Chapter 131: Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment

Zi Chenyu saw this and tossed a pair of chopsticks, hoping to win the favor of the beauty. However, Manager Liu directly used his spiritual energy to shatter the chopsticks, then slapped a flyer onto the table in front of Zi Chenyu. Upon seeing the contents of the flyer, the two bald men recoiled.

Seeing the content on the flyer, Zi...

Unfortunately, fate would not grant them another chance; they failed in their attempt to escape the Blue Star and were buried forever in the annals of history.

After being dealt with by Mu Nihuang last time, Yun Qingqing remained silent for a long time. It was precisely that incident that unexpectedly allowed her to transition from an ordinary person into the ranks of cultivators. She could not describe the feeling, but in her heart, she no longer seemed to dislike Mu Nihuang as much as before.

After an emergency meeting, the Eagle Nation dispatched people to the site, and at the same time, various other countries also sent their own teams.

Chang Yao observed Yan Ci secretly and unobtrusively for several days. During the intervals when she cleaned the room, the girl would occasionally stand before her vanity box, staring blankly at the pile of jewelry and accessories.

The old lady was even more bewildered; she had been recuperating in the estate all this time, rarely inquiring about outside affairs, and had never heard anyone mention it.

As she spoke, she did not reach for a tissue, but instead cradled the man's face, leaned down, and kissed his lips gently.

Even though she was grinding her teeth with hatred, she could not break character. Xie Chaoge shifted her thoughts, her eyes instantly rimmed with red, and she choked back sobs, complaining in a pitiful, delicate voice.

I have already moved into Zhai Xingyue's house, but I have yet to see her private chambers.

However, she could no longer continue the attack, as Saint Michael Island possessed boundless power, far beyond what she could currently overcome with her own strength.

Qin Yang took a comfortable shower. By the time he came back downstairs, the two delicate blossoms, Luo Xiaxia and Gan Tian'er, were already sitting on the sofa, eating snacks and watching television.

It must be said that Chen Manli had always been loyal to the Gongsun family. Her relationship with Gongsun Chuyu was not merely that of a superior and subordinate; they were close friends who shared everything, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe them as best friends.

Moreover, deep within that majestic mountain, the natal spirit talisman inside Lin Dong's mud-pill palace had indeed pulsed quietly. Although the movement was extremely subtle, Lin Dong had been monitoring his natal talisman at every moment, and he still sensed the change with keen sensitivity.

On the other side, Wang Weiya, Chen Zhongyi, and Hong Sheng were constantly calculating Ding Rong's position; they were afraid that if they bought too aggressively, Ding Rong would stop selling.

Zhang Yuanyi looked at the market board and shook his head slightly. Those who short the market always hope for it to fall further, ideally hitting the limit down.

"By the way, has Qin Yang agreed to our request to join him?" Gongsun Junjie asked with anticipation. In their eyes, Qin Yang was now their savior, a powerful pillar they were desperate to cling to, lest their future days become even more difficult.

Qin Yang folded his arms across his chest, watching the group with composure, a cold sneer in his heart. With a light stomp of his foot, the street pavers beneath him cracked into long, spiderweb-like fissures.

Last night, Lin Danqing and Zhang Yuanyi had another deep discussion, once again deducing the trend of cotton.

"As for those seven geniuses, can they really turn the world upside down within this trapped formation?" the Sect Leader of the Kunlun Sect said slowly.

Fatty Liu was overjoyed, remarking that Zhao Wei hadn't scored three goals in a whole year, yet he had scored three in this single match. He wondered if it was the opponent's bad luck or if the Buddha amulet had worked. Wu Tian hurriedly insisted it was certainly the effect of the amulet; otherwise, those three opportunities would never have resulted in goals. Fatty Liu remained half-skeptical and said nothing.

Scanning the people around him, Chang Sheng grabbed one of his subordinates and threw him into the tomb chamber.