Chapter 129: Zhao Xuan’s Decision (Please Subscribe!)

"Hmph, you actually held another woman just now!" Zhao Xuan pulled her face away from Chen Anquan’s shoulder, looking up at him with a radiant, blissful expression.

"My apologies," the beautiful flight attendant said with a laugh, looking at the couple embracing. "I didn't realize you two were together." She didn't think much of Chen Anquan holding her earlier; if anything, she had secretly hoped for a brief, intimate connection with the man who had played the hero.

Xu Zeyun traced the lines with his slender fingertips, yet he remained oblivious. He sat on the carpet, leaning his upper body against the edge of the bed, his long legs stretched out with nowhere to rest.

His relationship with Hu Weiyong was poor. He had certainly wanted to kick Hu while he was down, but although Hu had been arrogant over the past year, he hadn't left behind any incriminating evidence.

Facing the questioning, Ye Changqing remained calm. "The century-old ginseng cannot cure the illness, but it can sustain your grandfather's life."

In truth, just as people in later generations look at the lives of the wealthy with longing, many in Jinling City felt the same way about the future. Some would even run out into thunderstorms, hoping that being struck by lightning would allow them to "transmigrate."

"The primary sources of flavor are fats, meat, and various spices. As long as you use enough of these, anything you stir together will taste good," Hu Weiyong remarked, having studied the culinary arts.

Jiang Wanyou’s attitude was sincere; Mother Hu was the first person to offer her unconditional warmth after her transmigration.

What could it possibly mean that a high-ranking official with whom he had no prior connection was so meticulously plotting to bring down the Brilliant Group?

Deng Hui opened his arms and pulled Ding Hong into an embrace. After sobbing for a long while, she finally calmed down.

After pondering for a moment, Li Bo walked onto the main street and followed Qinghe Road to its end, where a Tongrentang pharmacy stood. The shopkeeper was an old practitioner of traditional medicine.

The two demonic beasts and the man in the green shirt all thought the same. Two earth-shattering explosions rang out, and the fluctuations in space rolled outward like roaring giant waves. A rain of blood fell from the sky, accompanied by a miserable cry, as a massive body was sent tumbling into the distance like a tattered sack.

Picking up the jade box, Wang Jue prepared to release his spiritual sense to examine the Sword Controlling Technique at the bottom, but before he could do so, the Husky from the Fang Space sent him a telepathic message.

Outside the Nameless Land, Shiyu, who was confronting the Elder of the Void Tribulation, saw her expression shift. A sigh of relief escaped her, though a trace of doubt lingered in her eyes.

Seeing Wei Bubao’s icy, frost-covered face, Ma Fendan dared not speak. He sprinted directly toward the "Smiling to Welcome the Guest" hall on the third floor. Wei Bubao, carrying the vulture on his back, followed close behind. In less than a dozen breaths, they arrived at the entrance of the hall.

Tang Qing stared at the person before him in dumbfounded silence. He could not find the words to speak for a long time, unsure whether to address him as "Senior" or "Master."

Inside the City Lord's mansion, Zhou Yi lay comfortably in a chair, devouring spiritual fruits. He ate greedily and without decorum, and in no time, the entire plate was gone.

It was just that Li Qing had not expected Gao Hao to attempt a coup, nor had he anticipated that Gao Han, fearing his son would suffer, had already made a decision in his heart.

A wooden bird, appearing from who knows where, perched nearby, seemingly staring at Luo Sheng as well.

As time dragged on, he began to feel flustered. However, he kept checking his internal state, deciding that if he lost twenty percent of his divine consciousness, he would retreat decisively.

The reason Su Niang could stand up to Hu Yunsheng was merely by relying on her original status. Yet, it had become impossible to hide her true identity from Hu Yunsheng now.

Even though their stomachs couldn't take any more, their eyes remained filled with longing at the sight of each new dish. Clearly, Ye Zhi had been careful with the order of service, ensuring the more filling dishes were served first.