Volume 1, Chapter 58: The Moment You Get Hired, I'll Upgrade Your Meals!

Rong Qi possessed profound internal energy. Although the two of them had lowered their voices, he heard their conversation clearly. A flash of displeasure crossed the depths of his eyes, and his hand beneath his sleeve moved slightly. A flash of light pierced through the window paper, gliding toward Qinghe and Qingkong, brushing past their cheeks just right before embedding itself firmly into the large tree directly in front of them.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have felt a sudden surge of panic yesterday upon hearing from her mother that the divorce matter had come to a close and that Pei Xinwen had signed the divorce agreement. Based on her understanding, Pei Xinwen would certainly not let the matter rest easily.

A chill ran through his heart. This young master was indeed as ruthless as the legends said; no one who crossed him ever survived, and even those who did managed to survive were left either crippled or insane.

I do not believe that everything he felt for me contained even a shred of falsehood. This was a resonance of souls, needing nothing whatsoever to prove it.

"If you want it to keep running, it's one second-tier blood crystal per kilowatt-hour, or you can find one hundred liters of diesel to pay the electricity bill!" Yun Tu glared at her.

"Hmph, which evil being would ever admit to being an evil being themselves? You don't need to put on an act to cover it up. I'm telling you, we aren't afraid of you! If you want to kill or carve us up, just do your worst!" a villager said aggressively.

In Luoyang, Li Zhou watched the departing ceremonial procession. Everyone else was following it back to Chang'an. The carriages rumbled forward, though this time there were not three carriages, but two, with the very last carriage missing.

"It costs nothing! This is merely a token of sincerity from my master!" Qinghe hurriedly denied, terrified that Duan Ruxia might misunderstand something. Seeing the absolute conviction on Qinghe's face—as if declaring "what I am saying is gospel truth"—Duan Ruxia chose not to question her further.

"Chengxiao, as your imperial elder brother, there are some things I truly cannot help but say," Chu Chengli said as he walked alongside Chengxiao.

Yet what about him? He knew all too well what such utter calmness implied: she did not love him, and that was precisely why she remained indifferent.

Even without an electronic fuse to detonate it, the instantaneous high heat generated by the laser was more than enough for the high explosives to turn the two attack aircraft into brilliant, magnificent fireworks in the night sky.

The terraced field nearby was about two meters higher than the surface of the pond, which fell well within the lifting range of an ordinary water pump. Amidst the terraced fields, a patch covered in overgrown green and yellow weeds stood right in the middle. This must be the terraced field belonging to Lanzi's family, right? Relations with Sang San'er were currently a bit strained.

The scuffle between Xue Ren and Davies acted like a signal, prompting their Lazio teammates to rush forward to lend support. The Inter Milan players also lost their composure, hands flying continuously, with only actual punches being spared.

"No need to look elsewhere, let's head straight to Jia Xingde's manor! I want to see for myself whether Jia Xingde is eating tree bark at home as well!" the Fourth Prince said, consumed by rage.

As he spoke, a chilling, sinister gleam flashed through the Black Skeleton's eyes. His remaining left hand suddenly gathered strength, and then fiercely choked his own neck.

After Wu Kai got into the car, an embarrassed Zhuo Shaoliang immediately helped him close the door, turned around to open the passenger-side door, and quickly scrambled in. The moment he shut the door, the car engine roared to life and drove toward the municipal committee building.

Hearing this, Xunyu's beautiful eyes rippled with amusement, and she smiled, "Although I haven't been back for a few years, I frequently heard the wealthy matrons who come to my lifestyle salon talk about that place. Over time, it naturally left an impression."

Hearing Dark Cut address him in such a tone, Fangya could only flush and nod, not daring to utter another word.

"Could it be that something is still missing?" Wei Feng couldn't help but frown. After executing a dozen consecutive punches, this question inevitably arose in his mind.

Veins bulged on Jerry Sloan's temples. During the rest period after the first quarter, his gaze repeatedly drifted toward Del Harris. Jerry Sloan was born in 1942, and Del Harris in 1937. Their coaching tenures in the NBA were also quite close.

The weather was nice so I was airing out my quilt, when the unruly child upstairs poured a whole cup of milk tea right down on it. When I went upstairs to demand an explanation, the parents not only refused to apologize and denied it outright, but immediately demanded, "Show me your proof! If you can't produce it, I'm calling the police for harassment?!"

His hypothesis was correct. Being unable to hear one's own voice meant having no idea what one was actually saying. You might think your oral muscles are expressing carefully considered thoughts, but in reality, you are unconsciously blurting out your truest inner thoughts—raw and unprocessed. Under such a device, lies simply cannot exist.

The light curtain hugging the corridor's pathway sliced through the arrows just emerging from the wall niches in a single split second, cutting every single one of them cleanly apart.

Of course, Zhang Ze provided them with a month's worth of food; after that, avoiding starvation depended entirely on their own efforts. Those who chose to slack off, refuse to work, or simply live off charity would be eliminated after one month.

"Actually, so many years have passed, and I'm fine—I've already let it go. It's my mother who cannot let go," Shen Zhiwei sighed softly, turning her gaze toward the ripples stirred by the wind on the lake surface, her voice as light as willow catkins.

A few minutes later, a glimmer of scarlet light flickered in the eyes of the rat whose head was severely deformed. An unknown force caused it to wobble and crawl back up.

Lin Chaoyan walked over with a look of confusion. Following the direction of her gaze, she spotted two burly men in black suits and dark sunglasses, looking rather terrifying, just like something out of a movie.

"..." Luo Tianxue's mouth twitched slightly. She had seen this exact kind of gaze in Jiang Yunshen's eyes before as well.

Especially to this Dean Ji, whose initial expression of annoyance instantly morphed into one of grave solemnity. It wasn't because he attached great importance to Su Ye's words; rather, it was the posture of treating an impending disaster.

However, she didn't necessarily have to follow his method; she still possessed her own natal spiritual weapon—the Stardust Spear!

Lian Xin often experienced this psychological quirk when shopping: after agonizing over a choice for too long, if she ultimately didn't buy the item, she would feel a lingering sense of guilt.

The two people Ji Yiyi had brought home as guests in the living room were the exact same two she had happened to run into after school that day.

He kicked the door open, scooped her up, placed her sideways on the bed, and used a pair of scissors to cut away the clothing on her back that had already been stained with blood.