Volume 1, Chapter 171: Is She Your Girlfriend?

The young man's lazy and casual voice rang out lightly in the live broadcast room.

Bullet comments:
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[When did Fu Ming learn talents behind our backs?]
[Smashing a large stone on the chest... Does he want to retire from the showbiz and join the circus for acrobatic performances?]
[Enough, everyone, stop attacking Fu Ming. At least if he gets banned in the future, he can still manage to make a living...]

Qinghai shouted, "Not good, a giant boulder is about to crash down." He lowered his head to look at Dong Mulin and asked, "Does the princess know how to swim?" In his heart, he had already made up his mind to take a gamble.

Jiang Yi did not interrupt the other party, but waited for the span of a stick of incense before finally seeing a change in the expression of the Mirage Palace Master.

Li Hao did not hesitate and said directly, "My requirement is not high. This is the condition. If you are willing, throw in some working capital or something." One could say Li Hao was somewhat shameless, brazenly uttering the words "working capital."

Upon hearing Leng Yu's words, Mei Mo felt a bit moved, but did she truly have the qualification to pursue happiness? If she left, what would happen to Gege?

Gu Yi spent all day at Yifan Restaurant and practically never saw the sun. It was only natural that her skin was exceptionally fair.

"How can you say that? Grandfather is a very traditional person, and besides, aren't you making Grandfather very sad?" Gao蘭 said with hesitation and a blushing face. After all, letting Grandfather know about her affair with Fei Dong—which should have been her most closely guarded secret—now seemed to be out in the open.

"Audacious servant, is there any place for you to speak here?" Liu'er raised her voice, her shrill tone exceptionally piercing.

"Zhou, are you back?" Cheng Shi asked with a full face of smiles, tentatively reaching her hand out toward Zhou Chu.

Five minutes later, Wenqing appeared within Ping Erzhi's field of vision. Ping Erzhi looked around in all directions, but for a long time failed to spot the figure of the "man in black," which made him so anxious that he broke out in a sweat.

Zhan Xiange smiled as he watched this Indian "Black Cat" counter-terrorism special forces member "perform" there. For some reason, at this very moment, a trace of an ominous premonition slowly welled up in his heart.

Zhang Zhidong put down the newspaper, smiled, and nodded repeatedly, expressing satisfaction with this praise from the US Consul in Hankou. This was the pride of the Hanyang Ironworks, the pride of Hubei Province, and his own pride.

During this half day, apart from sand dunes, nothing else appeared within Yang Long's field of vision. The cloudless sky baked the gravel until it was scorching hot, constantly showing Yang Long the nature of the region he was in.

Pulling his attention back, Yang Long only then noticed that more than a dozen powerful Night Elves had appeared in the area outside the military camp.

It was a shock to the soul. Visuals alone could not achieve it, and music alone could not achieve it either, but the combination of the two created an experience that penetrated deep into the soul.

"Commander Bao, just drink to your heart's content. Today's food and wine are on me." Liao Yongping knew how to play the social game well and immediately offered another huge favor.

Although he had advanced to a super-tier powerhouse, Yang Long had not lost his head; he was still able to distinguish between favorable and unfavorable circumstances.

Gently patting Captain Sine Thames's shoulder, Zhan Xiange glanced once more at the US Delta Force's individual electronic warfare equipment, then walked back to the position of the Chinese competing team with a clicking sound of admiration.

At this moment, even Bonaka could not help but prick up her ears. Although she had spent a whole year with Zhan Xiange, she still knew very little about his past, especially his emotional world.

Being able to locate Murong Xue's whereabouts so timely, perspective played an indispensable role.

"Really?" Sure enough, the moment Wang Feng dropped that topic, Tang Yun's eyes lit up, and she was no longer in a hurry to hang up the phone.

"Master, why don't we search around? Perhaps we really can find the old monster Young Master Chen mentioned." Guard Li had already climbed up from the ground, finding the enormous palace indescribably eerie.

"Brother-in-law, Brother-in-law, are you there?" Right at that moment, Murong Feier's voice echoed in the corridor.

I never imagined that when I spoke, I could still be so articulate and logical. Some things seemed to come to me naturally, and some words required no teaching; they simply rolled right off my tongue.

A slight warmth spread across Xiao Luo's face. He felt the temperature of that blood, and his eyes stung slightly. A drop of blood splattered into his eyes, making his pair of pupils even more blood-red.

"You need not worry. You only need to go back and say what I told you to your master. I believe he understands the urgency and gravity of the matter and will not blame you." Feng Xi saw through Mei Ying's anxiety at a glance, her cold and detached voice chiming in softly.

Outside the kettle, a seductive aroma lingered. Qingyuan, with the assistance of Wan Ziyan and Ye Qingyao, had prepared a table full of food. Ye Qiaoqiao had been provoked just moments ago and was very unhappy, squatting off to the side in low spirits. Qingyuan invited everyone to eat, and seeing Ye Qiaoqiao looking like that, stepped forward to comfort her.

"Lin Tianfan, you're awake?" Hearing the commotion at the door, Xiao Chen turned his head to look and saw Lin Tianfan standing in the doorway, staring at her in a daze. Xiao Chen instantly felt a slight surge of joy and smiled sweetly at him.

If he had known, who knows if he could still have rested his head so leisurely on Nanako's plump breasts, comfortably inhaling the faint fragrance drifting from her body.

That word "report" somehow refused to come out of his mouth. Looking at Su Tian's man-eating gaze and Zhong Qing's ambiguous, half-smiling expression, a sudden chill rose up his back.

Before he knew it, a heavy weight suddenly pressed down on his chest. Opening his eyes, he discovered that Zhaoren had already crawled on top of him.

If not for the dragon-breath stone carvings, Fang Yun would not have thought much of it. But with them, Fang Yun was certain that the Meng family's attempt to enter the Dragon-Ascending Platform this time was definitely not just for the legendary dragon-tooth mushrooms; there had to be other divine treasures, perhaps the second part of the legacy left behind by Saint Meng before his death.