Chapter 37: Susan’s Frustration

Zhuang Meng held the box, his face lit with a sincere smile; it was evident he had long coveted the item in his hands.

She had never known him to possess such an impish side. She still hoped he would return to his usual indifferent and cold demeanor; otherwise, if he continued to bombard her with this overwhelming intensity, she would surely have to run away.

It is much like hype; every object requires a story to become valuable. For instance, a common bowl would have its value significantly diminished if it had not been used by Emperor Qianlong.

His suit and shirt were soaked through with sweat, clinging to his skin and tracing the lines of his lean, muscular physique.

"Mmm, good." It was afternoon, and the temperature had risen noticeably. Xia Chuan and Yuzu were thankful they hadn't worn anything too heavy, or they would certainly be sweating by now.

Yet, upon arriving, they discovered that time in the film studio seemed to have frozen. Everyone inside remained locked in a single pose, while those walking outside moved along their own paths as if they could not see them.

Liang Ji placed Zhuge Fangming on a soft cushion. He leaned down, gazing at Zhuge Fangming’s face from close range with an expression of earnest affection.

Gu Xiangwan narrowed her eyes coldly. With lightning-fast reflexes, she dodged and then, grabbing Xiao Yurou’s own hand, poured an entire bag of soy milk over Xiao Yurou’s head.

Work might be disrupted for a time, but it would not be disrupted forever; she could always pick it up again when the moment was right.

Shen Jingsheng walked over from the walk-in closet, and seeing the charming flush on her face, the corners of his lips curled into a satisfied smile.

Wu Yan was curious about his manner of speaking. He followed Yao Dongguang out of the beast-gambling arena, and Yao Dongguang led him to a bustling street not far away. It was crowded with many passing cultivators, and Wu Yan immediately noticed the unique nature of this street.

Seeing this, Su Yuan had no choice but to stop; he could hardly stand by and watch Fairy Wen be harvested by Shen Gongbao.

"Silly talk? Won't we just be seen as redundant by then?" Su Wan patted her hand and chuckled self-deprecatingly.

The entire Imperial Mausoleum was modeled after the city of Xianyang and divided into inner and outer zones; the First Emperor’s underground palace was located in the southern part of the inner city.

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Slowly, however, she let go of that notion, and she found that she and Ham Eun-jung truly had more in common.

Liang Li shouted, his eyes narrowing, his face twisted in anger. Appearing menacing, he pointed his hands, and two magic swords of different colors flew toward Fu Yang to strike.

Seeing that these Ouluo people were not hunting her, Lü Ning let out a slow sigh of relief, yet as the situation on the field unfolded, she found herself slowly unable to contain her agitation.

Kong Xuan also grew vigilant, following closely behind Su Yuan, staring coldly at the Daoist Ran Deng and the others, ready at any moment to unleash his Five-Colored Divine Light.

If the army and people of Zhaoge remained unscathed, Wu Ji would be met with a counterattack after his assault on the city, and Jiang Ziya would immediately retreat. If Wu Ji were to break into the city like a hot knife through butter, it would not be too late for him to enter then.

With no one proactively sending word this time, Chu Haoxuan would surely go to negotiate with the Yan Kingdom to ensure he could march his troops to attack the wilderness on schedule.

At this moment, to avoid those cold arrows, Huo Yinguang was no longer heading toward the location where the Wolf King was lurking.

"Can you explain?" Gui Ran surveyed the empty side chamber and the clock tower, which stood devoid of any ornaments or furniture.

The staff member was frantically looking for paper when the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the air.

Lin Qingqing raised an eyebrow. She hadn't guessed wrong; this twisted, perverted young man was indeed a relative of Gu Jingchen—his younger brother, no less.

As expected, it wasn't long before three figures emerged from the bushes and launched a direct attack on Lin Qingqing.

"Heh! Being friends is fine, but you should understand my meaning. I want to ask: do you have any intention of establishing a relationship beyond friendship with him?" Liang Ran Chu looked at Wen Ting earnestly.

"The morning!" Hong Jiesheng could no longer maintain his composure. He had been sleeping yesterday morning, which meant that after reaching the thirty-ninth floor, his training time yesterday was about the same as Bing Lihuo’s. Yet he had counted it as a day, while Bing Lihuo was only starting his count today.

The onlookers had originally intended to watch the excitement, and some had even prepared to play the hero saving the beauty.

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"You motherf..." Wang Hongsheng was about to rush forward, but Han Xinbei had already vanished into a thick cloud of smoke under the cover of the men in black on both sides.

Although Zhou Qingyu said this, the tension in her heart faded significantly after his humorous interruption.

Since the front-line attack could not pose a direct threat to the Real Madrid backline, the defense in midfield had to be addressed, otherwise, there was a high risk of conceding before scoring. After a brief thought, Enrique decided to make another substitution.

"What?" Cedric turned around just in time to see Percy Weasley embracing and kissing Penelope Clearwater, who had just been discharged from the infirmary.

However, when the beam of light shot toward him, it was blocked by an invisible barrier and then dissipated into nothingness.

The White Dragon Horse gazed longingly at Wukong. Seeing Wukong’s serious expression, which didn't seem like a joke, he nodded his head, took a small leap forward, crouched backward, and then tilted his head, blinking his eyes to signal his understanding.

Just then, Tang Zheng suddenly swung his right foot while running. The central defender Paletta, in a fit of nerves, subconsciously reached out and grabbed Falcao’s jersey.

But now, the business that made the most money for Lin Yuxiu was her floral dew business. Lin Yuxiu had many flowers, and the villagers had planted many more, all of which Lin Yuxiu purchased to process into floral dew.

Even so, everyone was very happy because the stingy shop manager had finally decided to treat them to something to eat.

"She suddenly rushed into the white mist! We don't know what happened!" Wang Qifeng said while firing his gun, sweeping away large swaths of zombies. Hearing this, Ye Qiang wanted to go find her but feared for the safety of the convoy. After weighing the pros and cons, Ye Qiang decided to stay put.