Chapter 141: Food and Oil Cut Off! Li Junsheng Meets Fatty Liu

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During Gu Yurou’s stay at the Fu residence, Su Yin did her best to avoid coming near the two of them. Her foremost concern was protecting the child in her womb and ensuring that Fu Cisheng did not discover their existence.

This artificial reef yielded enough fish to make it a worthwhile fishing spot—more, even, than could be caught at Windmill Foot. Yet the fish here were harder to hook, and the site was much farther away. To turn it into a fishing ground comparable to Windmill Foot was practically impossible.

“By the way, I have never had the honor of asking, Master Gu—under whom did you study?” Wei Quansheng asked, his eyes shifting as he adopted the manner of one earnestly seeking the company of the worthy.

Seated in the place of honor was a long-bearded old man of immortal bearing. He was Elder Yuan Qing, who had been assigned to recruit disciples on this journey.

The Koreans atop the roof were indeed famous, but they lived in close proximity to the overseas Chinese and were constantly rubbing each other the wrong way.

Jiang Yuer’s beautiful eyes flickered as she watched the steady-footed young man beneath the lights. A faint confidence rested on her face, and she too felt a stir of excitement, gratitude glimmering in her eyes.

Not until the barrier of the sealed dome had thinned did the complete defensive formation, like the final threshold, stand firm in its stubborn defense.

Of the three voices, Zheng Xun recognized two. One belonged to Zhiyan, a voice more familiar to him than any other; the other was Qian Suli.

Systemic lupus erythematosus was a relatively common clinical illness, but it could manifest in many different ways, just as Jiang Weixue had explained.

Zhang Tongtong looked up at Chen Chien. It was not that his eye sockets were empty of eyeballs; rather, his entire eyeballs had turned pitch-black, making his eyes appear like two deep, bottomless pits.

“The company’s annual gala is the day after tomorrow.” It would be their first annual gala since getting married, and he wanted Yao Jia to attend officially as Mrs. Bo.

A bone-chilling wind swept over them. Though it was only a game, the icy cold felt terrifyingly real.

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In Ye Changqing’s opinion, it still lacked something compared with the Green Ant wine he had brewed himself in the Lower Realm.

If they finished only third or fourth, then this year, at S6, the LPL’s third seed would be placed in the third tier. That would make it very easy for them to be drawn into the Group of Death.

Zhang Tongtong opened her eyes, awakening from her brief unconsciousness. She looked no different from an ordinary passenger who had dozed off in a car.

Having obtained every piece of information she wanted, Zhang Tongtong’s right hand trembled. With an almost casual flick, she sent a blade arc slicing straight toward Zhang Xiangming’s head.

On the tea table sat four dishes, a soup, and a large bowl of rice piled high. The food was simple, but it had clearly been prepared with great care by Xixi.

Because of Xiao Meiren, the Xiao family had always served Yan Hongji loyally. As for Xiao Gui, he truly was nothing more than an unimpressive young heir of the Xiao family. The Xiao patriarch shut the gates of his residence that very night, claiming to have fallen ill, and never went to court again.

Yao Jia raised her eyes to look at Bo Lichen, but could not see through him. At last, she lowered her head to hide the mocking smile at the corner of her lips.

One had to admit that Zishan Feiyao’s plan of taking advantage of Sunset Forest’s terrain to obtain something for nothing was brilliant.

She saw only Yun Jinyao catch the bullet; she did not see how Yun Jinyao had acted. Still, she was certain that the sniper was already dead.

The other factions could offer him only sympathy. The Canglan Empire, however, was entirely different.

The elegant young gentleman who was usually as gentle and warm as jade had now become a commanding, resolute, and fearless soldier. A determined light shone in his bright eyes. At that moment, Lu Mingxuan radiated solemn authority from head to toe. The military uniform seemed tailored precisely for him, making his tall and imposing figure appear even more heroic.

Chu Luowei gazed somewhat dejectedly at her empty desk and suddenly wondered whether her decision had really been the right one.

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“I’m late!” Song Qianhe fought desperately to keep himself from crying. Without slowing his steps, he headed straight for Qing Luo’s room.

Chen Yujia had been frightened as well. Half her face burned fiercely, and when she touched it, she could feel that it had already swollen. Combined with Su Junxi’s merciless words, the blow felt fatal. Unable to bear the outcome, she burst into tears and ran away.

But Song Chengyi’s attitude was firm, and he even persuaded Uncle Song to issue a direct order. She had no choice but to agree.

He sighed. Deep down, he knew that in a few years, the Shaw film empire would close its doors in bleak defeat. Whether Shaw had simply lost the will to fight or no longer possessed the strength to do so, he had gained some understanding after observing the situation these past few days. Shaw was still Shaw, but the martial world was no longer the martial world it had once been.

The situation of the White Horse Volunteers grew even more perilous as fighter planes began taking off from the aircraft carrier one after another.

Jiang Chen spoke with indifference, yet his words carried an indescribable, chilling authority that filled the surrounding void. Those who heard him could not help but feel a shiver rise in their hearts.

The goblins had probably estimated that Li Ke’s supplies were nearly exhausted. Thus, while transporting equipment, they also brought the group several other things, including forty sacks of strong liquor—and an unexpected surprise for Li Ke.

He had not yet celebrated his twenty-sixth birthday, and was still far too young. Expecting him to possess the composure and gravity of a sixty-year-old man would have been unreasonable. The spirit of adventure in his bones stirred restlessly, prompting him to volunteer himself as bait, lure Ye Jihuan and his band of hardened bandits into the open, and wipe them out in a single stroke—with Xiang Huaqiang dragged along to share the danger, naturally.

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