Chapter 136: Assistance

Yes, assistance.

The Shen family did not care who she was; they only knew her reputation was better than Wen Han’s and that she could help Shen Liangyan in his career. Compared to his constant womanizing and refusal to settle down, this outcome was far more desirable.

Xu Yu looked at Shen Liangyan. Though his eyes and the corners of his mouth carried a smile, there seemed to be no warmth in his gaze.

It was no wonder he was unhappy. Being forced to marry someone he didn't care for—if it were her, she wouldn't be happy either.

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The sky gradually turned bright, the rising sun chasing away the moon that still lingered in the heavens. The entire Dafang Mountain was in ruins, with charred corpses scattered everywhere.

"I think so too! Let's examine the source of the infection first, and once it is confirmed, we can provide symptomatic treatment!" Li Junyue said.

The Pope walked slowly out of the hall, his body appearing ghost-like, hovering an inch above the ground, yet to any observer, it truly seemed as if he were walking. After the Pope departed, Sala finally raised his head and wiped the sweat from his brow. He looked around and realized everyone else was performing the exact same action.

"It concerns the Changshan Coal Industry Group and the Changshan Mining Group," Wang Yilong said tentatively.

I wanted to chase after them, but I couldn't move my feet. I collapsed backward onto the sand dune, shivering uncontrollably; I couldn't tell if it was from the cold or from excitement.

In Yangzhou during July, the days are very long. Even though it was already 7:00 PM, the sun had only just dipped below the horizon.

The rebel army on the left, seeing the government troops charging toward them, flew into a rage. The leading rebel general shouted, "Huang Degong! Sun Kewang, a great general under the command of the Eight Great Kings, is here! Do you think your Grandpa Sun is someone to be bullied? Take this!" With that, he charged at Huang Degong.

According to the order of the drawing, the eighth person to duel with Xia Jie in archery was Qie, the second grandson of the former Hou Yi, an archer with a skill level of only six feathers.

"Right, right." I remembered now. When he toasted me and I refused to drink, he said I didn't give him face, and he had Daliang slap me. I was certainly arrogant enough back then.

Wang Yilong nodded, thinking to himself: It seems that by suspending the production lines for red wine and cigars, I have actually been counterproductive—a case of losing the watermelon while trying to pick up sesame seeds.

"An engagement? Then why did you ask for an alliance with me? Wouldn't it have been easier to just go abroad and get engaged?" Shangguan Zihan finally relaxed; so it was just an engagement, that made things a little better.

Ryan Zeus, who had just been squatting at the bow of the ship, turned his head to look at the man. He saw him shake the water off his hands and then look at the auction list.

Old Eleven stopped wasting words with them and took them directly to see the ship they were building. Although it was larger than an average fishing boat, it really couldn't be compared to the treasure ships of the Ming Dynasty. They lacked the technology, and they lacked the time; they could only move forward slowly, accumulating experience bit by bit.

Looking at the blood and brain matter on Li Hongming's fists, a wave of nausea washed over Gus.

"Yu is a playful child; he's probably with Ya right now. Let's start cooking first. Perhaps they'll be back in a while." Just as he spoke, an unusual commotion was heard coming from the cabin.

Consequently, Mina happily went to change into a new outfit and grabbed a new handbag, her face filled with uncontainable joy and excitement.

After that, the rhythm of the entire match fell under our control. We stuck to one philosophy: if the enemy retreats, we advance; if the enemy advances, we strike hard. We were simply unreasonable, riding roughshod over the Shura team, slapping them in the face, and leaving them completely helpless.

Youli said with a depressed look that his own good friend was in such a state, having seduced Peng Ke into the bathroom, claiming with a high-minded excuse that he wanted to have a good time before he died.

Moreover, as his spiritual power surged, Feng Feiyu’s pupils subtly changed, and a dangerous, beast-like aura began to seep out from his body, thread by thread.

Mu Ze looked down on the person in front of him from the bottom of his heart, thinking: She is the biological sister of that person, so how could there be such a difference?