Buy a private jet.

The next afternoon, after coaxing Jiang Jingmo into a nap, Li Danruo quietly slipped out of the side room. She had only walked a few steps when she saw Jiang Yanshu turning around. Upon seeing Li Danruo, Jiang Yanshu hurried over. The two exchanged greetings, and Li Danruo invited Jiang Yanshu into the main room. Zhu Yi served tea, shot a glance at Li Danruo, and then withdrew with the others.

“I never thought that because of this, I’ve become so jumpy. Whenever your ex-boyfriend appears, I always feel he’s plotting something against you, against me, isn’t that right?” Ling Miao sneered, finishing what Su Yuyang couldn’t say. He pushed Su Yuyang aside and strode straight for the door.

“You’ll know once I post on Weibo,” Yan Li said. She pulled out her phone and rapidly snapped photos of the paper in Ji Linxi’s hand.

Almost every country in Central America, regardless of their distance from Honduras, immediately issued statements claiming the treasure of the Mayan Golden City belonged to all of Central America, to every Central American citizen.

“Baby, why did you agree when she asked, but not when I do?” he said, struggling to contain his anger.

“What do you want to hear? I’ll sing whatever you want.” My singing isn’t particularly good, but it’s passable, enough to get by.

“That’s all?” Su Yuyang asked indifferently, a mocking look on his face, as if he thought Hu Yueyuan’s demands were far too modest. Hu Yueyuan felt even more delighted, racking her brains for what else she might squeeze from Ling Miao and Su Yuyang.

In truth, Su Yuyang thought: If Ling Miao can control fire in the palm of his hand, why can’t I?

The man in the suit promised confidently. Of course, he knew that the person who introduced this deal was naturally on Bai Yixue’s side, so certain procedures had to be followed.

He glanced lazily at them, swirling his wine glass, his eyes forever cold. Between his slightly arched brows, some secret seemed to linger.

“Retreat!” Feng Qincang brandished his sword and pulled the reins, galloping back the way he came. The cavalry behind naturally followed.

“Good skills, but what I said still stands,” Li Chen said softly, setting the suitcase on the ground and smiling at the man in sunglasses.

Murong Yinzhu was considered an ill omen, and this was, of course, only the Murong family’s side of the story, clearly the result of internal strife. Yin Luoxuan could have simply declared he was divorcing her, but he never said such a thing.

The reason for choosing Karl was precisely because he knew Karl was an Undying Orchid Planter; even if he accidentally injured him, it would mean little to such a person. He was a very safe opponent.

Once people succumb to greed and dependence, they lose their fighting spirit, signaling that disaster is near.

“Xiaoxiao!” Jiang Rui shouted, but Feng Xiaoxiao didn’t slow her steps, walking straight out of the courtyard without once looking back.

She had been back for several days, only hearing that her health had been poor and she had been resting in her room, absent from all the recent military meetings. Mu Jingqi never expected her to seek him out.

Qiu Qier examined it again, then elegantly opened the yellow paper bag with slender fingers, looking through the contents one by one.

“Ying Zhizi!” a calm voice called, immediately drawing her attention to Kawada Takeya’s face.

Xuan Yuan Tian glanced down at Jun Wuxin and said blandly, “You’re getting married on the sixteenth of this month; you can’t travel far.” With that, he picked up a memorial and began reading again.

Now that Lin Tian was in such a state, he could only make up a half-truth to placate his mother. It worked—she was genuinely fooled.

Lin Tian’s eyes widened. In Li Muqi’s gaze, there was a hint of sinister intent, as if she was smiling, a sly and cunning smile, as if her scheme had succeeded.

Even in his previous life, Chen Cheng had wished to drift on a boat, rocking gently into a sweet dream.

Both dice cups landed on the table simultaneously, both players’ hands leaving their cups at the same moment.

In the memory of the Despicable Dragon, the Dark Lord of the Demon Realm was a cruel, wicked man—cold, bloodthirsty, and taciturn, leaving rivers of blood and fields of corpses wherever he went.

The middle-aged man replied reflexively, “Impossible!” To abandon the duty of guarding the sect and give its treasure to another, even if he ascended to the Immortal Realm, he could never escape punishment.

Lu Zhanliang wore a blue robe, ink-wash rain embroidered on the sleeves. He was handsome, serene, and wore a gentle smile at the corners of his lips.

As for the rest, Wen Ruchu couldn’t hear a thing. She watched Mo Fei’s mouth open and close, but her mind was filled entirely by the words he’d just spoken.

Last time, Fa Zheng had clearly stated his purpose for coming, but Chen Cheng remained oblivious, caring nothing for what was said.

Even in a lake frozen for decades, one could still find several pieces of ice spirit stone at the bottom. In a lake of this size, there were sure to be such stones below.

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. On her very first day at the Heavenly Sect, Jing Hao wanted to be intimate with her—how could she not be thrilled?

That ancestor had yet to show himself, nor had he met with the other family.

The carefree Ye Kun received a slap to the back of the head from Old Li, his head jerking forward, nearly pitching onto the bright red carpet.

“Sir, there’s still so much land to the south of the valley!” Scott’s gaze settled on Yate.

“Hmph, this is the most basic trick to flush out the snake—whether or not there’s a snake, you strike anyway. And you, idiot, fell for it so easily. Have you really been a manager all these years, or have you just been a figurehead?” sneered the masked man.