Volume 1, Chapter 66: Achieving Prosperity and Progress Together

Wu Xingxue climbed up the drainpipe to the second floor and entered the public restroom.

Her room was right next to the restroom.

She took out her key, unlocked the door, entered the room, and closed it quietly.

The room was pitch black inside, and the air carried a faint dampness.

"I am merely examining your body. Why are you so worked up? Be a good boy and lie down," Ryuzawa Miki said, completely ignoring Lei's defense.

"Can you two stop fooling around and talk about business?" Lei was utterly speechless with the both of them.

"Does that mean I will also become a vassal of the Emperor of Japan and swear loyalty to him?" Lei said with a bitter and helpless smile.

"Qian Aijun entered this trade very early. Over the years, he has done all kinds of business and collected all sorts of antique treasures. With decades of accumulation, he should have around two billion," Zeng Yonghui calculated briefly and immediately arrived at a figure.

Then he just quietly looked at him, gazing at him for a long time, from time to time flipping over the garment placed upon his head.

With a deafening roar, the moment the time was up, the grenade detonated instantly. The doorway's floor and door frame were completely blown away, and flying out along with them were the mangled remains of five Yamaguchi-gumi members, all of whom died on the spot.

Rongrong tried to persuade Lucifer a few more times, but Lucifer stopped speaking altogether. Sighing, Rongrong had no choice but to say, "Fine, if you won't come out, so be it. Anyway, I can find out where you are. Yun, Drunkard, let's head back." With that, in a flash, Rongrong vanished before the two of them.

"Xue Qi? Do you have any other opinions on this matter?" Seeing Xue Qi standing in place, unmoving, Qing Yuanling couldn't help but frown slightly.

Without even glancing at the guards, Hu Ao said indifferently, "Hu Ao of the Immortal Realm has come to pay a visit. Chiyang Demon Emperor, please step out and show yourself." Although his voice was not loud, it could be heard with utmost clarity in every corner of the castle.

Especially after this resurrection, whenever he saw Mingtian, an overwhelming and indescribable sense of disgust would always well up from the bottom of his heart, though he had no idea what it was for.

By that time, Jin Yexuan already knew Qi Qi's true identity. No wonder he was in such a rush to make me go back that night... Suddenly, I fully understood Jin Yexuan's strange behavior that night, so I earnestly nodded.

"Who on earth are you?" While being dragged, Mao Qiqi tumbled to the ground. When she knelt on the ground, she was about the same height as the young master. Looking into the young master's eyes, she began to feel a bit frightened. Thus, she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

The next morning, the sky was overcast and gloomy, and Zhao Hui's mood was not particularly good either. When she arrived at school and walked out onto the balcony, she saw Li Zhenguo entering the school gates.

Feeling the wraith-like energy circling around his chest, a wave of sour pain gripped his sternum. This was a sign that the ghostly energy was about to penetrate deep into his body. He had to move, take out the bit of glutinous rice stuffed in his waistband, and apply it to the wound, otherwise, he would undoubtedly die.

After the commotion, Donghuang Taiyi and Qin Shou sat down again. Donghuang Taiyi continued to crack melon seeds and spit the hulls toward Qin Shou's side.

Just as the conversation reached a crucial point, the scholar abruptly brought up an irrelevant matter. This feeling was truly agonizing to endure. Fortunately, building a wooden house was just a flick of the wrist for Jiang Sen, so it didn't keep everyone waiting impatiently.

Subsequently, the battle halberd was retracted by Hou Qing and held horizontally across his chest to guard against the incoming sword qi of the Void Clarity Slash.

"Don't you dare bring up the past with me. Please, just don't hurt her." He hadn't expected her to bring up the past. Was she going to mock his wretchedness and ridicule his unrequited love once again?

"The past? I've always been like this, so what? Don't talk as if you know me very well." Mao Qiqi's suspicions deepened once more. Could this dark-eyed person be mistaking her for his mother? Come to think of it, Mao Qiqi shared a seventy to eighty percent resemblance with a young Mao Yilan, so it wouldn't be strange for someone to mistake them.