35 Original Intent

At the same time, however, it is also possible to "unite" a group of partners; after all, as the saying goes, people die for wealth just as birds die for food, and only the meat that actually makes it into one's mouth is real.

"It should be safe for now. Find a place to sit and fasten your seatbelts," Jiang Liushi said.

After the six of them exchanged formal greetings, True Monarch Bingji, clad in a magnificent blue robe, waved her sleeves and invited them into the sect to talk.

Although this film appeared in the world twenty years ahead of its time, Mo Xuan believed that classics transcend both time and geography.

Unexpectedly, Bai Murong felt as though his internal organs were being shifted by the impact, yet nothing happened before his eyes. Upon turning back, he saw Di Tingfeng.

Finally, there was one more thing: a vial of blood-thirsty virus and a vial of viral serum. Once the blood-thirsty virus was injected, he would gain immense strength, speed, and reaction capabilities. If he could achieve success in his cultivation within twelve years, he could use the serum to neutralize the virus.

They believed that in the future, these dried fish alone would be enough to sustain a portion of their business, not to mention the top-tier delicacies like bluefin tuna, yellow croaker, large yellow croaker, shark fin, and giant croaker.

"As for this other aspect, I can only say it is mostly my conjecture, but there is no harm in telling you. Just take it as a casual remark and listen as you please; don't ask me why I think this way." The middle-aged man took a sip of wine from his glass, but instead of setting it down, he continued to swirl it.

Yan Qingrui’s expression turned cold. She darted forward, her silver moon dagger slashing viciously toward his wrist.

Somers's death was a relatively easy matter to handle. After all, the fact that he had infiltrated the Dragon City Lord's mansion was indisputable; if Zhu Peng said he was there to assassinate someone, then he was an assassin.

Shui Miaomiao took out the crimson dust-defying silk. She had washed it many times, yet she still could not overcome the hurdle in her heart. But now was the time to play the role of the big bad wolf and put on a performance.

As long as Cheng Hai did not get injured or retire, given his scoring efficiency and rate of improvement, it was likely that no one else would stand a chance at the European Golden Shoe, the Champions League Golden Boot, and other such awards in the future.

"This place is so strange; did Gu Ya not notice?" I glanced at Gu Ya’s coconut juice massage parlor; the neon sign above was still lit, clearly indicating it was still open for business.

Someone had obtained the Dragon Whisker Grass for him, allowing the lake to return to normal and become clear to the very bottom.

Mu Cang had never thought this place was particularly beautiful before, but now, at this very moment, it was the most beautiful scenery in the world.

However, Luo Songxi was not worried about this alone. He had numerous friends and supporters within the Federation, and he was confident in his ability to go head-to-head with Paul. Especially with his current strength, even if he couldn't necessarily defeat Paul—who sat at the pinnacle of the Sanctuary and possessed deep faith-based power—he had enough strength to protect himself.

Fortunately, her younger siblings had not seen her tears, so she could at least maintain the dignity of being the eldest sister.

"Also, I hope you, Brother Yang, will keep this matter confidential. Even if we encounter people within our own organization in the future, do not speak of it. We report directly to our Master."

Hearing that their father had not come to make them eat evolutionary meat, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and followed Zhang Ren over.

Yang Yunxi hurriedly reached out to grab Zhu Li, but she didn't expect him to be so strong that he caused her to stumble.

"Aren't you going to ask him about the Fruit Heart Hermit?" Xiao Lingfeng looked up at Murong Chao and asked softly.

"Rest assured," True Monarch Xijue said. "If Tang Yilin goes too far, I will stand up for her." A disciple who had just brought honor to the sect was being bullied by an elder from another school; as the Sect Master, how could he sit idly by?

Although the ravine was not deep, the heavy rain obscured their vision, and the muddy ground was slippery. Half of the people following the carriage fell in, and the servants behind shouted in panic, yet they had no useful measures to take.

Uh... Duoji glanced at the giant Miemeng and then turned to look at Xuanmei, only to see her red eyes fixed on the Miemeng with monstrous hatred.

To others, talisman bones might be rare items, but for Ye Lingyue, it was different.

Su Junyan naturally did not know what kind of treatment Her Highness Olivia had been subjected to since that morning.

The strategist who had been snapped at by Yang Qinghe was unwilling to let it go, but he dared not confront the top strategist under Prince An. He could only force a smile, say "Yes," and back away.

Everyone present now knew that Lady Wei had suffered an accident in the Empress's palace, which was why she had gone into premature labor.

It was only after receiving news from Zhangsun Xueying that Xi Jiuye had taken the initiative to come to the Thirteen God-Demon Islands to seek cooperation.

Now that the apology had been expressed and he was willing to let her go, could such a choice be decided so lightly?

A-Li had been kneeling to the side to serve, and thinking that Zhen Rou had not rested well for the past few days, she did not want her to be disturbed, so she tiptoed away quietly.

This question flashed through my mind, but I did not voice it. One must know that members of the royal family emphasize auspiciousness; until things are certain, one should not speak of inauspicious things, especially on days of marriage or other celebrations—these are all taboos.

Indeed, lately, she had felt that Zhuo Yuan was acting strangely, both in his attitude toward Shen Qianyue and in his recent conduct.

Just as the master and servant were about to walk back, they saw Xiong Ao, dressed in plain clothes, approaching from the pilgrim's courtyard with two others in similar attire, walking with long, purposeful strides.

Back then, he could have completely stayed out of it. If he had just pretended to dodge inadvertently, I would have fallen face-first into the dirt. Yet, he moved forward two steps and reached out both hands to catch me. From that moment on, a warm current flowed through my heart.

Xia Mingshu’s heart suddenly missed a beat. It wasn't out of a guilty conscience; he only wanted Yuan Yao to stay by his side and had never thought about how to hurt her.

Through the bright mirror of the elevator, he saw a young waiter with a purple-red bow tie following behind him.