Chapter 97: The Green Tea Zhou Qiner

Su Qingli was skilled in divination, while Di Yunshen was cunning and calculating. Both of them could see through Zhou Qiner’s intentions. Three years ago, Di Yunshen had already developed a distaste for the Zhou family, and now, three years later...

After Di Yunshen left, he happened to bump into the two of them. He didn’t even spare Zhou Qiner a glance! With a grim expression, he shot a look at Shen Ci. “Come to the meeting…”

“What on earth do you mean by this? What news is it exactly?” The Master of Skyward Peak saw Wu Simian’s grave expression.

After threatening the four of them, Meng Chao’s gentle demeanor vanished, and he suddenly seemed as rabid as a mad dog, shaking his head and shouting loudly.

“I came to see you right after getting out of the car, Dad, but what about you? Is it just Yi Feng now?” Yu You pouted.

With her voluptuous curves and long legs, even though only her silhouette could be seen now, her figure in person couldn’t be much less impressive.

Steward Fang’s eyes lit up instantly when he saw the pile of spirit stones, which was nearly as much as his entire monthly salary. His voice trembled.

The originally black neural web instantly turned red as crimson lightning surged through it.

At this moment, Jiang Li’s spirits lifted. He had been troubled over how to gather the formidable players he’d met along the way. If, in the future, the game opened up such a platform, it would indeed be a good solution.

His physique was on par with the top five superhumans, and with the boost from martial arts, as long as no exotic beast cards were involved, he was confident he could hold his own in close combat against one of the legendary Twin Geniuses, Qi Tian.

More than just something amiss! Shuang Yue’s entire face was twisted and ferocious, her eyes bulging, demonic scars spreading from the corners of her eyes.

“No time!” To everyone’s surprise, the man in the white coat gave the colonel no face at all, blocking him with just two blunt words.

When erasing Liya’s memories, he was already a level-seven mage. Liya’s mental strength was far inferior to his.

Yet after Zhang Hao spoke, Mo Xue’er didn’t stop crying. On the contrary, she wept even harder, looking as if she’d suffered the greatest grievance, pitiful beyond words.

He planned to keep the fossil of the first mammoth he discovered in the castle. The other fossils could be exhibited for free.

Early in the morning, the housekeepers had already risen and started their chores, but Jiang Yuhan didn’t let them prepare breakfast. Instead, she insisted on making it herself, personally preparing a heartfelt breakfast for herself and Zhang Hao.

As soon as the steward saw Lan Ruoxuan emerge, he waved his hand, summoning four stunning slave attendants to surround Lan Ruoxuan, each holding a different object, as if to completely isolate him.

Link smiled and said, “That’s really not a problem.” Not to mention that the seed already had a patent—in the United States, even if someone managed to steal it, they couldn’t sell it, nor even plant and sell it. What he truly worried about was theft in other countries.

Zhang Hao didn’t intervene in the matter. For him, if the old men enjoyed their games, he was happy to let them be. After all, it did him no harm.

“One of my own? Ha! My own people aren’t such foolish humans!” Sha Molly’s eyes suddenly shut, and the sword that had pierced the trainee began to lift, dragging with it a mist of blood.

In the room, only Zhang Hao and Qin Ruoxi remained. The atmosphere fell silent once again. Qin Ruoxi nestled in Zhang Hao’s arms, saying nothing, making no move, simply holding Zhang Hao’s hand in quiet stillness, as if only in this way could she feel the slightest sense of safety.

Su Ruhui wore a pale blue palace gown, her hair styled in a high bun with only a single turquoise hairpin. Her brows were furrowed with worry, her face fraught with anxiety, and the embroidered handkerchief in her grasp was crumpled into a ball—a picture of deep concern.

Of course, this remark was merely the monk’s sigh at the sheer number of weapons before him. After all, no one would march into a world war armed with five pistols and a thousand spears.