Chapter 83: The Bridal Chamber

The two of them lay down on the bed. Lu Jianwei waited for a long time, but nothing happened. She was a little puzzled and turned to look at Gu Huaizheng, only to find that he was even more nervous than she was. The sight made her want to laugh. Not wishing to drag things out any longer, she quietly reached out and touched his abdominal muscles.

Gu Huaizheng shuddered all over. Just as Lu Jianwei’s hand moved lower, he seized her wrist in one swift motion, rolled over, and pinned her beneath him. “Is this enough?” His voice was low and husky.

The atmosphere was growing increasingly tense. Wang Ran couldn’t hold it in any longer. She grabbed her plastic bag and fled from the supermarket as if escaping.

Either she would have to seek the protection of another family, or become a mercenary, but neither option was promising—she would likely end up as cannon fodder.

No wonder the provincial capital was called that—the spending power here far surpassed that of Baishui City. In the first week, the branch’s sales matched half a month’s revenue from the main store.

“Warrior chiefs are elected every four years and cannot be re-elected. Has Lord Miyamoto ever considered what happens to the former chiefs after they step down?” Feng Xian was ready to cast his bait.

The number of workers in the workshop was growing, and the lack of space had become a serious problem. She had considered purchasing a factory building, but none had satisfied her so far. Besides, buying a factory meant negotiating with the Land Bureau and the Administration for Industry and Commerce—it was all too troublesome.

The figure before her was extremely thin—calling him a walking stick would not be an exaggeration. His skin was as dark as charcoal, a pair of bull’s horns protruded from his head, and a black whip-like tail curled behind him. Apart from these features, he was almost indistinguishable from a human.

It seemed that, on this path, all that remained to him was the execution of the law, not the contemplation of it.

For this was a modern craftwork—Wang Ran had acquired it on her way there, paying two hundred to a roadside “master” for the chance encounter.

This building had once been the office of the Vegetable Company. However, after the Vegetable Company merged with the Agricultural Company and relocated, the building and the yard behind it were to be sold as a whole.

Upon reaching the second floor, Colin casually pushed open a door and finally understood what Uno had meant by “clean up yourself.”

“All right, Uncle, I understand. I let my thoughts run away with me for a moment. Please don’t take it to heart,” Wang Jue said, head lowered, her expression hidden in the darkness of night.

Because there was substance when attacking, this sixth true form seemed to have acquired a body as well.

DEVA was enveloped in a halo of shifting colors. The path ahead resembled a time tunnel from a film, the dazzling, multicolored lights creating a scene of breathtaking beauty.

His heart was in chaos. Without thinking, he hurried back to Hattori Hanzo and Ikawa Sanyilang. Before he could utter a word, a bayonet awaited him. For a jonin to desert in battle was unthinkable—he no longer deserved to be called a ninja. In that case, death was his only fitting end.

The two marveled at the uncanny accuracy of the Knicks’ shooters, while Marbury was already dribbling the ball up the court.

These sea mists were utterly devoid of what humans called emotion. For now, Tang Huang could only throw out a massive bait to try persuading Vajra.

Although Colin understood their reasoning, to be honest, he absolutely could not agree with their actions.

As for the two pale gold treasure chests, they were obtained as finishing blows—dropped by Ohnoki and Gaara. The old woman, acting as interim Mizukage, didn’t drop any chest at all.

“You’re in charge of this class; what you say goes.” The old man glared at him, appearing to follow his instructions on the surface, but his expression showed he could hardly bother to waste another word—he just wanted Walker gone as soon as possible.

Though her experience and portfolio were the thinnest, everyone could see that with Jiang Jin’s talent and looks, her meteoric rise was not a fantasy, but a tangible future.

When Ye Han awoke, the two of them let go at the same time. Number 85 stepped back two paces and gazed heavenward, entering paradise mode.