Volume One, Chapter 45: Newlyweds
“Thirty gold beans!” Ke’er and Ayi exclaimed together. Their entire tribe had only managed to gather fifty silver beans, and twenty gold beans equaled fifteen hundred silver beans—wasn’t this an astronomical price?
An Ran leisurely walked to the edge of the grape trellis, gazing at the bunches of green grapes before her. Suddenly, she longed to use her wood-element power to hasten their ripening and then pick them to make wine. That would surely taste delicious.
“In a few days, the Ruyi Trading Company will auction the Nourishment Pill,” Feng Tianlan answered without addressing the question. The fifth-grade Nourishment Pill was given to her by Si Mobai, so naturally, she could not disclose that.
The authorization information for the door keys had been distributed dozens, even hundreds of times within a single day from his hands.
At that moment, An Ran looked at Zhou Yize and saw her own image reflected in his stunning phoenix-like eyes, filled with tender warmth. He couldn’t tear his gaze away.
Feng Tianlan held the embroidered box. “Watch carefully. I only touched the box, not the pills.” Saying this, she tossed the box, along with the marrow-cleansing pill, away.
“Are we attracting too many poisoned people? After the barrier opens, Xuzhou City will be almost completely exposed. If the city gates are breached by the corpse tide, won’t all the citizens suffer?” Bai Rong frowned deeply.
The flying sword and the black light struggled for a full ten breaths. Though it eventually pierced the black light, the sword’s edge vanished.
Liu Yiran shook his dazed head, fanning the large bump on it with his wings. Only then did he look toward the place where the squeaking sound had just come from.
Daylight in summer seemed endlessly long. After a long while, the moon slowly rose from the east. The dark blue night sky was studded with countless star-like diamonds. A gentle breeze blew over the pond, where expansive lotus leaves stretched like covers, and tender pink lotus flowers bloomed gracefully, charming and delightful.
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Anyone with even a modicum of intelligence would understand that such a giant rat could not simply appear out of nowhere.
The second person among the negotiators startled Li Chen. Accompanied by his father-in-law Edward, the Duke of Somerset sought a private discussion with Li Chen after the wedding banquet about this matter.
“It is indeed somewhat troublesome…” Ka Dun scratched his head. The project was promising, but after the split of the Soviet Union, whether it could continue was a major question. In any case, Li Chen recalled that these four multinational pipelines hadn’t been completed by 2010.
Xiang Ye headed toward the artificial lake and indeed saw Taiyin sitting on a large rock with a fishing rod in hand. Gabriel lay beside her, eyes closed, idly playing with Taiyin’s tail.
With a “crack,” Chang Guang sheathed his long sword. No one saw how he drew it or the path of his blade; all they witnessed was the captain’s bulletproof vest bursting open with a “bang,” and the submachine gun in his hand snapping into two pieces a second later.
Su Yi’s shoulder trembled slightly but she remained silent, turning her back to Yun Rou and lying down on the bed, pulling the quilt over her head. Yun Rou sighed and chose to say no more.
Wang Haoming withdrew his spiritual power and looked thoughtfully at the mural before him. Although his spiritual power had been used frequently these days and was considerably depleted, it was still no different from before.
Although the Li family had a good relationship with HSBC, their ties with Standard Chartered Bank were also strong. Many of the Li family’s private accounts and wealth management institutions were with Standard Chartered. Faced with such a choice, family head Li Ji had to consider carefully.
The county magistrate Ou lost his voice. He had just wanted to negotiate with them, but unexpectedly, they gave him no chance at all.
No one expected that the proud Ji Mingruo would soften; to many, this was as unbelievable as a fairy tale.
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The youth named Kexie, seeing his master angry, dared not speak further and respectfully withdrew from the Seven Star Hall.
When Molan stormed into the Xuanwu Hall, Mo Xinglang had already broken a leg. Now, in his eyes, these two were like demons. Even if he wanted to curry favor, he didn’t know how to start.
Li Hao looked at the mission reward information. According to the game’s rules, this Haisteng handmade mattress must be expensive. If he remembered correctly, the priciest mattress from this brand sold for 1.2 million euros, equivalent to 9.35 million yuan.
“Then let’s go.” He withdrew his pressure, no longer appearing overbearing, but his stature alone radiated a formidable aura.
“Dragon Swordsman Long Ling.” Ji Mingruo said coldly. Obviously, he had heard of the title of the Northern Desert’s Long family’s third son.
Though left unsaid, the implication was clear: if Jie Mu were her opponent, she would likely kill to silence him rather than linger in a drawn-out struggle.
Eyes brimming with vibrant life force suddenly opened. Dark red radiance flickered violently. The terrifying pressure of seven primal spirits surged forth, flooding the vast black stone plaza like a storm, radiating like lightning. The strength and breadth of the spiritual power were soul-shaking.
This was Ye Taoling’s wedding gown—the one she had worn for Bai Shu. The more Ye Taoling thought, the more her heart ached, and she felt powerless to resist the raging flames around her, nor did she have the will to try breaking free from the control of the Golden Cauldron.