Chasing the Wife

However, the brief flash of astonishment in Joseph's eyes was sensitively and precisely captured by Duanmu Ci. A trace of annoyance stirred in his heart as he began to ponder where he could purchase an office building or a skyscraper. Yet, finding a suitable one in Haishan would probably be quite difficult, wouldn't it?

"When did Lord Ye start tinkering with those two big guys?" Han Yue asked suspiciously.

Although I am a capitalist, I am not a wicked one. Of course, compared to those who have to hustle for worldly affairs, my life is quite leisurely.

Never had he expected that after speaking just a single sentence, this greenhorn would reprimand him directly, a blow far harsher than a physical slap across the face. An imperial edict? Was it something a mere servant had any right to look at?

Hearing this, Lin Shixiong vaguely sensed that something was deeply amiss. Who wouldn't want to make money? Yet every single seller refused to sell at the same time—there had to be a hidden story behind this.

Conflicts must be resolved, and clearly, Morgan believed he was certainly not the one who would be eliminated.

"That way, it's not hard to explain why Princess Yandie didn't appear at the Empress Dowager's mourning hall!" Ning Yunyou said with a sudden realization.

Just as Lin Shixiong and the others descended to a height of over three hundred meters, three dark shadows suddenly leaped up and attacked them.

With a loud crash, a figure flew backward rapidly like a kite with a broken string, hurled dozens of meters away by the sheer, formidable force.

Well, since the trouble had landed on his own head, he could hardly sacrifice his own reputation just to protect the Murong or Xia households, could he?

Huamian stumbled and fell right onto the two leopards, but was immediately steadied by the elephant's trunk. Without even sparing a moment to care for the leopards, she charged aggressively toward that man.

Everyone rapidly rushed toward IG's lower jungle. However, IG seemed to have anticipated this, and all five members also moved together toward the lower jungle as soon as they left the fountain.

Nevertheless, Liuyun Qiuye continued to flip through the subsequent letters. Most of them still contained trivial matters, but her father had finally remembered to jot down a brief explanation of the reasons.

Su Yi, sitting cross-legged in the void, opened her exhausted eyes and dropped weakly onto the deck of the flying boat.

Once the gathering place of the Yellow Wind Valley demon race, it had now transformed into a massive, pitch-black crater.

Huamian stood frozen in place for a moment until she saw the long scar on the man's face, and only then did she snap back to reality.

Holding the Golden Songs Award amidst the murderous glares of the Hong Kong music industry, Xu Chen announced his withdrawal from the Hong Kong Top Ten Jade Solid Gold Awards and stated he would no longer participate in related award selections.

From this time onward, he could pour his heart and soul entirely into his studies and his studio.

Seeing that the two of them were completely engrossed in combat, trading blows evenly back and forth, Gu Junlin's eyes rolled—wasn't this the absolute best opportunity to slip away?

He had a mental calculation: Wang Chen would most likely meet with misfortune, but the scenario he had envisioned took place at night in Wang Chen's private residence.

Sob, sob, so touching. In the entire school, only Sister Suli truly cared for her and was the gentlest toward her.

Xu Wen could no longer see what was happening inside the mountain gate; he could only hear another burst of magical duel roaring, accompanied by Cha Shuangying's wild laughter. It looked like the Taibai Sword Sect had failed to stop the Zhushan Sect once again.

For their final pick, the RMT team selected a hero completely unexpected by everyone: the Echoing Blade, Ekko.

The position of Heir Prince Hongxi had long been settled. For the sake of this title, the Crown Prince had actually forbidden her from bearing a legitimate son, and Emperor Kangxi had even tacitly allowed it. Lady Shi felt a wave of bleakness that she had nowhere to confide. Without her own biological son, Hongxi would only acknowledge his own birth mother. What use was an empty title for her?

"Don't you think I have the brain of a genius?" Liyue arched an eyebrow, looking at the man's heart-stoppingly handsome face beside her with a smug expression.

Indeed, having this stone town gave everyone a sense of security. For instance, during this aerial raid by the Flying Vajra Wolves, without the White Stone Town and the protection of the barrier, their gathering of over a thousand cultivators would likely have suffered at least a thousand casualties, whereas now fewer than two fifty had died.

"But in our past life, it seemed neither of us owed the other anything! Perhaps you really owed me a bit more, otherwise why would you come to marry me?" Xia Momo thought about it and felt her husband made sense. Perhaps in the past life, Fourth Brother had indeed done many regrettable things to her?

The reason Zhen Jie trusted Nangong Ye was because although Nangong Ye's gaze toward her carried admiration, it was exceptionally pure—so exceptionally pure that it could neither be faked nor concealed.

Mo Chen remained silent. His deep gaze shifted, scanning every corner of the ward, yet he failed to find what he wanted to see, and his expression grew gloomier by the second.

The cake of Kowloon was simply too large. Until the very last step and the moment of life and death, they were truly unwilling to give up.

Chicken feathers—such an inconspicuous thing, something completely useless in his eyes—could actually be traded for candy. Trading chicken feathers for sugar was actually a means of livelihood for villagers in many such barren lands. To Wang Fei, this seemed utterly incredible.

He poured out the grievances he had suffered. Of course, the grievances he spoke of were not only about Jiang Chen stealing his spirit stones, but even more so concerning Jiang Yuexi.

King Han An frowned slightly. After a brief silence, he was about to revoke Han Fei's official post. Just as Ji Wuye had said, ever since Han Fei assumed the position of Minister of Justice, Xinzheng seemed to have become even more chaotic, which was certainly not welcome news for the habitually indulgent King Han An.

Normally, under general circumstances, he feared no third-realm cultivator—neither martial arts grandmasters who had forged true Qi, nor Dragon-Tiger Daoist masters who had cultivated elixir energies.

Along this journey, being able to gather supplies so smoothly was largely thanks to Guo Piaopiao. Who asked her to have awakened thunder-type abilities, striking zombies with absolute precision?

Hearing from those sturdy men that they might go and cause trouble for the Li family, the couple rushed over immediately. Although they couldn't afford ten taels of silver either, they couldn't just stand by and let innocent people suffer a catastrophe.

Following this battle, the "divine status" of Li Mu and the various film and television production companies under his banner undoubtedly became even more solidified. Many viewers who had already watched the film—some even watching it a second or third time—were already eagerly anticipating the next, the next-next, and even the next-next-next works of the Li Mu lineage.

Zhou Wang released her, looking at her flushed face, the soft baby hairs at her hairline dampened and plastered against her skin, breathing heavily and panting.

"Your master was able to plant a tree seed within you; it seems you are quite important to her," the Nether God said in a hoarse voice, green light flashing in his eyes, though he did not strike again. It appeared he held deep apprehension toward the monk's so-called master.