23 Strawberry

Seeing that Yi Yang seemed impervious to both soft and hard tactics, the two reporters were at a loss. They couldn't possibly have staked out the airport for so long only to return with two such non-committal remarks.

Nangong Youruo cast a cold glance at the man and ignored him. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man was completely unfazed, shamelessly persisting: "Hello, my name is Wu Tian, owner of Mingguang Real Estate. Might we become friends?" As he spoke, he extended his right hand.

In the past, when Durant left the Thunder, he had complained that the Thunder might be the only championship-contending team in the league whose roster grew younger every year, implying that the Thunder's management was inactive in the transfer market and failed to effectively bolster the team's strength.

"Quiet," Jiang Dong said, waving his hand as he continued forward. The aura of death felt like a living thing; when Jiang Dong reached a point thirty or forty meters from the palace, the dense miasma seemed to catch the scent of prey, emitting a low moan like the howling of wind as it rapidly swirled toward him.

As for that bottle of '88 Moutai, although Li Hu kept insisting they open it, Tian Yang dissuaded him, saying they should wait until their shop opened and they had earned some money; good liquor, after all, was hard to come by.

Just as Harris let his guard down, Yi Yang suddenly accelerated, startling the former All-Star guard into a hurried retreat.

"This is a Soul-Returning Pill. You can leave the Xue family for now; Li Batian should be wounded and back at the Green Dragon Gang as well." Xue Lian flew to Jiang Dong's side and handed him a white porcelain bottle.

Liu Chen laughed heartily, and at these words, a blush instantly appeared on Murong Jing's cheeks.

A faint bitterness washed into her throat, but the aftertaste turned milky and sweet; a cloying sensation suddenly rose in her throat, so sickly sweet it made her want to retch.

"How incredibly weak," the Golden Donkey said with disappointment. It had hoped to rely on a powerful faction for support, but after all this, the strongest person in the entire Hundred Flowers Valley had a lower cultivation level than it did.

The room grew much quieter. Wutong Residence was planted with many trees, and early in the morning, the air smelled fresh.

"You walked out from here?" Ye Shaoxuan was shocked once again. Why, why did it feel like everything was such a coincidence? The one who accompanied him through his growth for over a dozen years was him, and when he left Tianjing City, the one who left immediately afterward was also him.

The great powers within Flying Peak sensed this destructive force, and countless formations rose up at that moment, layer upon layer of barriers shielding the peak.

Qin Ziyuan looked up and discovered that Qin Xiqian had fallen asleep at some point. She shook her head with a hint of helplessness and turned to look at the moon blocked by the curtains.

In an instant, the young soldier's face assumed that familiar expression that made one want to kick him twice; for him, this expression signified confidence and inner strength.

Although the Dragon-Snake Orchid had heaven-defying effects, taking it alone would waste its potency; only by refining it into pills could its true power be unleashed.

Legend had it that many who entered the Death Canyon never returned. It was said that the canyon held treasures and secret manuals for god-like cultivation techniques, and that those destined to find them would be set for life. Thus, even though everyone knew the risks of entering, they still rushed in excitedly.

He looked last at Qi Ming, who raised his head and smiled slightly at him, invisibly dissolving the chilling air.

His clothes whipped in the wind, his hair flew, and he opened his arms gently. His clear eyes watched the arm-thick crimson lightning arc descending toward him, showing no trace of fear.

Never mind those informal livestreams; even on professional streaming platforms, weren't there people who were married with children, only to have their own wives go out and perform suggestive content for money?

Jiang Xiaosui’s chopsticks paused as she picked up food, thinking to herself that a husband knows his wife best—you really are becoming more and more perceptive.

What gave them a greater advantage was that the Houston Rockets had cleanly swept the Utah Jazz 4-0 in the first round.

Without a doubt, this purple-robed powerhouse was in the Saint Lord realm and could sense Chu Qingyun's approximate location.

The security here was extremely tight, with dozens of burly men in black suits and sunglasses patrolling between the gambling tables.

Watching Shi Xiuyuan lie down right next to her, Xia Suyue tensed up all over and shifted closer to her son.

What Jiang Xiaosui was dissatisfied with was that the eldest sister-in-law was disrespectful to Song Youshan and was always inciting Old Madam Jiang to anger her mother-in-law.

If you don't cooperate, it doesn't matter; I'll show you what kind of treatment a cooperative crew receives. Once you have nothing and the progress is hopelessly stalled, you'll know what attitude to adopt.

With a gentle pull, Su Mei was drawn into Zhao Changhe's embrace as if by magnetism, flying toward him against her will.

The Zhu family had been in business for generations, and the family enterprise only truly flourished after Zhu's father inherited it, which was why he held considerable prestige in the Jiangnan merchant circles.

"Cough, do you really want me to act all lovey-dovey in front of you? If I really did that, given your temperament, you'd probably hide from me first," Mu Ran replied, glaring back.

For some time now, she and Tong Ran had had absolutely no intersection. Although that was her original intention—to treat Tong Ran like air—things always diverged from what she expected.

At this moment, the space was no longer just a floor of black and white extremes surrounded by walls of white mist; it had become an exceptionally vast palace.

"Why don't you answer? If I hadn't come back, would you never have come to look for me?" Mu Ran knew she was being willful asking this, but she couldn't help herself.

Taking a deep breath, a sharp glint flashed in his fiery red eyes. His figure flickered and vanished from the spot, speeding forward. There were still many matters in Red Melt City that required his resolution, and those powerhouses from other kingdoms were not to be trifled with.

While the crowd was in shock, the nine demonic beasts suddenly transformed into nine compasses, then into nine streaks of light, flying into Luo Shizong's Universe Bag.

Why were they all like this? Always willing to sacrifice her to protect Qing Wu. Master was willing to gouge out her eyes for Qing Wu, and Yuan Xu wanted to kill her for Qing Wu's sake.