Profile Master 23

An hour later, under the watchful gaze of Nie Youlan, who was resting her chin in her hand, Yuanwei and his two disciples actually managed to find several fragments of bricks adorned with spiral patterns. Yuanwei pieced them together again and again, eventually assembling eight complete gray ancient bricks.

"I've only been drugged, and the effects have left me immobile for now! Once the effects wear off..." Yuanwei hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly felt a tremendous force from behind, propelling him off the stone wall.

His hair at the temples was drenched, clinging to both sides of his face, while the large raindrops traced the firm lines of his features, finally dripping from his chin and the tip of his nose.

Because they had to wait for Prince Hani's patrol to return before the banquet could begin, only cups and teapots sat on the table, along with fried bananas, sticky rice cakes, and other snacks for the guests to sample at their leisure. Abu took the teapot and cups, pouring a drink for each person. To everyone's surprise, it was not tea, but a gray-black beverage of unknown origin.

Shi Quan was secretly delighted, his masculine instincts on full display. Seeing that Li Xiaoshang had stopped her questions, he began to scavenge as well.

Moreover, from this, Tang Feng realized that Long Ling'er still had a favorable impression of him! At the very least, she had acknowledged his identity and could accept a certain degree of intimacy. Otherwise, even a tight embrace like this might have caused some misunderstanding.

"Children, why don’t you go rest? Aren’t you tired?" After more than ten minutes, she finally called out.

"Really?" Du Lan asked skeptically; after all, promises like this had been made more than two or three times before.

"It’s certainly not up to you yet. Although you did win this time, to take over the management of Tar Town, you’ll have to wait for the other teams to return. Only after handing over with the previous administrators can you officially take charge."

With tempers flaring, the members of Dragon Wind all puffed out their chests, proudly displaying their badges, drawing their weapons as they charged at the enemy. The beastmen, notorious for their savagery and volatility, were the first to rush in once the order was given, making contact with the enemy ahead of the others.

With such a precedent set, none of the clerks dared to delay, making sure to send a copy of every matter here as well.

Besides, given the stark difference in status between her and Zhou Misheng, how could she ever bully Zhou Misheng?

He walked on, simply putting one foot before the other, feeling neither fatigue nor drowsiness. Perhaps out of sheer boredom, he bent down, scooped up a handful of gray mist from the ground, and began to knead and play with it.

These wounds looked as if they had been caused by heavy blows. She sighed, a sudden inexplicable sense of melancholy welling up within her.

Even before she left, Jiang Sinian had already stopped caring about her grades. After all, she was capable and resourceful; whether she achieved good scores or got into a top university was no longer of importance.

Though Gu Ye had already sensed Jiang Li’s strength yesterday, after a night had passed, he was even more aware of how formidable she was.

Knowing the two would be coming today, the meal was ready in advance, and as Gu Yun entered, he was greeted by a delicious aroma.

In the end, it was only because the supporting male character was so attentive—and a little jealous—that he was finally able to face his own feelings.

Lin Que’s face was numb as he listened in silence to those sharp, cutting words, not refuting a single one.

Another decade had passed. Xingyuan Prefecture, compared to the other state capitals, still held a higher status, but the glory of years past was never to return.

There were still a few in the maintenance unit who did not belong to the Umbrella group. To avoid being seen by them, the two simply exchanged a greeting, warmed up briefly, and got started.

One of the key reasons was the mystery surrounding Demon Island, which gave them such confidence that they sometimes didn’t even bother to give face to the Heavenly Martial Realm.

Li Changlin cast a mild glance at Xu Xin, then simply ignored her, shifting his gaze to Duan Liqiang.

In other words, without the Haotian Sword and the Ten Desolate Swords, it would have been impossible to kill the opponent today.

Besides that, the Endless Spiral Array was also being ruthlessly attacked. Without Xiang Yu, the formation could no longer function, so the shattered independent space could not be repaired in time.

This young heir of the consortium bore an auspicious name—Kang Fule. His father was the head of Kanghong Group, whose many star enterprises spanned mechanical manufacturing, retail, and entertainment across nearly half the southern empire.

He even wanted to test whether he could persevere without spending any attribute points, but reality proved he had overestimated himself.

Li Changlin was very eager to see just how much popularity his investment of thirty billion could muster.

She wasn’t worried about Li Changlin and Gao Yuanming eavesdropping; it was just that her own identity was complicated, so Lin Ruonan felt the time wasn’t right to tell them.

It seemed that the seven coffins did have nails hammered in from the inside. The black lacquered coffins were sealed with oil between the body and lid, proving they had never been opened. If there had been a corpse uprising, the ‘zongzi’ wouldn’t have the mind to seal the coffin again. If that were the case, would it still be a ‘zongzi’ at all?

At last, he found a length of silk in the carriage, which he tore into strips, crudely bandaged himself, then changed into the clothes he had stripped from another, and, utterly exhausted, leaned against the wheel and finally rested.

Mo Yu’s eyes widened in wonder. So many beautiful pieces of jewelry—if only this store were hers, she could admire them every day. They were truly lovely; she wished she could buy them all.