Chapter 76: Her Skin Is Truly Thick
Shen Wanru said, "She doesn’t have to spend her own money, so of course she doesn’t care. It’s all my cousin’s money, but I just feel sorry for him."
Ruan Mianmian was not angry, instead she smiled faintly, "You two seem quite knowledgeable. Then may I ask, do you know the difference between Ming and Qing dynasty landscape paintings? How can you distinguish the age of paper and ink? And can you tell the authenticity of a seal?"
These two dared to show off in front of her, someone who possessed appraisal skills—it was truly laughable.
While the couple was saying their farewells, Su Manning and Mo Nan boarded the northbound train. As their trip to the capital was a secret, Mo Nan brought no staff, and outwardly still claimed to be recuperating at home.
Jiang Sinan was utterly perplexed. She knew her father still had things he hadn’t told her, but if he didn’t contact her, she had no way of knowing his true intentions, nor how to uncover the truth.
Just as Chen Feng hesitated whether to close the channel and end his absorption of the Tianhe water, a vast and pure essence of vital energy surged along the bridge of soul and fate, feeding back into his dantian.
"What is the Chief Constable looking at?" Liang Xuefei asked in confusion, glancing in the direction of Feng Yun’s gaze. Following it, Liang Xuefei also noticed the two figures on the third floor.
At first, these men merely teased her with words, occasionally taking liberties. Seeing she put up no resistance, their courage grew bolder. One night, a burly man even kicked open the door to the rented room and took advantage of Song Yiren.
There was still no answer, but at that moment Jiang Bai saw a figure leap from the willow tree, circle around, and land in a spot invisible to the two fishermen, disappearing into the river.
He took out a black leather business card, inhaled deeply, and walked slowly toward the hotel.
Time passed gently; the northwestern wind gradually faded into the distance, and the spring breeze began to sweep across the land, awakening the earth from its slumber.
"What are we waiting for, my friend? Why all the mystery?" Chen Feng, seeing the host offer no courtesy, took a seat among the guests himself and asked indifferently.
Lin Di closed the webpage. Reports of players earning money in games were increasingly common online—stories of merchant players making a fortune daily, someone selling a rare item for a high price, or some guild receiving new investments—examples abounded.
"I said, I want to have children with you. Would you be willing?" Gao Zijian gently cupped my face, slowly advancing from the other end of the sofa until he had me cornered, refusing to give up.
After a cloud of dust rolled by, a magic array suddenly appeared on the ground, arcs of electricity occasionally coursing through its boundaries—a terrifying sight.
"Ah, it seems I can’t do it. My skills are too weak; I don’t have the power to cut through this thousand-year black iron." Ye Tian was a bit disappointed; his only hope had been extinguished.
"Hello! I’m a reporter from the Financial Channel of the Broadcasting Bureau. I’d like to arrange an interview with your CEO," Jian Yi politely explained her visit to the business manager in the lobby, while An Hao carefully observed the office staff in the building.
Had it not been for Blood Shura’s sudden self-inflicted chaos, he would never have won so easily. But a moment’s lapse gave Blood Shura and his allies a chance to escape—even Flame Demon managed to get away.
"Spare my miserable life?" Zhou Shijie, as if hearing the most absurd joke in the world, laughed wildly with his fellow clan members beneath the arena, their laughter full of mockery.
An Hao returned to the station, busy with work. She had wanted to review the surveillance footage again, but there were so many things on her plate, she couldn’t spare the time.
Yet Dan Xuan could sense that the chilling force emanating from the red fruit seemed even more sinister than the spiritual energy found in the Demon Tomb.