Chapter 49: The Lost Ox

What? You guys want to come and stay at my house? Did I hear that right!

Yan Shifan had long been eager to launch a counterattack against Guo Pu, but after all, he was not entirely a free agent. These past few days, he had been bottling up his anger, and today, taking advantage of the day-off, he had finally summoned this group of people to discuss countermeasures.

Looking at this golden hound of a man, Tang Jun felt a rather unpleasant churning in the pit of his stomach. It seemed the fellow did not even know that his elder sister was born in the Year of the Dog; in fact, he was the sort who would have to pause and ponder for a while just to remember his own Chinese zodiac sign.

These cultivators had not expected the formidable experts who arrived this time to be so overbearing. Not only did they demand the treasures and secret manuals of this shop, but they also wanted their lives. Although they were well aware that if they possessed the same strength, they would have made the exact same choice—claiming all the treasures and secret manuals within this shop as their own.

Because he felt that up to this point, this Ye Qingning still had not revealed her full strength.

Do you really not recognize me anymore? Take a closer look. Jin Yongsen looked at the man in disbelief. Hearing Uncle Quan say that the man had amnesia was one thing, but having his own grandson truly fail to recognize him was entirely another.

How long has it been? Even if he went to find a chick for a quickie, it should be over by now, the older brother said, glancing at a blatantly fake gold watch on his wrist.

Hospital. Although Su Mi had followed Jin Ruicheng's instructions to rest properly in the hospital, whenever she thought of the residents, she still could not set her mind at ease, so she asked Yang Peipei to convey Jin Ruicheng's promise to them.

Three more shots, and then six shots passed, all to no avail. The chubby boss stood on the sidelines, chuckling heartily. Out of ten people who came to try their hand at the shooting gallery these past few days, eight of them were aiming for that bear, yet up to now, the bear remained completely unscathed. The problem lay entirely within the rifle itself—the more carefully you aimed, the less likely you were to hit it.

Liang Song himself came from a computer science background and possessed a very high level of skill. To say that Liang Song was developing it, they might still believe, but could the proficiency of this young CEO of Red Letter Group possibly surpass that of professionals like them?

Given Nangu's martial prowess, she was certainly capable of entering the royal mansion, but to approach Li Yun as silently and imperceptibly as a shadow was somewhat difficult.

She had made scenes with Zhang Biao before, but Zhang Biao was stubborn and self-righteous. Though he promised her with his lips that he would no longer go, he would instead hide just outside the shop and watch.

Many of the fluorescent tubes in the long hanging lamps on the ceiling were shattered, with only a scattered few intact ones still emitting light. The illumination cast itself across rows of shelves, projecting massive shadows onto the floor.

Today I ran into Luo Yunkaizhi, the eldest young master of the Luo family, at the Daoist temple, but the two of them did not seem very familiar with each other, Su Hong continued.

They called themselves the Phantoms of France. They were omnipresent, appearing like ghosts out of nowhere to execute their missions, and once completed, vanishing without a trace.

Yet just such a person who anticipated every contingency had dealt her a massive opening hand the moment she returned.

Thinking of this, the manager slapped himself across the face, regretting his actions so deeply he wished he could beat his former self to death.

The practice of gathering vital breath required internal cultivation as its foundation. As for how much was considered a sufficient amount, there was never a fixed standard; if you gathered too little, it would not be enough for use, yet gathering more wasted time.

Mephisto genuinely could not fathom that Geralt's transaction actually aimed at Zatanoth—the very rival who had once competed with him for the throne of hell.

He should not have entered the bathroom. Right now, he only wished he could rewind time back to when he was taking a shower, just to see where Lin Gantang had gone and what had happened.

Lord Palace Master, thank you for the reminder. Vic squeezed out a smile and spoke softly to the Heavenly God.

All right, let us thank classmate Luo Qiang for his wonderful speech. His presentation made people feel as though they were watching a vivid scene unfold, and it also earned him the highest score from the judges. Now, let us invite the next contestant, the host announced. Since Luo Qiang had already scored the highest, this competition was essentially without suspense, but the proceedings still had to continue.