Chapter 46

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Previously, when Liu Erqiang’s men came by, he gave that guy a hundred yuan and managed to get some information.
Fortunately, Wu Shengyao’s habit of boxing kept her arm strength strong, and when Fan Jingmo hit the brakes, she grabbed the handrail behind her in time, allowing them to come through unscathed.
In terms of the skillful art of dividing spoils, no one in this era could surpass the master of heavy punches.
What surprised Jiang Haonan even more was that he had just signed a major contract and urgently needed funds to circulate.
Everyone was stunned by the sudden scene, their eyes widening in disbelief, mouths gradually agape.
Tang Miaoyu couldn’t bear to see Mr. C’s big watery eyes, looking hopeful like a child.
Only after encountering ghosts, zombies, and learning about the Ascension Order did he realize that immortals truly existed in this world—though they were rather peculiar.
First, Qu Yiming and he had early on established the entire framework and rules of the Immortal Path game. Even if the other side seized control of the system, they lacked the ability to set parameters like Qu Yiming, the true master; they could only use it mechanically. So, in the short term, things didn’t differ much from his expectations.
The two factions of officials were fiercely battling, their mouths shouting “Long live,” while inwardly harboring extreme disdain.
As mentioned before, for the nine main contenders and four substitutes heading to the East Asian Martial Arts Championship, both the Martial Arts Alliance and the National Martial Arts Association had each recommended four main players and two substitutes, leaving only the captain’s position undecided. However, this was not the final roster.
At another table, a group of people kept their heads down, eating heartily, even casually snatching food from the neighboring table, utterly indifferent to the endless speech from the stage.
The first trial was the stone steps before them; rumor had it that anyone who ascended these steps would qualify as a disciple of the Ultimate Dao Sect.
Liu Fan’s secret letter had already made it clear: this time, they must play the fool and strike decisively to conquer Liangzhou. It was likely that 200,000 to 400,000 enemy troops would gather around Longshan.
“Haha, old Liu is really unlucky. Got food poisoning at noon and missed the evening party. The locals said it wasn’t spicy, and he actually believed them!” This voice mocked, taking delight in a friend’s misery as if it were their own gossip.
“Stop!” Suddenly, a deep voice echoed above, and an aged figure appeared, trying to stop the dreadful hand.

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Windsor wore a stern, unwelcoming expression, coldly declining the invitation to “have a drink.”
“No, it seems unrelated to them. What about you? Did you find any corpses or anything?” Sun Qian asked.
Among Baidu’s few hundred ordinary employees, even with just a few hundred shares, many had become millionaires, at least in renminbi terms.
Jiang Yuyan’s words were not wrong. For years, Zhu Wushi had maintained the image of a loyal minister, but he always had to weigh countless consequences, often working cautiously. If Chen Fan had faced Zhu Wushi’s situation, even admitting the truth wouldn’t have led to any repercussions.
“This is the first trial??” Su Yang was startled, feeling the immense pressure of heaven and earth, his gaze filled with fear as he looked at Qin Yu.
After Sun Wuji disabled him, he didn’t rush back but stood facing north, motionless.
After all, in Gu Fei’s past experiences, no strong person had ever smiled upon hearing of his talents.
When Xiao Beichen’s fist was about to smash down on his head, his steps suddenly shifted, his body tilting slightly, narrowly dodging the strike. Then, his fingers came together to press on Xiao Beichen’s wrist.
Zhang Yang’s face suddenly darkened. Behind him stood the Zhang family, allied with the Wei family. He had studied abroad for years, and upon returning, his father urged him to get close to Wei Xueqin, whose father apparently shared the sentiment. So, their fathers arranged a meeting.
“What happened?” The matchmaker’s panic hadn’t yet subsided when Meng Yun dealt her a heavy blow.
Ji Yuyou buried her head against the man’s neck, immersed in the desires of the body, yet his gaze remained clear, evidently not lost in passion.
“Mom, I urge you to think carefully before speaking,” Yue Linghan said, lifting his eyes with a calm yet warning look that left no room for misunderstanding.
“Now, only Brother Zhuzi and Cheng Qiang remain. If they arrive in time, I believe our chances of victory are quite strong!” I said.
The children of the third household grumbled unhappily over not getting any dishes and were scolded by Old Lin, forcing them to eat plain rice in displeasure.
Climbing uphill and downhill was exhausting, yet Ji Yuyou was thrilled, holding a park map and confidently leading the way.

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After speaking, Vice President Wei’s sharp gaze pierced me like twin swords, making me sweat nervously as if pricked by needles.
I pondered silently—where could I find evidence of Xu Minghui’s affair? I was too angry to take photos or recordings when I caught him that day; now, I had no proof.
I was driven mad by Yang Kexin’s venomous and shameless insults. I admit the last thing I said was purely to provoke her.
As long as the rhythm was right, each strike was launched at the perfect beat; Xiao En already felt the second and third floors trembling.
Knowing there would be a grand feast in the evening, my excitement was like someone starved for years. I worked hard all afternoon, first helping him get bank statements, then preparing an agreement that satisfied him.
For a gunslinger, a good firearm was undoubtedly crucial, but overreliance on guns was futile.
Harman’s expression darkened when Heinz spoke of “ordinary people” with an emphasized tone—those damned, fastidious Germans.
“I was wrong! Husband, rest assured that when we return, I will serve you and Yinuo well!” Liuyunyan blushed shyly, fluttering her enchanting autumn eyes.
He knew Xiao Li was only level 10 but deliberately said, “One person, one sand scorpion,” secretly hoping to see Xiao Li fail. Yet Xiao Li’s response was a silent slap in the face.
“Don’t worry, although father-in-law is a capitalist’s son, he always keeps his word; he wouldn’t do such a thing,” Yin Rourou said.
“Luo Qin is already eighteen. According to the kingdom’s customs and laws, he is an adult and can ascend to the throne!” Luo Lin’s words stopped here, his eyes filled with inquiry.