Chapter 33: The Cowshed

Han Xiangxiang was stunned for a moment, her face turning pale. She Yuqi, having no patience for her nonsense, grabbed Xiao Chun and walked away.

Cao Bianjiao, the brother of Cao Dingjiao, was in charge of overseeing the bandit suppression efforts around Beizhili, while Hong Chengchou was officially declared as the governor of the region.

Honestly, she did not dislike Li Bin. She found being with him incredibly interesting and joyful, and even his letters were written with a wonderful sense of humor.

However, Liu Haitao was a good-for-nothing who cared only for eating, drinking, and having a good time. Old Master Liu knew that if the company fell into his hands, it would sooner or later be forced to close its doors. His other children were equally useless, thinking only of indulgence and lacking any shred of ambition.

"I was just passing by and thought I'd stop in. How are things? Everything well? You look to be in high spirits!" Just as Guang Hanting finished locking his car and turned around, he was met with the warm, radiant smile of Gu Yining.

"Liang Hao isn't home! His father took him out to play!" Old Mrs. Hao’s voice trembled with a hint of a sob on the other end of the line.

Liu Zheng, who was sitting not far from Liu Jingrong, immediately stepped forward to greet Tang Yaohui. The others merely nodded in acknowledgment.

Zhou Jinjun knew that if she wanted to take action or set a plan in motion, now was the best time.

Holding the child in one arm, she reached into her bag with the other and pulled out a wig, placing it on her head. It was a long, wavy, shoulder-length style.

Xue Yutang watched coldly from the sidelines, choosing not to pursue the matter further. The loss of an item bestowed by the Emperor could hardly be compared to common theft; it was clearly an act of blatant favoritism. Yet, Xue Yutang had no intention of entangling himself in it any longer.

Without gaining her father's absolute trust, he would surely refuse her, perhaps even with resentment. She would wait until he trusted her completely before bringing it up. In any case, she would continue to visit her father, and there would be plenty of opportunities later.

Seeing the security guard and the middle-aged man tugging at each other, Auntie Wang hurried over with Qiqi in her arms, wondering what they were arguing about.

Below, the old man looked up at the giant skull in the sky and smirked. With a flick of his wrist, a jade slip appeared. Without a word, he crushed it, and a thunderous explosion suddenly erupted right beside the skull.

Now, she could only try to see if the window would slide open. If that too was bolted, she would have to abandon the idea of entering the bedroom to investigate. If Long Sheng caught her picking the lock, he would surely fly into a rage; his emotional state was currently very unstable, and she did not want to escalate the conflict any further.

As for the other deities from the Central Divine Continent, they did not overthink it and began flying toward Lin Long one after another.

The fat man was terrified that the "pirated" Orange would reveal he was holding a brick. Fortunately, she left without saying a word. Watching her depart, the fat man finally felt the heavy stone in his heart drop.

Although she could go months without eating while in deep meditation, she was still accustomed to tending to her hunger at regular intervals.

Consequently, the share prices of listed companies had plummeted to rock bottom, making stocks as cheap as cabbage.

Just as Ye Feng was lost in thought, Dugu Sheng brought him to a halt in front of a grand palace.

Everyone carried the necessary rations and water. They ate a little and drank some, which helped alleviate their fatigue.

Mu Feng felt quite helpless about this. With a gentle movement of his palm, he grasped the source of the spiritual consciousness. With a slight shift of his body, he passed through the barrier between himself and Gu Moche, arrived before him, and spoke.

After a long while, she began to regain her senses. He had only brushed against her lightly, but his thin lips remained nearly pressed against her smooth skin, moving slowly as his hot breath washed over her face.