Chapter 55: Sorry, Having Money Really Can Let You Do Whatever You Want

As soon as the burly man stepped through the door, he began to size up Xu Mu.
Isn't this Xu Mu, the former grandson-in-law of the former prefect?
Seeing that the man looked somewhat displeased, Liu Ji stepped in to smooth things over.
"I didn't say your cooking isn't good. We were just talking about the Immortals' Pavilion, saying that the food they make tastes terrible," Liu Ji laughed.
Unexpectedly, there were times when Liu Ji actually showed high emotional intelligence, which made Xu Mu look at him in a somewhat new light.
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"Oh, Mom, didn't you see it too? With this level of glass-like purity, even if I wanted to return the money to him, he might not even want it!" Zhao Xinghe broke free from Su Changmei's grip.
"This... What is going on here? Could it be that he ran into bandits from the transcendental realm?" Wu Decai asked with a puzzled expression.
That pair of rough, large hands was extremely powerful; Ye Bufei even felt a faint sensation of pain from being gripped.
Having cleared the hurdle set by Vimi, Han Shengqi had successfully reached the doorstep of the finals. Due to some scheduling arrangements by the school administration, the finals were set for the following day.
True to form, a large patch of fur on the back of the little furball had been pulled out, oozing tiny beads of blood.

After securing three straight wins in the third round, Han Shengqi did not expect to be dealt such a good hand once again. Consequently, he successfully advanced to the top six. Although he wasn't ranked first, he managed to secure the second spot.
Now, this An was an opponent of the same caliber as him. His chess skills were naturally improving within a normal range as he played against An.
"It was all caused by Zeng Jun. If the plan hadn't changed, and our group had more people here, we wouldn't have needed to fire our shots."
Lilan had been harboring worries in her heart for some time, but now, she could finally get a good night's sleep.
It was fundamentally an almost impossible feat, yet the situation was precisely this bizarre, to the extent that even Xu Yan himself found it difficult to define anything within his own heart at this moment.
Ming Liucheng sat there, gesturing for Ming Liuhui to sit down as well, and poured her a glass of red wine.
"I'll buy you a bottle of water." He helped her into the car. Although her pale complexion showed no immediate signs of improvement, fortunately, she had stopped breaking out in cold sweat.
Immersed in this emotional atmosphere, Xiao Yan only gradually entered the flow of the story and became engrossed in the film after losing her popcorn. Only then did she realize that it was actually really wonderful and quite a form of enjoyment.
If so, Ming Liuhui clutched her heart, feeling a nervous and suffocating sensation of being tightly gripped that was extremely agonizing.
Unable to visit Zheng Jiuzhong's residence, how else could she meet the Imperial Noble Consort? Sneaking around like a night thief every single night? The slightest mishap would bring disaster upon herself.
On the other side, Sakata closely tailed Li Chenghao. Unflustered, Li Chenghao continued driving forward and parked at Xihua Square.

"There's no need!" Flames of fury blazed in Luo Jiuyue's eyes—a true spiritual fire that couldn't be extinguished even by water.
"You haven't lost your mind and gone to seek revenge on the Eastern Emperor, have you? Or could it be that you've already given up?" Teng She asked.
Xi Jincheng's lips twitched a few times, and he glared fiercely at her. Unfortunately, she had already closed her eyes and could no longer receive his murderous gaze.
Since you, Qin Zhi, have deliberately arranged this to align with my parents' wishes, I will fulfill your desire and no longer appear before your eyes.
A black figure blanketed the sky, resembling an invisible heavenly net that shrouded Xin Qijie.
By this time, the heavenly thunderbolts were as thick as an infant's arm, and their momentum was even more terrifying. Fortunately, having learned from previous experiences, everyone had used cultivation techniques to block their hearing; otherwise, there was a high possibility their eardrums would have been shattered, causing them to suffer some "flesh-and-blood torment."
Seeing that the fellow had already been captured, Old Mai released his spell to restore freedom to the man's legs. Then, several special forces soldiers helped him over to sit down and locked his hands in handcuffs.