Chapter 55 Two Sets of Princess Escort Processions

Hearing her say this, Guan Huizhou cast a few more appraising glances at her. To be able to advance and retreat with such poise—she was truly a woman of substance.

Meanwhile, both the mighty human cultivators and the semi-holy spirit beasts urged Liang Fan not to go to the Burial Immortal Star to accept the challenge, lest he fall into a trap set by the fiend demons.

"Why would I pick a fight with him?" Lu Linlang turned around, poised to walk toward her own room, but then suddenly stopped, spun back, and stared at Qinghong, looking her up and down.

As for Mo Yang and Wang Zongyi, they had gotten up not long ago, neither of them felt particularly hungry or had any appetite, and neither wished to eat.

Sure enough, after hacking and slashing away repeatedly, that serpent finally began to grow listless, its entire head drooping heavily.

Seeing this, Chen Huaxue tightly hugged Ye Xiaohan, who could clearly hear the frantic pounding of Chen Huaxue's heart.

"Are you all made of wood?! What are you standing there like fools for! Grab the horses!" A-Ling rushed toward the grooms and shouted at the top of her lungs. The grooms, however, were completely at a loss—if the horses could be stopped, things wouldn't have escalated to this state.

The vast majority of people had never seen a real firearm; when they thought of guns, they only recalled various movies and television shows. Many of them had never imagined that one day they would actually get to touch real firearms and ammunition, let alone fire live rounds several times.

The wormhole space collapsed, and the mother ship was shattered into pieces amid the violent spatial distortion, while some of the extraterrestrial creatures vanished into the twisted space. The combat personnel around the wormhole swiftly evacuated. With the mother ship destroyed and the remaining extraterrestrial creatures robbed of their former ferocity and strength, they were wiped out completely.

It was precisely because he disliked that kind of commercial strife that Gu Pinglin had entered the entertainment industry alongside Gu Anxuan. Gu Ailuo, as the eldest son, had shouldered the responsibility of becoming the new president of the Gu Corporation. Over the past decade under his leadership, the Gu Corporation had flourished, proving no less impressive than when Gu Yilin was at its helm.

Qu Yang chose not to pursue a lawsuit. Having spent so many years in the industry, he knew all too well the consequences of getting dragged into a major legal battle—in the end, he would just end up losing money himself, making the loss far greater than the gain.

Just as Xiao Chen was sinking into complete despair, he suddenly caught the familiar aroma of wheat. Steamed buns? Steamed stuffed buns?

This nearly caused Li Zhi to have a nosebleed several times over. Although he kindly offered reminders and people gave verbal promises, the situation never actually improved.

Arriving at the pier, Shen Feng and Wang Zhi hid inside the car, waiting for Liu Ye's arrival. Time ticked away drop by drop, and soon it was midnight.

"I understand. Our seemingly merciless crackdown is first and foremost an act of self-preservation, with market consolidation being the ultimate goal. Only by making the blindly following speculators suffer a painful lesson so they stop following the crowd blindly can we maintain order in the paper industry for as long as possible!" Yu Ran gradually came to this realization.

The burly man took the lead and charged directly toward Shen Feng, throwing a punch straight at Shen Feng's face. Shen Feng lightly sidestepped and delivered an elbow strike that instantly covered the man's face in blood, followed quickly by a chokehold to subdue him.

"Yet no one knew that he was Luo Cheng's elder brother," Xu Maogong said, cutting straight to the heart of his own doubt.

"Fan Hong, have you ever stepped inside a tank?" Li Mi dared not tangle with him over what surname he used; he could have whatever surname he pleased, so long as he got back to asking about the tanks.

"What are we competing in this time? Hurry up and get on with it; 'Pheasant Camp' is an awful name." Pei Yuanqing was extremely sensitive to competitions. The moment he heard the word "compete," his eyes lit up. Brushing Cheng Yaojin aside, he strode over to stand on Shen Hou's other side.

"Xiao-sang, a guest is looking for you!" As Xiao Peng lay on the bed chatting on the phone, Chiaki knocked on the door and said.

Flames surged in Mina's hand. Unlike Qiu Xiuxiu, the fire in Mina's palm showed not the slightest sign of weakness. With an overbearing motion, she reached out directly, grabbed the incoming energy arrow, and crushed it to pieces.