Volume 1, Chapter 63: Starting Construction in Two Months, Inviting the Eldest Uncle

"Sister, actually I know you guys are trying to find me a job, but I simply cannot trouble Xiaofan."

Based on modern aesthetics, she designed quite a few sexy garments, each of which never failed to set Huang Rong's heart racing with desire.

At this moment, including the Southern Xiongnu Chanyu Huchuquan, all the Xiongnu who had fled here had fallen into a "blissful" nightmare. In this nightmare, they were omnipotent, possessing everything they had ever dreamed of and enjoying a happiness beyond the reach of any mortal in the world.

"In the Ministry of Revenue these past two years, your subject has seen a great deal. Vast sums of money would inexplicably vanish. The accounts were always balanced to perfection, yet the funds were never put to proper use." Speaking of this, Jin Xuezeng gritted his teeth in suppressed anger.

A massive and intricate magic circle materialized beneath the basilisk, rising in a luminous glow that enveloped the beast entirely.

Naturally, Ma Fang was no armchair tactician given to micromanagement from afar; he preferred to be personally present on the battlefield. Even if any unforeseen situation arose, he could lead his forces in timely reinforcements himself, thus avoiding any arrogant and foolish single-line battle formations.

Any normal person would certainly choose to avoid these bandits. After all, being in a stage of building up one's strength, engaging in combat with such outlaws would inevitably incur losses. According to Su Qiong's plan of returning to Bingzhou to recuperate and build up power, he truly ought not to have a direct confrontation with the Baibo Army.

Yu Dayou remarked that the Emperor exercised exceptional control over these eunuchs, and he had witnessed it firsthand. This proved Yu Dayou's words were true, which meant he all the more could not afford to make this trip to the capital in vain.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Shao was driven straight into the earth by this single spear thrust, his entire body sinking deep into the ground while the surrounding golden radiance remained entirely unaffected.

"Let's go. Since he is waiting for us down below, let's go meet him. Since a grudge has already been forged between us, it's either him or us to the bitter end," the white paper figure said with a placid expression.

"Please answer, Princess Consort." Su Ling seemed unusually invested in this matter, articulating every single word with utmost clarity.

Just as Yang Weiwei was staring in a daze, Qiu Mengqi slowly came down from behind her. Seeing Yang Weiwei plastered against the wall with zero regard for her image, Qiu Mengqi could not help but tap her on the shoulder with a curious expression.

This Dust-Extinguishing Finger was, after all, the supreme art of the Guanyin Sect, and Ancestor Xuanze had already cultivated it to the realm of pure perfection, its might naturally being incomparably terrifying.

Following the Bull Demon King's decision to station himself here, with rumors spreading that he intended to ascend to the throne of the Demon Emperor, the demon clans across the Four Great Continents stirred at the news and converged upon this place in unison.

Yet facing the supreme holy Qi palm print, the art of compassion merely materialized for an instant before being assimilated, forced to retreat, and dissipating completely.

Chu Mengyao left with him as well. She was exceptionally curious—she herself had been completely helpless against the two major shareholders who had betrayed her, so what on earth could Ye Fan possibly do?

A sharp gleam suddenly flashed in the depths of Bandō Tatsuo's eyes. He slowly raised his right hand and brought it down with force. Behind him, the elite and final remnant of the Kamikaze forces erupted into a fanatical roar as dozens of black-clad ninjas charged swiftly toward the Zodiacs.

This also caused the minds of many schemers to become active, eager to reap substantial benefits from the situation.

Just as he was about to step forward and pull Haruko back to the dormitory for some intimate exercise, he unexpectedly saw Jinque descending gracefully, draped in a delicate snow-white hollow-out long dress.

Though his bones were stubborn, he was still destined to perish at his hands—this was truly the most supreme mockery.

Since Shaya had spoken, continuing to head toward Luotong's side now would undoubtedly offend the man thoroughly.

The Boss's HP was steadily ticking downward at a uniform rate, while her own damage output ratio was steadily and evenly rising.