Volume 1, Chapter 160: Playing the Hooligan

"Like you."

Shen Zhaowu offered a polite smile, her voice exceptionally gentle, "Really, the man I am most interested in right now is you."

Zhou Jingdu frowned.

Strange.

Too strange.

The Shen Zhaowu in reality would never say such sappy things to him.

Zhou Jingdu almost failed to suppress the curve of his lips.

"Is that so?" he asked, feigning a low, nonchalant tone, though the wildly upturning corners of his mouth had already betrayed him. "Even though you say that..."

At this moment, Min Sheng was replaying the scene from just now in his mind over and over, and over again.

She could sense from the other's words that the boss held a deep obsession regarding the existence of the dyeing mill. He hoped the mill could meet a good end, which was why he wanted to sell it to someone capable of managing it reasonably.

Yet the emergence of such an anomaly only led the Master of Tongtian to assume that the disturbance was caused by the dragon clan within the East Sea.

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It was just that this was his first time seeing him, and since everyone treated him with utmost reverence, he must be the person in charge here.

"What I want to show you is this," Qin Qing said, reaching out to send a wisp of divine energy dancing at her fingertip flying toward Lu Jingcheng.

The Grand Supreme was filled with absolute certainty. In his eyes, he seemed to already witness the crumbling scene of King Zhou's dynasty, prompting an uncontrollable, beaming smile.

The two children sat obediently by the table, staring fixedly at the brocade box on top of it. Tang Xiaoxiao closed the bedroom door, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she nervously resumed her sewing.

Hearing this, Lauren's expression eased slightly. Otherwise, if he were truly challenged by Guke, a disciple at the second tier of Spirit Cultivation, it would be a massive humiliation for him regardless of the outcome.

Shen Yanzhi was interrupted mid-sentence, a trace of bewilderment crossing his eyes as he looked at Tang Li, wondering where he had gone wrong, which only made him feel even more restrained.

Judging from the chat history, Mi Yue seemed to have a fairly good relationship with the original body, Cen Xi, as all the messages sent were full of concern.

Then several young men stepped out of the vehicle. The one in the lead bore a striking resemblance to the Taiwanese singer Alec Su, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a black jacket.

She had to make three trips to the hospital every day, terrified that something might happen to either child while she was away. Her once robust physique began to show signs of exhaustion.

As a soldier and a China hand, the training Ruan Qingtian received was much like that of most elite Chinese special forces—practical, direct, simple, and fatal with a single blow.

She held onto him tightly, frantically pouring out her thoughts, failing to notice that the person beneath her had remained silent the whole time. Only his steady breathing by her ear let her know that he was listening.

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An'an nodded thoughtfully, shedding her usual casual demeanor as she pulled on Lin Xiaohuan and obediently took a seat in the very back row.

Reverberating from Ling Yue's roar allowed Li Zixiao's mind to clear up a bit. Yes, he was neither a savior nor some sort of god; with so much unfairness in the world, how could he possibly manage it all? His only goal now was to find Ji Ruobing.

Yang Chen glanced at the fellow, his brow furrowing slightly, unsure of what this person was up to.

Xue'er came down from the second floor and, upon catching sight of Qi Ming's back, felt a strong sense of familiarity. In an instant, she recalled the young man who had gifted her a sword in the Border Wasteland, and she walked toward Qi Ming with a pleasant surprise.

Long after sliding down the tree trunk, the buzzing in Shen Shu's head refused to cease. He collapsed onto the ground, his mind completely shattered and his senses paralyzed.

"Still feeling upset about being scolded earlier today?" Sithe came over, sat down beside her, and raised his hand to habitually stroke her soft, long hair.

Arriving at the entrance of the workshop, the guards opened the doors from within. Yang Yue, Prince Qin, and Prince Wu walked inside with a small retinue of guards.

"Alright, then conjure it up for me." Yunyun slipped down from Li Shaojun's body, looking at him with eager anticipation.

Placing the seeds into the divine wooden cauldron, Fang Chen gazed at the divine tree—or rather, the primordial tree. According to Dai Xuelou's projected sales for the next month and the spirit stones brought back from Sword Valley, he estimated that in another two months, he would gather ten million spirit stones, at which point the primordial tree would be able to restore five levels of its spiritual energy.