Chapter 43: The Old Master's Junior Apprentice Sister?

"Lijiu Wei, even if you apologize now, it's too late."

Lu Ying, holding the Haitanggui jewelry, had excitement sparkling in her eyes, her exhilaration completely unrestrained.

Lijiu Wei responded with utter indifference, "Oh."

Hmph, stubborn as a mule, she wouldn't turn back until she hit a wall.

Lu Ying opened the exquisite jewelry box, revealing a set of emerald jewelry that stunned everyone present. The begonia flowers paired perfectly with the gemstones, like mountain and flowing water—each indispensable to the other.

This apartment had only one entrance and exit. On the rusted iron gate hung a brand-new, oversized lock.

With a swoosh, the angle and force were just right. Combined with Pavanti's own tremendous momentum, his body was sent soaring, momentarily suspended in midair.

Every detail was identical to Yao Luo himself; not a single flaw in appearance could be found. Even if Kokolia herself were present, she'd likely be fooled for a while.

Xu Zhentao grabbed one, wiped it, and took a bite. He preferred crunchy nectarines, not the ones with thin skins and juicy flesh—they were simply too sweet.

When the county magistrate saw the words "Five-Colored Spirit Officer," he was so terrified he nearly fainted, his hands trembling, then his whole body shivering like a leaf.

Chen Muxue looked up to see Jia Wangcai, cigar clamped between his lips, staggering in reeking of alcohol and shutting the door behind him.

Even the great demons who once traversed the world became nothing more than rare, exotic beasts with peculiar appearances, while the secular dynasties that once needed to worship immortal sects now stood at the pinnacle of the world.

Wu Jing and Lin Yi exchanged a glance, each grabbing a pull-up bar and starting to do chin-ups.

As for production, those workers had all been Liu Tao's colleagues; he could handle them. He said, actually, they were quite easy to deal with—never one to bottle up their thoughts.

Ye Qinglan lowered her gaze, recalling that as she dragged Ditianli into the teleportation array, she seemed to hear Zicao's call.

The waves of the Phoenix-Shattering Zither, Mo Yunchen wielding the Moon-Biting Immortal Sword, and Mu Yun with his Cloud Heaven Sword—all three were blocked by clusters of flames. No, to be precise, they were struck by three different flames.

"Are you looking to stay? No rooms here, try somewhere else," the aunt asked casually.

She had never expected Qingyi to be so formidable; at this moment, He Yun Yun truly felt regret. Qingyi was terrifying, truly terrifying. For a man to have three or four wives was only natural—so why should Qingyi have Yuan Yuxi, such a good man, all to herself?

He saw I wasn't stopping him, and understood I was reading my guest. We were discussing a major project—the national 863 key scientific research project's fiber-optic product market development, which could make my Kangji Group dominate the market. Who had the leisure to listen to his nonsense?

I continued, since things had already escalated, there must be a resolution. Otherwise, how could we face the thousand-odd people involved?

As I spoke, I listened—there seemed to be no sound inside, and the phone hadn't been turned off. I hurriedly called out, Director Zhao, Director Zhao, can you hear me?

So, the two turned back, puzzled by the sound, but saw no one by the pond.

Edward Wu also stepped forward, his presence pressing in. The invisible clash of their auras made the subordinate bugs in the submarine cower in silence.

"Big Sister!" Liu Teng hurriedly grabbed Wang Luowen's hand. Seeing she hadn't been bitten, he angrily glared at the dazed man.

Even the gangs had to follow the orders of the tycoons. For example, they knew perfectly well where their smuggled drugs and weapons came from.

With the Lin family's ancestor in the late stage of Qi refining, it seemed all three generations had rising talents—signs of flourishing prosperity.

Just then, the king of fierce beasts let out an enraged roar, extending a massive black hand and ferociously grabbing at the Five-Colored Altar.

Perhaps he was no good at fighting on the battlefield, but as a strategist, it was a different story.