Volume One, Chapter 22: No Dog Can Resist the Scent of a Steaming Meat Bun

“Is this a punishment?” The plainly dressed Mu Cheng, who didn’t look like Mu Cheng at all, followed behind the Retired Emperor and asked.

Shen Yanqing always knew she was born into the family but had never seen her parents nor asked about them.

Seeing that she was not his offspring, a trace of disappointment flickered across his face, but being the slick man he was, he naturally did not show it.

Ji Jiu lowered his eyes, staring at the time ticking on the treadmill, gasping heavily without answering.

“You!” Zheng Lianchang was shocked; he did not expect such a secret to be exposed with a single remark.

The last three remaining unconventional immortals of the mortal realm also arrived, requesting Emperor Dao Yan to take control of the Heavenly Court.

She was not the first to lead the charge; many artists had already walked the red carpet before her, some had completed interviews and were busy taking photos. Backstage, various staff crowded together in chaos.

Clearly wanting to give Shen Yanqing some privacy, she understood his intention well. So after Lin Zhihan led everyone over, she went off in another direction.

A fair hand gently rested on her belly, soothing it rhythmically until the little one inside finally calmed.

Wei Xiao unleashed the fire-controlling technique, forming six clusters of true fire around his head with his left hand forming seals, while his right hand fanned the precious fan continuously, intensifying the flames until Lei Gang screamed in agony.

“Brother Mu, may I ask boldly, what divine weapon have you obtained?” Ao Li finally spoke up.

However, where there are benefits, there are also drawbacks. This item, although miraculous, capable of rapidly assembling an elite force, once its effects wear off, especially after multiple uses, severely impacts the user’s mind, gradually robbing them of sanity.

The Mysterious Emperor was enraged; above his head appeared a hazy world. A divine bell floated, trembling slightly, capable of suppressing three thousand worlds. Once rung, it could annihilate eternity.

“Brother Li, what’s wrong?” Mu Xiaotian noticed Ao Li’s serious expression and sent a telepathic message.

Hearing the grave tone and seeing Mu Xiaotian’s earnest attitude, everyone became alert, ready to follow his command.

Such matters cannot be rushed. Regarding the choice of the soul of the drama, Liu Daofei only offered his suggestion. Whether it swayed them depended on their own decisions.

Guo Zairong had indeed prepared thoroughly, perhaps because of Liu Weiqiang’s influence, adding resumes and notes behind each artist.

Walking over was Di Qian, whom they had met briefly before. The figure previously seen was but a manifestation; his current appearance was unchanged and immediately recognized.

“No, Your Majesty, it should be a Gaia consciousness.” At that moment, Xiao Yi suddenly felt a tremor in his mental space.

Ding Feng moved his mind, focusing on the stone gate beneath the World Tree. At the moment the leaf of time coalesced, he triggered a vibration in the gate and obtained some information.

A golden giant cone suddenly took shape before the disintegrating talisman paper, brilliantly condensed, shooting straight toward the obsidian giant gate opposite.

Facing the impending third thunder tribulation, Lan Haoren nearly bit through his own teeth. Seeing the one he loved endure such pain, feeling utterly powerless was the worst.

“I don’t know about this. After all, I’m not from Henuo City. I came here because of a friend. Altogether, it’s been less than two months. Why, did you sense something?” Xuanyuan asked curiously.

“Yes, Ying Zuo Zhenzhao asked me, and I told him without reservation,” Feng Chen replied.

“You!!!” Orochimaru was furious—how shameless to launch a sneak attack! But at the moment Huang Jidong stabbed into Orochimaru, he felt no pain because Huang Jidong exuded no killing intent or murderous aura.

Arriving at the back of the government office, this was the entrance to the dungeon, guarded by three groups spaced about ten meters apart.

However, Samsung Group’s most profitable business was likely Samsung Electronics, leaving Lee Jae-yong overwhelmed.

The conference room was quiet, and everyone was unusually serious and focused during today’s meeting.

Wu Song was to strongly support Lv Fang and Guo Sheng in selling medicinal herbs. Despite giving up fifty percent of the profits, Lv Fang and Guo Sheng were still delighted, and there was a reason for that.

If they really managed to rescue Michael, Guang Chengzi and the others would certainly be in danger. They might even do something before leaving.

Under the influence of the berserker potion, Butcher felt no pain, but the impacts only fueled his fury.

After drinking the berserker potion, Butcher’s resistance to stun grenades was astonishing. The flashing lights and noise had little effect, but only provoked him more.

Yet no matter how he searched, he could find no one, for there was not a single figure around—only desolate silence.

“Sigh, could you stand that? Yang Lan must have cried sadly, right?” President Fu sighed for me, his eyes full of sympathy.

That damned scoundrel actually brought her to such a place—an absolute dead end with no escape.

Her waist was tight, accentuating her slender waist and perky hips.

“That’s a good suggestion. Yang Lan, we all have computers and internet access. We can call private schools one by one and get to the bottom of this,” Liu Hong said.

Although Lin Su thought that even if Tang Dayou had made some mistake at the Agricultural Bureau before, it shouldn’t be too serious. However, if others exaggerated it, in this current campaign of cracking down on corruption, Tang Dayou could be dismissed.

To ensure they could defeat the prison guards, Bai Gang studied magic and also learned elven combat techniques from Gilnas.

Her hand was suddenly released. Unsure of what was happening, Lu Ping slid beside her and hugged her tightly, and the two rolled down a snowy slope.

Buffett began acquiring shares of China National Petroleum in batches starting in 2003 and successfully escaped before the financial crisis.

Riding along the road from Chang’an to Yuanlou Village, the wheat fields beside were already golden. The heavy ears of wheat swayed in the warm summer breeze, filling the air with a fragrant grain scent.

The boat emerged from the reeds into a vast expanse of water, where fish occasionally swam. Deng Fei, unable to hold back, borrowed a long knife from Meng Kang and surprisingly speared a large fish, prompting cheers from the group.

Then the second question: Since war cannot be stopped, what would the Red-Haired Pirates do when the Navy amasses forces strong enough to annihilate the Whitebeard Pirates?