolish, but to act like this at a life-or-death moment—had he completely lost his mind?

Never had any summer been as thriving as this one, and never had any village been as bustling as Anning Village.

"Wait, you said it was completely barren, then what is that?" I pointed ahead to a patch of green and said.

Shao Yue finally wrapped up her matters abroad and rushed back to find Lu Yunze and the others just before her flight took off. Although she hadn't been able to guard by Lu Yunze's side personally during this period, she had kept herself informed through various channels, constantly caring about and worrying about his health.

With a bang, the room door closed once again, acting like a barrier that resealed the dwelling.

It wasn't because she cherished the position of a substitute teacher all that much, but rather because she wanted to prove that what belonged to her in her past life would still belong to her in this one, and would never be snatched away by anyone else.

Though seemingly silent, Ye Su maintained constant vigilance and a taut demeanor, paying attention to everything around him at all times.

The core theme of his words revolved around Fang Yuan's future development, destined to be the kind of pleasant flattery that everyone loved to hear.

Fu Zhisu felt somewhat confused now. Clearly, everyone had been shunning the idea and showing disdain for marrying her initially; what was happening today? Had the Matchmaker suddenly remembered him and tossed a tangled ball of red threads right into his lap for him to sort out himself?

The bearded man sneered, his rugged face full of ferocity. With a wave of his hand, several subordinates immediately closed in.

Born sickly, she had been blessed with an adoptive mother, Madam Ding, who loved her unconditionally, as well as an adoptive father, Cao Cao, who was moody and awkward yet ultimately indulged her.

Seeing this, the playful smirk on Su Qianyu's face grew even thicker. Ignoring Mu Bingjie, he walked straight toward Lin Han.

Presently, there were only some external injuries and symptoms of blood stasis, with no major problems discernible.

Furthermore, he could tell that this Muay Thai fighter was honest and straightforward; challenging him to a duel was the primary goal, while losing his role was secondary, as there was no obvious resentment or dissatisfaction in his emotions.

Her ears kept ringing with Chu Yanran's excited yet low voice, and gradually, her breathing grew somewhat rapid as well.

Even the highly intellectual Sweetie was amused to the point of laughing wildly, completely abandoning her usual poise.

This was the first time Rong Wanxi had laid eyes on jade of this color, yet she felt not the slightest bit surprised. This must be the legendary blood jade of the Fire Nation.

The Prince of Xuan had been served by him personally since birth, and toward this young master, he was truly loyal and held the highest expectations.

This thought merely flashed through Zhao Yi's mind, as such a strategy was difficult to implement. If the weapons used by the soldiers were too long, it would inevitably compromise their agility. On a battlefield where a momentary lapse in judgment could cost you your head, how would the opponent give you the time to adjust your stance?

Only then did Jinkui realize the truth: they had all assumed that Zizhao had been lying sick in bed because he had been up to some unspeakable misdeed.

This was practically implying that Prince Ling and Prince Chen's Consort had arranged to elope, but for some unknown reason, the Consort failed to show up and instead sent someone to deliver some heartless token.

With sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and features as exquisite as a painting, he was the pinnacle of top-tier beauties even in the talent-rich ancient state of Shu.

Glancing sideways, he saw Kebineng's expression shift first from extreme surprise to a smile. Not only Yan Rou, but even the subordinate generals in the tent and the Qiuchu envoy were extremely curious, eager to know what news the soldier had just reported to Kebineng.

"Nonsense! What do you mean by 'some other man'? He is my boyfriend, he is Wu Shenghe." I rolled my eyes at him speechlessly. Weren't this guy usually full of curiosity? Why was he acting differently now that he saw the real person?

He had also sat in such an electric chair before; during the selection for special forces, one of the stages was interrogation.

Arriving at the cold drink stall, they took a seat. The weather was getting somewhat warm, and Li Zhenguo ordered a bottle of beer and began to drink.

Alice and the others were filled with extreme suspicion and astonishment at Ye Chuhan's sudden move. Even the utterly naive Pandora began to doubt Ye Chuhan. The Pope was the murderer who harmed Pandora's parents—was Ye Chuhan preparing to defect to the Pope?

Having been away for so many years, now that Yi'er was finally getting married, should I make a trip back?

Deeply moved, Chu Anle patted down her clothes, straightened her posture, and walked step by step toward the warrior platform.

"Crack!" Applying force with his hand, Wang Mo snapped the man's neck in one swift motion. Before the man even realized what was happening, he was dead.

The smile on Yuyu's face vanished instantly. Raising her head, she looked at Lin Zhenniang, her eyes barely concealing a deep sense of fury and resentment.

The supreme ruler of the Martial World, Emperor Wu, had blood-red eyes and an eruption of murderous intent. Behind him, this killing intent condensed into substance, and his overwhelming blood aura stirred up a monstrous sea of blood, crashing against the hearts of everyone present. Innumerable individuals turned pale under this terrifying pressure.

If Mu Xiaoling had delayed by even two or three more days, the pool water in the dark dungeon—polluted by the corpse stench of Jiang Fuhai's decaying body—would have gradually infected the wound on Dachu Mei's thigh. By then, even Hua Tuo returned to life would have been powerless to save her.

Huerhe closed his eyes in resignation. At a time like this, how could he possibly calm his mind and recuperate?

The newspaper did not list the full roster, as this was a national roster. Song Yang still had no way of knowing precisely which cities in Yanjing would open paging stations and when they would go live.

Then passersby continuously gathered around. After a brief explanation by Jiang Xuan, they hoisted Daoist Chunfeng into the carriage.

The more Lu Fenghe thought about it, the more convinced she was that her guess was correct: Shen Nanhun—no, the entire Shen family must be plotting something.

Yet when he reached the canopy of the willow tree, the intuition that Shadow Ape had cultivated through years of ninja training was triggered. Sensing as though someone was lying in ambush around him, although his posture remained lazy and hunched, his dark, roving gaze swept across his surroundings, revealing points of cold, piercing starlight.