Ring

The sales assistant politely escorted Fu Shuhua toward another fitting room.

As his figure vanished behind the door, the breath I had been holding finally escaped in a long release of relief.

Liang Lei swayed her serpentine waist, walked straight over to the sofa beside me, and seated herself with an air of elegance.

Crossing her legs, she casually twirled a strand of cascading wavy hair draped over her shoulder with slender fingers tipped in vibrant red nail polish.

With a look of utter disdain...

The establishment of the Abidjan Agricultural Futures Exchange in Africa was one of the crowning achievements of Li Chen's journey to the continent. It helped Côte d'Ivoire, and indeed the whole of West Africa, reclaim a measure of bargaining power over agricultural products from France and Britain.

Yet, merely because Madam Xuan—his very own maternal aunt—had written a personal letter promising her younger brother a prestigious and leisurely post in Lin'an, his father and mother had eagerly and readily agreed.

One must bear in mind that even within the world of cultivation, special medicinal pills like the Marrow Cleansing Pill typically yielded at most ten pills per cauldron. For someone like Xia Haoran to achieve such a high yield on his very first attempt was nothing short of a miraculous feat.

"She has already woken up. Bai Nian manipulated something to make her claim that my eldest brother did this. Tell her not to worry, and leave the rest to me to handle." Seeing Qiao Song stand up out of the corner of his eye, Su Yinzheng felt his heart tighten. "It's inconvenient for me to talk right now. I'll call you back later."

The sunlight that day had been exceptionally bright, but by afternoon, the sky suddenly turned gloomy. Massive storm clouds gathered overhead, dark and heavy as if threatening to press down upon the earth.

Inside Li Chen's apartment, Diana felt lingering fear after finishing the call. Her father had ultimately agreed to let her stay in Oxford for two days, but the severity and anger in his tone could be felt right through the phone.

"Well now!" Seeing Fuping tuck the silver into her bosom, Madam Xue felt much more at ease. She chattered away, blurting out everything that came to mind, and even recited the entire menu to Fuping.

"You are not a Norse deity; you belong to the race of giants," Richie suddenly guessed his opponent's identity and roared in terror.

"Brother Wang Zhen, your cultivation has progressed significantly during this time! You've reached the peak of the late Xuan stage and can step into the Earth stage at any moment!" Xia Haoran said with a smile.

Xia Haoran smiled inwardly, thinking: With such a comical companion to keep Li Mengyao company, she shouldn't feel lonely while he was away.

Though Zeng Guofan could not voice his displeasure outwardly, deep in his heart, a profound resentment toward Luo Bingzhang had already taken root. The imperial court had already issued clear edicts: all matters concerning local militia in Hunan were to be decided solely by Zeng Guofan, and neither the governor-general nor the governor was to interfere.

The zombie, which had been hesitating moments before, suddenly sprang into action! It opened its bloody maw and let out a shrill, terrifying roar toward Bai Yi, the corners of its mouth splitting apart in a horrifying grin all the way to its ears. Waving arms tipped with long, sharp nails, the creature unleashed astonishing explosive power, charging fiercely forward and kicking up a trail of fine yellow dust from the ground.

Lei Yang's strength was terrifying. Chen Jie said that Lei Yang was already there when he arrived, making him one of the earliest disciples who had provided them with a great deal of help. Though he did not know much about Lei Yang, Chen Jie knew that Lei Yang's power was beyond anything they could imagine.

"Get lost!" Shoving Jian Ya away with a strong push, Yao Tie flushed with embarrassment, his eyes glaring wildly as he lunged forward, claws bared. The two of them immediately tumbled into a wrestling ball.

Having made up his mind, Yang Chong chose not to waste effort on selecting usable individuals from among these people; instead, he did the exact opposite, placing himself directly in the most perilous position.

Trading blows back and forth with astonishing momentum, one of them wore a light blue standard combat uniform, his long hair casually tied back and streaming behind him. His movements always appeared effortless, yet they unfailingly produced devastating results, dodging and shifting gracefully as if in no hurry to finish the fight.

The students glared at their homeroom teacher with unfriendly gazes, their faces clearly broadcasting the question: What did you do? Confess at once.