Chapter 53: I Am the Capital Tycoon 7
Mixiang felt an inexplicable ache in her heart. Although the mother and son had not gone into detail, they must have gone through many trials they should never have experienced.
"Zhang Jialiang, you haven't changed at all!" That intoxicatingly charming voice floated over.
The congratulatory gifts themselves were secondary; what the Manchu court officials cared about most was what the Prince of Zhou's mansion would present. Jewelry, rare antiques, and calligraphy or paintings were hardly worth mentioning. It would be best if they could offer yet another... offer a box of fresh auspicious omens for everyone to marvel at.
Hearing the address "Big Zhu," Junmo almost failed to hold back a chuckle, while Jiang Yunqing beside him looked even more amused, his eyes curving into crescents.
Supported by Jing Ruirui, he stepped into the conference room, and as he raised his head, his gaze met a pair of beautiful eyes filled with shock.
She couldn't help but leave a comment: [A bicycle?] She simply had to tease him; it was truly too extravagant and wasteful.
Meng Tian felt she could be a teacher. Just like Teacher Song from the kindergarten, she was so pretty, and her smile was truly lovely.
Though Hong Renxiong scoffed thusly, his face was full of envy, jealousy, and hatred, along with a faint yearning that once he became the leader of the Mount Qingcheng Sect, he must put on a grander spectacle than Liu Zhengfeng to display his might.
Hearing these words from Zhang Jialiang, Tan Peng'an sat in silence, savoring them carefully, and felt that Zhang's words possessed great depth and connotation.
Until many years later, Lady Ding's funeral was still a favorite topic of conversation among the people of Luoyang. Yet due to the limitations of the era, those who tried to mimic it were few and far few.
Chen Jing narrowed his eyes and then asked, "You all know there is a carp spirit in the river, right?" Though he addressed them collectively, his eyes were fixed on Yan Luoniang.
Furthermore, Yesheng had just stated that he still required a live captive. Since that was the case, with a glimmer of hope for survival, these four cultivators were even less likely to fight to the death.
Listening to the other's explanation, Su Zimo felt an escalating sense of familiarity. Pondering over it carefully in his heart, his strides never halted as he followed Liu Yan's steps into the elevator.
Instantly, the breath of life became as vast as a boundless ocean. Following that, in Naia's eyes, it was clearly visible that Naiya was slowly changing.
You must know that across Gaia, medicinal treasures were divided into only six grades, with the first grade being the lowest and the sixth grade the highest. A sixth-grade medicinal treasure absorbed the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth and contained Gaia's martial might, possessing enough intelligence to form a wisp of spiritual awareness. One could only imagine just how unfathomable the profound mysteries of a sixth-grade medicinal treasure truly were.
Even though teachers of each subject used different sets of exam papers, as long as one understood the previous testing styles of the examiners, one could always find certain patterns and thus track down potential exam questions for the current year online.
Hai Chenfeng said with absolute finality, turned toward the wall, sat cross-legged, and made not another sound.
Gradually, Wei Xueman reined in her emotions, her loud weeping turning into low, muffled sobs. Yuan Xing also turned his head to look at this middle-aged man.
"The young master has done well." Qing Li landed by Ying Sishu's side and let out a sigh of relief, while Li Jiande and Dedou followed the two Chen brothers as they departed.
Backstage, Su Zimo watched Zhang Hanyin's performance on the screen and couldn't help but inwardly award her a silent praise, marveling at the formidable power of her voice, which was no whit inferior to the original singer from his past life. With just a few lines of lyrics, her slightly sorrowful voice portrayed the emotion to absolute perfection.
An'an was well aware that if Su Meng was determined to go through with something, he would simply have no choice but to resign himself to fate.
As soon as Liu Zhiyuan arrived, he shook hands warmly with Han Xing. This handshake actually left Han Xing baffled—they hadn't even been apart for a day yet, was all this necessary?
Having received his reply, Wu Xiongwei wore a smug expression, utterly unconcerned that Xujia Xin might have picked up on his stutter, and followed closely behind Chen Junde, who was carrying the child in front.
This was what they called "weighing two benefits and choosing the greater, weighing two harms and choosing the lesser." Since the enemies coming from Nanchang posed the greatest threat, it was better to wipe them out first.
"Ning Xu, did he agree?" Right from the start, Ning Xu had acted this way simply to spare Su Meng from exhaustion, but now, how was Su Meng making this decision?
This evening gown worn by Tang Li was one she had designed herself years ago, intended to be worn on her wedding day. Yet today, she appeared in it under such circumstances, and the implication was self-evident.
However, how can one catch tiger cubs without entering the tiger's den? If one wishes to stand at the very peak, how can it be achieved without enduring a few perils and hardships?
After seeing off Bing Meier, Yin Zhaotian returned to the residence arranged by the Ice Palace and wanted to rest for a moment when Yin Tianchou walked in.
Actually, Yang Ji had seen nothing; the enemies right before his eyes had him fighting for his life in sheer exhaustion. Yet this did not hinder him from seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to crush the enemy's morale. Taking advantage of the enemy's panic, he let out a great roar and led his subordinate soldiers in a desperate charge toward the encirclement.
"Gulp..." Liang Qigang swallowed hard, lowering his head in silence. At this moment, monstrous waves were churning in his heart, and he had no idea how to describe his feelings right now.
Zhang Mu's expression shifted. The reason he had asked Pei Feng to spare him was simply because Pei Feng was one of Liu Bei's men, and he did not wish to make an enemy of Liu Bei for the time being. Liu Bei was a benevolent and righteous ruler; though Zhang Mu was a bandit, his heart was full of chivalrous daring, and thus he wished to turn hostility into friendship.
Night fell, and lights were kindled in the small town of Datian, shining most brightly from a particular estate. On the plaque above its gate, the characters "Zhang Residence" were inscribed in sweeping, dragon-like calligraphy.
Clearly, pinning one's hopes on digging a tunnel to escape was out of the question. Come to think of it, they had been digging for so long without the zoo reacting in the least. It was obvious there was something wrong inside; escaping was impossible, so how could he possibly succeed?
And so, beneath the terrified gazes of those dreadlords, the blades of light surrounding Li Chen pierced through their limbs at a speed too swift for them to dodge, draining the energy from their bodies. Then, taking the light blades as cores, the area rapidly transformed into sturdy, freezing ice, tightly encasing those dreadlords.
Had she accepted him on Yuan Yuan's birthday last time, the two of them would probably be a family of three now, and perhaps these tragedies would never have happened at all.
Lu Zhao had pledged allegiance to Cao Cao quite early on, and Pei Feng was not entirely clear about his deeds, followed closely by the notoriously famous Four Bandits of Mount Tai.
When Siyue drove up to the company, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. After finishing her lunch in the company cafeteria and returning to her office, she couldn't help taking out her mobile phone to study that phone number.
If one were to continue attacking while maintaining the previous rhythm and distance calculation, that momentum would inevitably lead to stepping into empty air. And to avoid stepping into thin air, that distance could only land right on top of the fissure.