Chapter 51 Purchasing a Home

Lin Wei was forced back step by step by the sales personnel.
She knew that sales staff earned high commissions and tended to be arrogant, but she had no idea that salespeople in the 1990s could be this brazen.
Surely this kind of job wasn't an iron rice bowl?
"What is the meaning of this attitude? I'm here as a customer, so why are you driving me away?"
"Do you even know how much the apartments here cost per square meter? Just take a look at what you're wearing—can you possibly afford them? You're just wasting our time—"

Pan Jie harbored thoughts of probing Han Shengqi, and when Han Shengqi agreed to the matter, he naturally harbored thoughts of probing Pan Jie in return.

As the team leaders, Xing Jie and Basang risked their lives to rescue Zhou Ziyu. However, due to the fact that his bones were almost completely shattered and all his internal organs damaged—especially his heart, which suffered the most severe trauma—his condition was critical.

In the end, Zheng Xiao snatched the landlord role, and the first game of Fight the Landlord began. Han Shengqi sat beside Yuan Xianglin, watching how she played her cards. He had to admit that Yuan Xianglin's card-playing skills were far superior to his own.

"Just focus on your cultivation! Stop talking so much nonsense." Hua Feiyun and the others wanted to say something more, but Ling Chen cut them off.

Having searched for so many years in vain, she suddenly appeared today, and in such a hostile manner at that—something the noble lady simply could not comprehend.

The match at the other table had just finished two games, and Han Shengqi walked directly over to that table, wanting to see what the card skills of those three players were like.

Although it was only about ten meters deep from the ground here, the entire structure was made of solid rock. Once the core load-bearing pillars right in the middle were destroyed, tens of thousands of tons of giant boulders would come crashing down. By then, unless you were Superman with your underwear worn on the outside, you were truly dead for sure.

The demon was about to pursue them when it happened to catch the sight of Fan Xiaoling pulling Zhang Ji's hand and running away. The familiar aura emanating from Zhang Ji made it pause for a moment.

Fear-Retaining Sun's words caused the expressions of Cihang Taoist, Guangchengzi, and the others nearby to change drastically, and they immediately soared into the air.

Because Luo Lin's mood remained low afterward and she kept zoning out, Tan Jing proposed to leave.

Thinking of what she had seen last night while rummaging through Yun Chunhua's memories, Liu Yue didn't know how to bring it up. It wasn't that she hadn't considered making Yun Chunhua forget about last night's events, but just as she was still hesitating, Yun Chunhua woke up.

One had to realize that Haohai and the Seventh Prince were on entirely different levels. Just because Lin Feng was able to defeat Haohai, did that mean he could defeat the Seventh Prince?

The old dowager seemed to let out a cold laugh and casually ordered someone to escort Mu Jiuge back to her former courtyard to settle in first. Xiangfang wrapped Mu Jiuge tightly in a cloak, and two burly maidservants took turns carrying her back to the courtyard.

That voice persisted relentlessly, taking a few more steps forward, and immediately a finger poked her forehead.

Su Jingqian glanced to the left and right and said, "Master, everyone who came today is the eldest brother's confidant. If you have anything to say, you can speak your mind openly."

"What?" Harry looked at Luo Xia, his eyes full of confusion, clearly not understanding what he meant.

The two embraced tightly, and Shui Furong shed silent tears of grief, yet she was unable to utter a single word.

"You... forget it." Mu Jiuge was completely awake by this time. She had originally thought she was just dreaming, never expecting it to be real. However, since it had already happened, she wasn't going to make a fuss or threaten death; after all, both parties were willing participants, each getting what they wanted.

During those few days, the entire Xuanwu army was busy driving away the commoners, leaving them with no strength whatsoever to deal with the imperial court's forces.

Ye Zifan looked down suspiciously from the third floor. He had no idea what had happened—who could possibly possess such skill as to catch someone falling from such a great height?

This condition was that from then on, as long as Xie Yi remained a member of the Slashing Dust Sect, he would never be allowed to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

Zhao Ying felt a sense of foreboding. When she wanted to dodge, it was already too late, and she could only allow herself to be tightly surrounded. She felt herself bound by a bone-chilling power that seemed capable of invading her soul, making even her thoughts sluggish and frozen.