Chapter 92

Li Chen possessed a vision that transcended time and space, leveraging capital to advance certain technologies. Now, unexpected rewards began to emerge frequently, much to his delight. Euroda was one such success, and the web-integrated navigation page launched online in North America was another.

Gabriel stepped forward to block, slashing diagonally with his mercury sword. The blade struck Yu Lei’s shoulder but felt as heavy as if trapped in glue. Yu Lei shook his shoulder; the flesh on it twitched like a living thing, detaching from his body and wrapping around the sword.

Yet, her heart refused to obey her own control, beating irregularly whenever she was in the same room as him.

In a daze, Xixina followed into a rather empty hall and heard Xiang Ye say, "We may begin." Instinctively, she began to undress.

Amid the misty rain, her beautiful, flower-like face appeared slightly blurred, lending an aura of hazy seduction to those before her.

Under such circumstances, whether out of courtesy or personal interest, Shen Qiang felt it necessary to meet her. Although Jing Xiangwei’s background did not match Bai Jiao’s, the Jing family was a renowned one in the world of cultivation. To dismiss them silently was clearly unreasonable.

A faint aroma of tea diffused through the carriage. Xuan Shao sipped the tea, occasionally glancing over, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

After much consideration, Javelin finally decided to request support from Bai Bing’s family—the Viking royal line. Unfortunately, she was unaware that it was Queen Ekaterina, the ruler of the Viking dynasty, who had orchestrated Bai Bing’s abduction.

"Where is Sizhe? You two chat; I’ll go see my precious grandson," Joe Guo said, feeling that his continued presence might stifle their conversation, so he found an excuse to leave.

"That’s impossible! We can offer a 5% premium to acquire Exxon Energy’s shares!" Redmond rejected the inquiry outright.

Having been granted the wish to serve at the bedside, Yizhu felt much relief, believing she was one step closer to her goal.

"It’s so late; why haven’t you slept yet?" Mu Lingxi diverted the topic, seemingly unable to explain what had just happened, choosing instead to remain silent.

"I have long known about this matter, but why bring it up now?" Han Long asked, puzzled.

The raiding force had been gone for so long, yet no news had returned.

In military development, the relationship between combat units and military academies has always been mutually reinforcing. In the early days of the nation, combat units lagged in tactical thinking, so the academies took on the task of cultivating officers with innovative strategic minds.

Some of the seals began to crack faintly; parts of the iron walls in Mayata started to melt gradually.

"Wang Jin, you have nowhere to run. Rather than die in the jaws of a demon beast, why not let us cut off your head and bring it back for a reward?" The mournful face grew arrogant again.

Inside the courtyard, he braced his feet lightly against the beams and columns, then deftly wrapped golden threads around the great mulberry tree. With a swift movement, like Spider-Man, he successfully entered the main hall.

Hetenfei strode out of the police station with head held high and a cold expression. No matter how much the people inside despised him, they could only endure, for there was no evidence against him.

Li Mingmin had always treasured the trees in the forest, forbidding anyone from breaking branches. Now, Xiao Yu had actually cut down her tree.

After solemnly greeting Ye Lingyuan, she smiled warmly as Hu Xue approached.

Lying at the kitchen doorway, she truly saw Gu Qingyan tie on an apron and busily attend to his tasks with calm order.

After the green object was pulled out, it seemed to emit a faint glow within the sphere held in Haijiao’s palm.

The morning brought her many surprises, yet after regaining her composure, Hu Xue felt somewhat troubled.

"Jiang Shi, do you want to know who Nanjiyue’s ex-boyfriend was?" Yi Weiqing said as she leaned closer to Jiang Shi.

Jun Muci naturally saw it as well; his eyes darkened, and his expression grew cold, as if a storm was brewing.

Just as I was about to speak, he suddenly ran over, grabbed me into his arms, and leapt straight into the River of Three Paths.

Dressed in white robes with an ancient hairstyle, two snakes—one black, one red—followed behind him.

In desperation, she ran to the bathroom, filled a basin with water, and splashed it over, but it was utterly ineffective.

Yang Jian’s expression was calm, seemingly unaffected by the words of the Supreme Elder. Indeed, he was not one to covet power blindly; his fierce grasp on authority was merely part of a larger scheme.

"Lord Yixiu? Why are you here?" Xia Zixun spoke, her sword unconsciously appearing in her hand as she warily regarded Dongfang Yuqing.

At the end of his sentence, he deliberately raised his voice an octave, retorting with sarcasm that the other party was unreliable.

The previous awkwardness vanished completely; the two chatted happily all the way, as if they were intimate old friends. Yet passersby frequently glanced their way, causing Fan Sisi’s cheeks to flush naturally.