37 The Vain Little Husband

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The Mengshan tea trade was entirely monopolized by the government. While there was no longer a need to worry about sales, the prices were suppressed so low by officials that there was little profit to be made.

Wildcat explained the identities of the two individuals to the doctor in full detail and accompanied them into the ambulance. As the ambulance turned around to depart, it happened to cross paths with Shu Ling, who was practicing driving in a training vehicle.

She thought of her past life as a killer, where every strike was fatal, sparing the targets from prolonged agony.

The insect was about as thick as a finger and nearly half a meter long. Its entire body was a ghastly black, resembling a writhing venomous snake that made one’s skin crawl.

This time, they were not kneeling to thank Jiang Ming for the grace of inviting them to the island, but to worship the divine being who had created the Penglai Immortal Island.

When Xu Damao first ventured into business, he gave his shell company a high-sounding, grandiose name.

Those around them, awed by Shen Tinglan’s prestige, saw the coachman and the guards stop in their tracks. The entire world suddenly fell silent.

The Gu insect struggled frantically to move its shattered body, as if attempting to piece itself back together. However, Yin Ling did not grant it the chance; she summoned a cluster of Li fire and burned it to ashes.

After Shi Hongbo left, the eyes of everyone from the Institute of Geography in the conference room converged on Luo Ran. Unconsciously, her status in their hearts had become second only to Shi Hongbo.

Fearing that Wang Haoming might be embarrassed, Luo Yuwei quickly intervened to explain that for the past few years, the jewelry markets in both the mainland and Hong Kong had been facing a dire shortage of raw jade materials.

Gu Yanzhao smiled faintly, knowing that such a beautiful night was not to be wasted, for she was by his side.

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I did not expect him to be so clever as to guess it at once. Even upon hearing the word "frame-up" and knowing my son was an official involved in the matter, there were many officials implicated; the fact that he could pinpoint it immediately left me astonished.

Among those present, there were those who felt admiration, those who sighed at their own inferiority, those who appreciated the situation, and those who refused to believe it from the bottom of their hearts. Yet, one person was feeling incredibly depressed: Yang Wei.

"Abominable! How dare you lie in the presence of the Tokyo gang leader?" Daisy drew her long blade once more.

"What else can I do? Isn't she looking for revenge? This old man doesn't have much time left anyway; at worst, I’ll just pay her with this life of mine."

This was the first time Xuan Shao had cast his gaze upon Mu Qingqing since she boarded the carriage. She was naturally thrilled, meeting his eyes head-on.

Wang Haoming’s words were a case of "occupying the moral high ground." Since his side was in the right, he did not mind speaking reasonably under these circumstances.

Jacques was a very pragmatic politician. Having lost the presidential election last year, although Hachette Media had honored their verbal agreement not to report much negative news about the Chirac family, sometimes a lack of coverage is a major problem, especially for a presidential candidate.

Zhao Zixian and the man were both shocked. Firstly, neither expected this twist, and secondly, the battle energy had actually shattered the gate into pieces, whereas when the man had used his own energy to strike the door earlier, it hadn't budged an inch.

The corpse on the ground had a bloated face, protruding eyeballs, everted lips, and a tongue protruding from the mouth. The abdomen was distended, swelling the body into a giant-like state. The skin was covered in green patches, and blood occasionally leaked from the nose and mouth—it had clearly been dead for many days.

"On top of that, she has a tenth-level peak expert protecting her. Do not think that just because she can do something, you can do it too just by watching. If things were that simple, the world would not be as it is today!" Shi Yue sneered.

With the Heavenly Demon Puppet no longer viable to forge, Han Feng tidied up and flew directly toward Canaan Academy.

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The duel between Wang Xiyao and the Taoist Nanhua represented the pinnacle of human physical performance, speed, agility, endurance, and swordsmanship—a comprehensive confrontation of strength.

Before anyone appeared, ghosts began to emerge from the jungle, surrounding them from three sides. There were more than a dozen of them, their figures faint and indistinct, save for the leader, whose body was solid and tangible.

He was in no hurry to cultivate this technique. For one, his fire-control abilities were already quite strong, so practicing the Five-Wheel Li Fire Method would naturally yield twice the result with half the effort.

"Could it be that this is a data space, and the Master is merely a data construct?" Chen Shang asked, equally perplexed.

He opened his mouth and touched the cold ground with his stiff tongue, using his viscous saliva to gather the cookie crumbs. He forced himself to swallow them; the crumbs stuck in his throat for a full half-minute before finally sliding down into his stomach with the bobbing of his Adam's apple.

Just as Han Feng and his group were about to cross the walls of Tianya City, an angry shout erupted from below.

The Continental Advanced Spirit Master Elite Tournament proceeded in an orderly fashion until the final day of the competition, when Zhongli finally returned with Xiao Feilian and Paimon.

Speaking of this, Chi Musheng started laughing to himself, though the laughter seemed chilling no matter how one looked at it.

As for the weaklings who dared not enter the inner city, they could provide a few months of "Bloody Mary," but what about after that?