Chapter 119: Mr. Q

Ruan Mianmian was overjoyed; she had never imagined that her serialized comic would catch the eye of Huacai.

Though delighted, she did not agree immediately. Instead, she told them she needed time to consider and would provide an answer within two days. She was unfamiliar with this field and unclear about how to negotiate copyright fees or what a fair price might be. She certainly needed to understand these matters thoroughly before sitting down to negotiate. The Qi Group, as it happened, owned an entertainment company, and she had...

It is no wonder that the Great Emperor Cangyue, possessing such broad-mindedness and vision, was able to elevate Cangyue into the ranks of the Ten Nations of the Heavenly Continent within a few short decades, building a nation of such formidable power that its prestige was unparalleled. Compared to the rigid, pedantic, and outdated ideologies of other countries, this was truly precious.

However, although they remained still, the Corpse King did not stop; instead, it began walking toward Huang Linlin. Huang Linlin grew anxious, unsure of what to do. It seemed her plan was not as effective as she had hoped.

Seeing that Ye Cheng, under his "Mountain-Shaking Fist," appeared not to have lost ground but was, in reality, at a slight disadvantage, his previous fear finally subsided. He now understood the extent of Ye Cheng's limits.

Yet, Yi Feng was feeling deeply frustrated. He had launched over ten thousand space exiles in succession, taking nearly ten years, but he still could not reach the original God Realm continent. The sheer vastness of the universe's space was staggering.

After a brief, deathly silence, the experts of the God Realm continent erupted into thunderous cheers. Being able to teach these arrogant, reclusive experts a lesson was always a cause for celebration.

The moment Lu Yu appeared, Elder Han let out a visible sigh of relief. This reaction made Lu Yu chuckle inwardly; he no longer doubted whether he would be able to lead Elder Han to safety.

At the gate of Black River Stronghold, a burly man watched Li Daniu and his companions walking back slowly. He downed the potent liquor in his bowl, wiped his beard wet with spirits, and laughed boisterously.

Fortunately, the young women were holding hands, and Lu Yu was holding Zhao Qianqian; otherwise, the momentary collision would have caused Lu Yu’s mental focus to waver, and the women would likely have fallen from the sky.

"I hit you, so what?" As Martin finished speaking, Han Guang landed another slap. This blow left Martin stunned, and everyone in the shop stared at Han Guang in shocked silence.

If things continued to develop in this manner, there would be no doubt about who would be chosen as the Prince Consort of Cangyue.

In their previous lives, the two had never mentioned the subject of children—or perhaps it could be said they never had the chance to bring it up.

Yun Jingmo naturally noticed the unusual shift in Li Xu’s mood; he didn't need to guess to know it was because of a certain gentleman. He reached out, gripped the man’s chin, and turned his face toward his own.

The unfinished words were understood by everyone present, but the doctors and nurses only exchanged glances, hesitant to speak. After all, they could not explain this bizarre situation either.

He did not head directly to Tanchun's Autumn Fragrance Studio, but first bypassed the Green-Latticed Nunnery to visit Yingchun's Purple Ling Island.

Wei Qingcao grew excited. The future appreciation rate of gold was comparable to that of real estate. Commercial housing in cities would not be implemented until after 1990; now was the perfect time to stockpile gold.

When Jia Lian arrived, he happened to see his granddaughter-in-law, Wang Xifeng, sitting with Grandmother Jia, her belly visibly round.

Moreover, Jia Lian could not guarantee that if the city defense became dire, and the Tatars and internal traitors demanded his head as a condition for peace talks, the powerful officials would not force the Emperor to sacrifice him to secure an agreement.

After all, he intended to leave behind intelligence to see if members of other factions knew anything about that shadowy organization behind the scenes.

He knew that Lady Xing was dissatisfied because he had disregarded the fact that Nanny Dou was her personal maid, while Lady Wang, though she would later indirectly drive Jin Chuan’er and Qingwen to their deaths—both innocent—always made a point of maintaining a reputation for benevolence.