Volume 1, Chapter 23: A Sudden Stroke of Bad Luck

Qin Jingyuan was still practicing his flame shield when, suddenly, his spiritual sense detected an incredibly powerful energy approaching.

Zhang Fan hoped to build a large-scale industrial park in the capital of Pakistan, aiming to gradually realize the local production of his products. It would start with assembly, eventually leading to the manufacture of all components within Pakistan.

"It is useless," Mozi said. The giant dragon opened its maw, spewing a torrent of crimson flames toward Zhuge Liang. Seeing the fire, Zhou Yu sneered inwardly; playing with fire in front of him was nothing but amateurish.

Back when he had faced sixty-four opponents, he had utilized space-time resonance to perceive the three-axis space-time wheel. He had been eager to achieve another breakthrough, to evolve the three-axis wheel into a four-axis one.

Nangong Lingyu met her gaze, feeling a twinge of cowardice. Nangong Liuli looked as though someone had stolen her cosmetics—she was terrifying.

"It’s not like one day makes a difference, right? I’m truly not in the mood today. If the Celestial Realm sends someone to kill me today, then let them do it," Wang Ge lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, looking as decadent as possible.

However, for Dongsheng Group, a veteran real estate developer in Hanzhou, this year’s New Year’s Day didn't seem as lively as in the past. The employees no longer expected the group’s chairman, Pang Julin, to come to the front lines to hand out red envelopes. As long as their wages weren't cut further, that was enough.

Zhang Fan looked up at the sky, assuming a melancholy expression. This sentence left everyone stunned.

If Fujiwara Shuo had taken the time to count the population of Hizen Province at that moment, he would have been shocked to discover that at least ten percent of the population had vanished into thin air.

When Wang Ge arrived at the transport office, only colleagues who had just returned from accident scenes were there. Lin Yanwu was not present.

Of course, it cannot be compared to King Min. I don't rely on physiognomy to predict fortune, but since it has come in handy, I am not too worried about anything happening now that Buxian has left for the imperial palace.

His parents were certainly not at the coffin shop, but it was impossible to determine if they had left months or a year ago.

White silk covered the entire main hall, spreading all the way to Source Zhishang and draining his bright red blood.

After another "cycle," ALOS was once again forced to retreat. His breathing had become slightly rapid—not a physiological reaction, but an instinctive one brought on by mental strain. Regardless, the consumption of a player's stamina by domain abilities was immense.

Xu Yang turned and helped Ran Xian walk outside. As for what the bald man said afterward, he dismissed it as hot air; there was no need to take such an idiot seriously. Once he made more money, the man would be groveling at his feet like a dog.

Xu Yang felt uncomfortable under Ran Xian’s laughter, but fortunately, the elevator arrived, and he made a quick escape.

The Qin Emperor's words left Qin Wuhei and the others confused, but the Emperor showed no intention of explaining, and they dared not ask further.

The second child's clothes could be worn by the third, and the third's by the fourth, but what was to be done with the second's clothes?

If one looked closely at Long Yinxuan’s cold face, they would notice the slight curl of his lips, revealing that he was in a good mood.

Hearing Chen Ning’s inquiry, Xu Yang shook his head. He knew clearly that Chen Ning would misunderstand. Even if he told her the truth, she likely wouldn't believe it, so he could only tell her that.

With a flick of her slender fingers, a chair appeared behind Ling Xiao. A tea kettle, white and flawless as jade, poured a cup of tea that emitted a fragrant aroma and floated through the void to Ling Xiao.

After searching through Qiao Yu and Luo Ao’s belongings, he found several keys. After trying them one by one, one finally opened the lock of the chest. Inside, as expected, was a Magic Illusion Token.

He followed behind the three youths, led by the head disciple of the Gu Poison Sect, and sat cross-legged on the flat ground. The disciple gave Ye Fei a medicinal pill and ordered him to consume it. Ignoring everything else, Ye Fei swallowed the pill and began to circulate the Qi Refining Technique, turning a blind eye to everything around him.

The Zhou Yang who once sat in front of a computer screen, tapping away at a keyboard, could now kill without batting an eye.

Zhou Yang suddenly understood. So this was the real point. But looking at the treacherous ghost Li Ru’s joyful expression, it was clearly not a good task; otherwise, it would never have been his turn.

"Father, what should we do? Aunt is not at home, this is a huge problem." Chen Shuyao’s face turned deathly pale with anxiety.

Afterward, he began to add auxiliary materials. The refining of these materials was not as complex; they were melted directly into a single drop of five-colored liquid.

Amidst the discussions of the crowd, a faint flush appeared on Hua Hanyue’s delicate, porcelain-white cheeks.

At this moment, Tong Chao was still in his dream playing cards with the God of Dreams. The God’s skills were excellent, and he had already won several rounds in a row. Tong Chao was speechless, secretly vowing that next time he played, he would bring Yan Chao along. With Yan Chao’s help, the feeling would be different—he would definitely crush the God of Dreams. He believed in Yan Chao’s skills.