Chapter Ninety-One: That Woman Was Too Ruthless

In the ancient nation of Huaxia, in Fengtian, "Brother Lei, what did you need me for?"

Zhang Miao hurried to the karaoke bar with a small bag slung over her shoulder. After greeting a few familiar waiters, she found Shi Lei alone in a private room, drinking by himself.

"Shuishui, let me ask you something. Answer me from a woman's point of view."

"What is it?"

Zhang Miao looked puzzled. She tossed her bag aside, sat down across from Shi Lei, and asked with interest, "What is it?"

"Tell me, which is more serious: cheating in the mind, or cheating in the flesh?"

Shi Lei...

Ding Puxue had studied gangland movie mannerisms to perfection, and paid no mind to Sui Jie. He took out a pack of premium special-edition Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes from his person, and Tian Zhi immediately produced a windproof lighter to help him light up. Ding Pu slowly drew on the smoke, gazing at his opponent with contempt.

The Demon Dragon Valley was not filled with endless demon dragons. It had gained its name simply because, when one looked down into the valley, it resembled the open maw of a giant dragon. More strangely, the valley held a singular spectacle: from above, its depths were boundless darkness, endless and without limit; yet from the bottom looking up, one always saw blue sky and white clouds, never sunrise, never sunset.

Soth had been waiting for this chance. He had already gathered all the power of his life, even exhausting part of his strength. Meanwhile, the Spirit Tree was continuously pouring into him the inner energy and true qi that had originally belonged to Mohi Liu, Su Keqixin, and Pu Yamingmai, which had been stored in amber. He brought his palms together, yet there was nothing in his hands.

"Easy enough. If Zhengxiong is willing to come back, we must thank you properly." Uncle Dachuan had already learned of my plan from A-Xia, and naturally agreed with a nod.

Because of the devastating effects of the biohazard crisis, the city of Suzhou had grown bleak and desolate. The once uncrowded streets were now practically empty, with only armored patrol vehicles moving through them.

Without the slightest pressure of spiritual force being released upon those nearby, it immediately split into two strands, which curved around from left and right and collided violently. Then the formless consciousness burst apart, instantly forming a fierce gale high in the air that surged outward in all directions.

Watching them grow little by little, one after another, the sense of accomplishment as a mother was beyond words.

The only reason she had not completely lost her mind yet was that she still did not know exactly what kind of earth-shattering trap Gu Huan had arranged around the inn.

The military saber trembled, erupting with a roar like a dragon's cry. Holding the Nepalese blade, Su Mubai murmured an ancient sacrificial chant. Golden temporal energy rose above his head, whirlwinds coiled around the tip of the saber, and beneath his feet, intricate and ever-changing six-pointed star formations flickered, with white dragon shadows flowing within them.

"My surname is Meng. Please, miss, sing a song for me..."

He no longer looked at me, but turned and sat down beside the already prepared table and chairs.

"Then it is settled. My brother and I shall take our leave. Brother Huayu, until we meet again!" The two similarly built men clasped their fists in farewell.

Not to mention that the Netflix company, with Chen William as its largest shareholder, had already become the world's largest streaming platform, with enormous growth potential. If they could cooperate with these two companies, then setting aside the matter of profit, the influence they could gain alone was already enough to make them greatly look forward to it.

"Fortunately, this is the ancient era. Otherwise, in modern times, with heaven and earth's spiritual energy dispersed, even having a manual for inner strength would be useless." Lu Zetian practiced furiously at top speed. Before long, he had mastered the second level as well. His cultivation speed was unquestionably the most astonishing in the history of the Nine Provinces.

With this combination of blows, if Darius's resolve were not firm, his loyalty to the empire would waver. After that, he would grow dissatisfied with Grand General Swain, and might even defect.

Over all these years, perhaps only this matter had seemed a little strange; he could think of nothing else.

After another month of recuperation, with all kinds of medicinal powders supplied by Old Man Zhang, Li Xun was already able to get out of bed and walk about freely.

But in truth, for him, a halt in the output of part of the production lines was tantamount to a reduction in supply on the market, which would cause prices to rise in response. In the end, he would not lose much anyway.