Volume 1, Chapter 49: President Su Accompanies Her Livestream

Ji Yanli said, "I've seen her once, at He Xin's birthday banquet last time, but I haven't seen her since."

Shu Xingruo commanded in an authoritative tone, "Find her and figure out who instructed her to give me that glass of wine back then. Of course, if she is talking nonsense, I hope you'll be able to tell."

Regarding what happened in the past, Ji Yanli had gradually let go. Shu Xingruo had saved him, borne his children, loved him, cared for him meticulously, and now had even lost her fertility; the resentment from those years slowly dissipated.

He said, "Actually, I don't mind anymore."

Shu Xingruo looked straight into his eyes: "I mind. You cursed me for sleeping my way to the top for six years, and I must find out the mastermind behind it all." ......

The puppy's eyes widened, its smile freezing on its face, locked in a certain moment. I don't know since when, dark clouds gathered across the horizon again, casting a gloomy shroud over everything. The mountain wind wailed, sounding aggrieved and mournful, even closer to the howling of ghosts.

"Hoo... hoo..." The breathing, suppressed to the absolute limit, came from his mouth... Under the strong emotional fluctuations, the shadow of a black tree-like pattern and purple arcs of electricity appeared on his right hand once more.

The immense energy was enough to distort space itself, and things like souls would probably be dealt with by just a single shockwave.

"Who the hell dares to plot against the Ancestor," cursed the old man. Being struck by lightning did nothing to him at all, save for making his face a little blacker and puffing out some smoke. This alone showed the extremity of his cultivation.

"Nonsense, we are only here to kill a traitor. Although that Emperor Zhao is muddle-headed, he is the main pillar supporting the world. If he were to die as well, the realm would surely fall into chaos."

When Li Shishi finished saying this, a faint worry rose in her heart once more. Originally, she had been consistently trying to dissuade Wang Zha, telling him not to attend this gathering.

Wait, why not put down the umbrella we are holding before showering wisdom upon the world? Doesn't this mean that when the heavens bestow wisdom upon us, we are all holding umbrellas, blocking away all wisdom?

Wang Zha always heard people say this sentence, though he did not know what it meant. Later, he associated it with certain events and figured out these connections. Ever since then, when riding public buses, he disliked giving up his seat, and when riding the subway, he also disliked giving up his seat.

In the distance, Pain of the Heavenly Path sensed the gaze coming from the Rock Ninja, raised his head, and locked eyes with Akatsuchi simultaneously.

Li Shishi and Wang Zha looked at each other in dismay, and immediately Li Shishi burst into tears of joy, throwing herself into Wang Zha's embrace.

It is easy to understand why the number of laborers continues to grow. After all, once Tokugawa Tateyan comes to power, he will certainly carry out a new round of purges domestically. There is no telling how many people will suffer during this process; 200,000 is only a conservative estimate, and this number is expected to grow in the future.

Although the population is constantly diverging, including family members, the Steed Group still officially has only 100,000 employees on paper.

I made up a fake name; I couldn't let him know my real name, and I must avoid meeting him in the future.

Xin Zihan thought he had said something deeply emotional and wanted to get a response from Yu Kexin. However, Yu Kexin remained silent, not uttering a single word.

Ye Chenmeng frowned, terrified that all-powerful reporters might have tracked her down, making her jumpy and suspicious at every shadow.

She only felt that Sister Zhang's hand was exceptionally warm, carrying a sense of familiarity. The warm, large hand found the location of the uterus, easily touching a hard lump just below the navel. It was also the first time Ye Chenmeng felt that Sister Zhang's palms were somewhat calloused, and the warm palm applied gentle, moderate strength, tracing circles around the uterus with utmost tenderness.

Yet just as Pavlov and the others began to lose interest once again, Ren Xudong fed the workpiece into the four-way forging hammer using a clamp, and then dropped the control lever at the side. Accompanied by a not-so-loud rumble, the previously stationary four-way hammers simultaneously smashed toward the tubular workpiece in the center.

Bo Yin sat with his hands crossed on the conference table, his facial features exceptionally sharp and well-defined, his lips thin, a half-smile lingering at the corners of his mouth. His gaze looked toward our side, distant and profound.

Yue Ming looked at Wei Renwu without speaking, but his eyes seemed to ask Wei Renwu what on earth was going on.

Only then did Ye Chenmeng put her mind at ease. Leng Yifeng had after all been injured because of her; despite wanting to keep her distance from him, deep down she still felt a sense of guilt.

"Brother Fusheng, this guy is asking us to hand over our rings, what do you think?" Zhang Genda asked with a smile.

"Here, I'm giving you the Dragon-Slaying Spear," the auntie said with utmost solemnity and reverence, handing something over to me with both hands.

"Idol, it's the other foot." Boggs's words were a genuine insult to my memory. It was the idiot; why didn't it just quietly switch feet instead of shouting it out loud like that? It really made me lose face.

She could only blankly emit a few dry moans following his movements. What else could she do? If she resisted, there was no telling it would only make him even angrier. At a time like this, she didn't truly want to provoke him; otherwise, the only one who would suffer losses would be herself.

Although he didn't know what had happened here, he knew that this mission was not merely about acting as a bodyguard here for three months.

At that time, after regaining his footing, Ye Futheng moved again, engaging Bao Zifeng in close-combat hand-to-hand combat. However, no matter what moves Ye Fusheng used—whether with his hands or feet—they were easily neutralized one by one by Bao Zifeng. Bao Zifeng wasn't even using his full strength, merely adapting his defenses and counterattacks according to the rhythm of Ye Fusheng's footsteps.

"There's no need! I just want to go home and visit on the first day of the Lunar New Year; I can stay at the shop for the rest of the time." No matter how unwilling she was to return to that home, she felt that during the New Year, she should still go back and take a brief look. As for the rest of the time, she wouldn't stay there to invite other people's disgust.

"Kill!" A shrill scream erupted from within the blue light, and instantly a sharp sword pierced rapidly through the air, attempting to ambush Wu Liang.

The arrogant Shisui had forgotten one thing—Demon Trigger. Since he was the descendant of Sparda, he naturally possessed demonic bloodlines, which naturally meant he could transform into a demon.

The galloping wild horse deals 25 physical damage. You have died, and death has stripped away your experience points.

At the same time, Bei Wuxue held a snow-white, gleaming short sword in his hand and lunged straight at Pang Feng.

He wrapped one arm around my shoulder. I leaned against him quietly, feeling as though the two of us were an old, married couple.

Nian Hua was overjoyed. Turning his head, he saw Ma Beixiong, Mei Tiehe, and others walking toward them.

The watermelon ended up in grandpa's arms, and it wasn't scared anymore. It looked at my father with sobs, seemingly wanting to say that just a moment ago, it had been scared out of its wits.