21,021

Page (1/3)
Lin Yan thought to himself that he might never be able to come here again in the future, as he had his own plans.
Thus, when Zhang Yuanhang was researching this new profession, he came up with a unique idea.
This was the Demon Summoning Stone; if there was a flow of magical energy nearby, it would cause the stone to be dyed with a special color all around.
Secondly, to counteract inflation: produce goods equivalent in value to 190,000 tons of food, then release them into the market to absorb all the bubbles.
Lin Yan had noticed this place from a great distance but had not mentioned it until now.
It was Lin Yan’s intertwined branches, and these branches, like a pair of eyes, had just flown right to his feet.
Soon after, an old face belonging to Tang Zhentian instantly broke into a smile as he spoke warmly to Tang Xuerou.
Chen Ao clearly felt her eyes glance toward him. Although many onlookers surrounded them, most were merely whispering quietly without much disturbance. The two previously infatuated men had already spoken rather loudly. Naturally, his own righteous and dignified speech was even louder.
Bulma quickly pulled out the Dragon Radar and indeed found six Dragon Balls gathered together. Frieza was just one ball away from fulfilling his wish.
Inside the secret chamber, neither Jing Shiyin nor Lord Jing Shuangcheng had left. Both were now carefully inspecting the “Fate Garment” that Ding Yu had just presented as a “betrothal gift.”
“Has the princess consort been feeling any better today?” She had been bedridden for three days, but her complexion had noticeably improved.
The elevator doors opened, and Lin Wei stepped inside, noticing that no one else behind her dared to enter. Looking around, she found she was alone inside.
Su Lingfeng and Yi Shuijue met at Fat Li’s Tavern. After a simple meal, Su Lingfeng directly stated his intention: to ask Yi Shuijue to examine Lei Yuan’s injuries.

Page (2/3)
“Sigh…” Ye Weilang curled up in the soft chair, hugging her two fluffy fox tails, sighing deeply.
Shu Qingyun’s company was holding new employee training at some expansion base in Changping on Monday. As the company’s HR specialist, she had to teach one of the courses, staying there for three days and only returning on Thursday.
Silence crept upon Su Bei bit by bit. He thought Lin Wei wouldn’t speak, but unexpectedly, she did.
An elderly man in his fifties, with graying hair, knelt nearby, hesitating as he spoke.
“I once told you, before I leave, I must take the Void Sword, the Return to Fields Pill, and… several bottles of the Affectionate Leisure Frost with me, hehe…” Zhang Jianhao said, then smiled sheepishly.
Just as she entered the room, Shi Ling’er was suddenly embraced and startled. She instinctively wanted to push him away but then sensed a familiar presence. Her lips were kissed, and with wide eyes, she looked at the enlarged face before her.
“What madness are you up to again? Are you trying to drive yourself to ruin?” Han Xiaomo watched Song Li take fever medicine and set the cup aside on the table.
This year’s Eastern Capital Mystic Ranking Competition had over twice the number of young soul cultivators participating compared to previous years, reaching an unprecedented scale with more than six hundred contestants. This number was extraordinary, especially considering the raised age limit and cultivation level requirements; yet the number of participants increased rather than decreased.
The scene fell quiet for a moment before Huang Xiang spoke first, curious where such a young man had suddenly appeared from.
So, Hua Beirong didn’t think much; since Liu Demina invited him to dinner, he assumed it was just for business and promptly agreed.
Song Zhichao’s speech was powerful and resounding, stirring the fighters’ enthusiasm to the point where they longed to shout aloud.
Golden Crow had no need to conceal itself; revealing its identity was enough to blind these “frogs in a well,” who had never been to hell but had heard rumors enough to intimidate them.
Qu Ran was stunned—not by what Song Li said, but by the expression and tone he used just now.

Page (3/3)
The car owner, hearing this, hurriedly bowed as well and happened to see the assassin who was killed by Ren Xia.
After a while, feeling cold, Ling Xiang shivered and descended from the rooftop.
“I tried my best, look, I’m wearing high heels! Running here really wasn’t easy!” Song Li lifted her foot to show off the heels.
He struck the Chu family estate again, this time with full preparation and absolute confidence. Before this, he had already dealt a heavy blow to the Chu father and son in business, but he certainly felt it wasn’t enough.
Han Shu had passed the imperial examination and gained an official position. Now, like Yan Mi, he worked in the Hanlin Academy. The difference was Yan Mi was a third-place laureate with a direct fifth-rank official title, while Han Shu still had to endure the grind from seventh rank upwards—a tough ordeal.
Xu Xiu slapped his thigh, “Li Yu, you finally left the Elite Disciples Hall!” Then he used a Voice Transmission Jade Slip to issue an order to Steward Yuan.
However, Yan Mi was certain the Emperor Yuankang lacked both the resolve and the courage. Yan Mi was willing to bet his entire fortune, but the emperor couldn’t afford that risk. Thus, the emperor would wait until Yan Mi returned to the capital before moving against the Duke of Jin’s mansion.
So, two hundred points of health—how formidable would Feiyu’s abilities be then?
Monkey Three gnawed fiercely on a fried scorpion, its crisp sound audible. Everyone was a bit intrigued: was this boldness or a quest for revenge? Given Monkey Three’s usual character, the latter seemed more likely.