50 A Fortune (Second Update)

Shen Zhichen cast a reluctant glance at Ye Zixuan, thought better of it, and without saying anything further, hopped off the bed and walked out of the room, turning back to look at him with every step he took.

While the Olympiacos players lacked the footwork mastery of their opponents, constant defensive interceptions were an absolute necessity. Yet, being unable to win the ball back from the opposition for prolonged periods only intensified the pent-up frustration in their hearts.

An invisible aura of battle and gunsmoke permeated the entire banquet. As the guests watched Shen Qingwu and Imperial Concubine Li exchange barbed insults, they could only sigh that neither of these two women was a pushover.

However, she had no intention of returning to the royal capital of Donglai just yet; she would find no peace of mind there, and it was highly likely that the Du family might trace her whereabouts step by step.

What the alien spoke of was clear to Chen Long. Back in the day, the alien had led Real Madrid to pull off a hat-trick at Manchester United's home ground, subsequently surging into the top four.

One need only look at Jiang Hongyu to know that even without any malicious intent, she would still unconsciously exude a bone-deep sense of superiority, something Su Yunliang intensely disliked.

"What about Du Xinwu? Isn't he Sun Yat-sen's personal bodyguard? Why isn't he by Sun Yat-sen's side?", Du Yuesheng only just recalled this question at that moment.

If one simply employed illusion techniques while integrating dark-powered secret arts such as the "Dark Demonic Skill" and the "Plutonian Divine Fist", the "Eighteenfold Hells" created by Shen Feng was already showing initial signs of success.

A week later, Su Momo held several pieces of clothing that Shi Zichen had just bought for her, trying them on before the mirror over and over again.

Although the blood of the "Snow Qilin" was the blood of a divine beast, making it exceedingly difficult for ordinary people's bodies to refine, Shen Feng had accidentally obtained a single drop of the "Demon Emperor's Heart Blood" at the very beginning of his cultivation.

Although Qianlong famille-rose porcelain had repeatedly broken price records in recent years, Zhou You had once witnessed a Qing Qianlong famille-rose dish-mouthed vase featuring the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea sell for a staggering fifty million yuan, shattering the highest domestic porcelain auction record of that time.

Finally, she drew a few circles that vanished right over the center of her loveless chest, and abruptly snapped her eyes open. Her fierce black gaze carried a hint of ruthlessness and mercilessness as she lifted her arm high and swung it fiercely toward the towering mountain peak on the side.

Jin Yuyu's face flushed red once again at those words. For such a deed to be carried out silently without being discovered for so many days, it naturally required someone who had not only resided within the estate for years but also held a certain status of authority.

Long before many years ago, the greater half of the demon realm had already fallen under his control, leaving the nominal Demon Emperor as a mere figurehead. Outsiders beyond the demon realm could never have imagined that this ethereal, immortal-like, sickly yet gentle person was the ultimate master of the demon realm, whose power far surpassed that of the Demon Emperor Nuomo.

She deeply sensed the changes in Ziqi. Perhaps due to absorbing that flame, although Ziqi's power had grown stronger, her personality seemed to have been affected as well, making her far more fond of brawling.

Since Emiya Shirou had unleashed his power and wiped out the black giant and the black whale in one fell swoop, the remaining black giant wolf naturally became the next target for Emiya Shirou and the Giant God Soldier.

Just like that, dragged along as she was pulled toward the hotel lobby, their unusual behavior inevitably drew the gazes of onlookers.

Shortly after, a white-haired elder entered. Needless to say, he was Elder Xiang, the grandmaster of clay sculpture arts. However, this Elder Xiang did not seem at all like what Zhou You had imagined; he radiated vitality and an imposing righteousness, his sharp gaze practically capable of piercing right through a person.

The waters of the celestial realm ran deep, and murky at that! People from all realms would engage in a renewed contest of strength there. Under such circumstances, she could not drag Xue'er into that vortex reserved for sovereigns.

Yungong Chou suddenly let out a furious roar, his body soaring into the air as he locked in hand-to-hand combat with a figure dressed in black. The black-robed person uttered not a sound, simply lowering his head and relentlessly entangling with Yungong Chou amidst the bamboo grove.

After viewing the projection, the golden immortal stated that the location was two hundred miles away from here, nestled within a western mountain known as Luoyang Mountain.

Meng Yuanheng was also somewhat surprised. As if completely naturally, the endearment "Mo'er" slipped from his lips, and addressing her thus actually felt rather pleasant.

Xiyuan had a habit of carrying an apple with her during missions, explaining to herself that it symbolized peace and safety, and since she brought it every time, every mission would succeed throughout her years of operations.

Ying Hanshi placed her phone into his trouser pocket and immediately released her. Jinzhi looked at him in silence. As he averted his gaze, his jade-white profile slowly flushed a deeper shade of red.

To put it bluntly, when your loved ones depart, no matter how much of a tough man you might be, you will inevitably shed tears because we are human, endowed with emotions, and not cold-blooded creatures.

"This is Wu Xiao, the chairman of the Agricultural and Commercial Corporation from Jinxiu Village." The First Brother finally looked toward the Second Brother from the provincial capital, shook hands with Wu Xiao, and introduced him with a smile.

A faint smile surfaced on his face, touching the corners of his brows and eyes with a clear, captivating charm. His grip tightened slightly once more. Jinzhi's heart skipped a beat.

"A'heng." Shen Qianmo felt somewhat suffocated by Meng Yuanheng's tight embrace, so she gently patted his back and whispered softly.

Gradually, Guo Shaoyang's perspective of her shifted, for there were no absolute saints or absolute villains in this world.

Everyone else stood by to watch the spectacle, and even Caixia's father chose not to show his face at that moment. When Shaoyang saw Caixia's younger brother attempt to come forward and help her, he was blocked by Shaoyang's former prospective father-in-law.

Of the four individuals honored as the Four Geniuses of Yanzhou, aside from Chu Tianze and Xue Yebai who were still engaged in the sword-discussion duel, the other two had already departed the arena early on.

Furthermore, it had become wildly popular, the absolute talk of the town, turning into the primary topic of discussion among all members of high society.