Chapter 39

Cheng Shui had grown accustomed to a life of luxury and was quite reckless with money; he truly had little savings left. However, he needed to survive this period and find a way out—he certainly could not end up sleeping on the streets.

Thinking of Guan Jingtian, Ruoxin’s gaze fell upon the Mindfulness Bead that her master always held, and a sudden flash of inspiration struck her mind.

Ruoxin took the bottle handed to her by Chen Lian. Upon opening the stopper, she discovered it was filled to the brim with a vibrant red liquid. From the mouth of the bottle wafted a rich, exotic fragrance—the very same cold scent of pear blossoms she had often smelled on Fenghua.

Chu Aotian was unaware that Kude, that stingy miser, had been instigated by Nangong Ming to retaliate against him for the hundreds of millions lost in stock investments.

A deafening boom erupted in the sky. Long Shijiu groaned as he plummeted like a falling star, crashing heavily into the ground. The earth shook, and a massive crater instantly appeared.

Raphael lifted his head, his gaze meeting eyes that watched him from behind the railing, filled with a serene smile. He remained silent.

Was he truly so different from others? Did such a question require contemplation? Or was he perhaps weighing his words?

The blood of the giant beast was dry, fishy, and foul; it could not provide much hydration, and his body had long since run out of strength.

Liking men? Xu Yi’s expression slowly shifted from initial shock to exasperation. From where had she gotten the idea that he liked men?

With a "ding," the elevator reached the nineteenth floor, and its doors slowly slid open.

To be honest, the chief director, He Ling, was very satisfied with the filming progress over the past two days; after all, most scenes were completed in one take, with very few retakes required.

Sasuke’s greatest desire was to kill Uchiha Itachi for revenge. But if his body were to become Orochimaru’s, even if he achieved his vengeance, it would be Orochimaru who had killed him.

Although she held goodwill toward the "Straw Hat Pirates" because of Robin, as an "Apostle of Fate," it was almost impossible for her to make a mistake.

Xueluo, however, possessed the divine weapon Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Sword. He had touched the divine Great Qin First Emperor Sword, seen Su Yu’s divine Dragon Whisker Blade, and witnessed the Deer-Slaying Saber—the sect-protecting divine weapon stolen by Shen Wuxie from the Demon Chef Sect. Having traveled this far, Xueluo was already among the elite of the martial arts world.

If it were a less capable emperor, it might be manageable, but the current Sovereign was peerless in both his methods and his abilities. When he truly set his heart on something, even Wang Xijue could not be certain of dissuading him.

Naruto’s words were very moving. Ranmaru looked behind him at Granny Sansho, Karashi, Naruto, Rock Lee, Hyuga Neji, and Tenten. To ensure he could eat, they had prepared true Curry of Life.

He thought, meat, no matter how tender, wouldn't just melt in one's mouth, would it? He took a closer look, already secretly swallowing his saliva. Unable to wait any longer, he took a taste. Heavens, it was so delicious it felt like flying! It was the first time he had eaten such fragrant and tender beef, and the key was that it actually did melt in his mouth—it was true.

People should be good to themselves; as for what others thought, Xueluo held it in disdain.

The area that once contained several guest rooms had been torn down, replaced by one vast, open space. In this space stood two bronze statues over three meters tall.

The old man did not stop him. Ding Qiang grabbed the vessel and took a fierce gulp. In an instant, the two men drinking nearby were left stunned.

Thus, his brother, using the gold given by Yu Yihuan as a dowry, had successfully become betrothed to a good family and would be married off next month. He was only there to accompany his fiancée to the banquet.

At this point, some mid-to-high-level officials of the Mining Management Committee joined the chorus, and eventually, the ordinary staff also signaled their submission to all arrangements.

The few ninjas nearby initially looked Hashirama up and down, as his attire was quite unconventional.

Come to think of it, this was their first meeting. Both Shen Ao’s demeanor and his performance in poetry surprised Bai Qiutong, making it impossible to reconcile the name of that scoundrel with the dashing, jade-like gentleman before her.

To achieve his dream, he needed military power; otherwise, the dream would ultimately be nothing but an empty shell. Previously, Wei Qian'er had possessed military power, with fifty thousand troops under her command, but they were either poorly trained or composed of the old, weak, sick, and disabled, possessing virtually no combat effectiveness.

"I just want a companion who won't harm me," it said, its gaze dimming once more.

Commander-in-Chief of Ganzhou—it sounded prestigious, but it was a trap. Whoever jumped into it would meet a bitter end. The Regent wouldn't really send him there, would he?

It turned out that Tang Ao had discovered it in time; he swung his spear and slashed the rope in two, causing his opponent to strike at empty air.

"He Shou, you just don't want the Foreigner Battalion to contribute!" someone said impatiently, their tone laced with irritation.

There was plenty of oil in the pot. Once the temperature was right, Yan Jiujiu was the first to put in the various seasonings to sauté until fragrant, and only after stir-frying them sufficiently did she add the intestines.

Xia Youfeng’s eyes gradually squinted open. The back of his head ached, and when he reached up to touch it, he felt beads of blood. Suddenly, he remembered something, his body sprang up from the ground, and his mind instantly cleared.

Thus, everyone realized that the prophet before them was merely a physical shell, while the prophet's true soul had long since entered the pillow in Ruyi’s belly.