Chapter 53 Enjoying It More and More

Even she herself could not escape it!
Yu Zui had experienced the astonishing effects of the facial mask firsthand last night.
Therefore, she found the customers' ecstatic reactions completely understandable.
Of course, it was also because every time a new product came out from Yu's Sundry Shop, its effects were astonishingly good, immediately attracting a loyal following of customers. Over time, Yu Zui had gradually developed some immunity to such strong reactions.
Moving on to the videos related to the facial masks, the comment sections for every single type of mask were filled...
Moreover, she did not necessarily have to limit herself to a physical storefront; she could also open an online shop. By running both a physical and an online store simultaneously, she might just successfully carve out a profitable path forward.
Indeed, this tournament format seemed terribly unfair, because there were many spirit masters who specialized purely in support abilities. Were they simply destined to lose in a competition like this?
He had no idea about the situation of the enemy on the other side, nor of the defeated Han troops. Moving forward now was effectively equivalent to walking blindfolded. What exactly was waiting for him ahead? He had no way of knowing, and could only take things one step at a time.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have screamed in fright, and even someone with slightly thicker nerves would have turned around to see who was behind them.
Mo Fan withdrew his thoughts and pulled back his left hand. The insulated iron ball in midair emitted a dazzling radiance as his eyes narrowed slightly.
This was precisely what Ji Feixiang worried about the most. If Su Chenyang were to change his heart in the future, Shangguan Hongyan's entire life would be ruined.
However, after a few days, the joyous laughter of the soldiers grew fewer, and morale had dropped significantly.
To everyone's astonishment, Chen Xuan removed the threadgrass from the cauldron when it was only half-refined and not yet fully formed into powder. Setting it aside, he immediately began refining other medicinal herbs.
The leader looked around at Night Eagle, Phoenix, Yilan, and Big Bear, his brows furrowing deeply.
Zhou Jiang had not finished speaking when his words were cut short, because he could no longer force them out. Why couldn't he speak? Because Yin Haitang suddenly threw her arms around him and planted her thick lips squarely onto his. In that very instant, a pungent wave of strong garlic odor rushed straight to Zhou Jiang's brain, almost knocking him out cold.
"Nicole, don't be like this. A normal man won't be able to keep holding back if this keeps up," Wu Yuan said, rubbing his nose with a hint of awkwardness.
Qin Song pondered for a moment and said, "I will not let Cailian's hard work go to waste; I still choose to refine it myself. It's just tough on Cailian." As he spoke, he squeezed Cailian's hand tightly to convey his determination.
"Old Lin! Your child is so thoughtful with gifts. I already drank the tea she brought, and just now I was telling her that my child is about the same age as your Linlin."
Perhaps Professor Horace Slughorn's previous assessment was correct... It was indeed a "frail" dark magic artifact of the mystical realm. After successive attacks on the toad at the Leaky Cauldron and then Draco Malfoy, it had completely exhausted its power.
His words were entirely true; Jing Ling, who was merely at the Soul Elder level, had not even lasted three rounds before being cut down by the students of the Spirit Hall.
At that moment, a Sword Sect disciple leaped onto the arena stage, catching the attention of Qin Song and Zhang Wuhe. They temporarily set aside their polite pleasantries to see which sage sect disciple would step up to battle this challenger.
What Fang Lun had not anticipated was that the tournament format happened to fall on this particular match. Although his side had won the first round, if they suffered a reverse sweep, the opponent would still take the match points.
Relying on her superb medical skills, Qian Xuan was able to rapidly recover her condition and throw herself back into battle, which was how she had accumulated such a high score.
With a soft mutter, she examined the structure closely, wondering if there were any design elements she could borrow.
Unexpectedly, her phone suddenly rang. Upon seeing who was calling, Leng Su initially had no intention of answering, but the ringtone continued relentlessly, sounding like a soul-summoning bell.
Leng Su had never considered herself a good person. As long as she and the people she cared about were not harmed, she was capable of standing from a detached, bystander's perspective to view issues fairly.