Volume 1, Chapter 46: The Remarkable Jiang Duoduo

Zhang Zian knew this was no joke; it was a grave and significant mission entrusted to him precisely because Vladimir trusted him. The effectiveness of his work would directly determine whether the class conflict between humans and stray cats would further deteriorate or even erupt into an ultimate war.

Welder Zhao’s wife opened the refrigerator, intending to throw the fish he had bought into the garbage can. He stopped her desperately, arguing that while they couldn't be eaten raw, they would taste the same once braised in soy sauce. With the state currently calling for food conservation, throwing them away was practically a crime—didn't she understand?

Yue Qi poured a cup of tea, sat down, and gently pushed it toward Li Tianxiu without saying a word. He knew for certain that Li Tianxiu would speak.

"Incomparable! This goal is undoubtedly the best of this round!" Guti offered his praise. This was not merely an appreciation for the phenomenal solo run; as a professional who appreciated the finest details, Guti could not simply turn a blind eye to it.

"How about becoming my Empress!" Feng Qianzhan had very little intention of probing this time; he simply hoped to find someone who would never betray him and would always have his best interests at heart, and Gong Moli was undoubtedly the best choice.

Yi Shuihan immediately raised his glass to welcome the toast. The person offering the drink was Wu Jun. After spending a few months together, Yi Shuihan and the forthright Wu Jun had forged a fine friendship.

Although Arda’s strengths were tailor-made to Diego Simeone’s standards, his weaknesses were likewise enough to give Simeone massive headaches.

Perhaps due to overwhelming nervousness, he misstepped and tumbled heavily to the ground. Scrambling up in a hurry, he glanced back at Yue Qi, only to catch a faint, amused smile at the corner of the latter’s lips.

The moment Long Xiao stepped inside, a chilly draft seemed to sweep through the entire hall, sending an immediate shiver through everyone present. The musicians beating the gongs and drums suffered a hand tremor, throwing the rhythm completely off. Even the two martial arts actors locked in a fierce combat seemed to sense something amiss, their movements noticeably slowing down.

The matter regarding the youth-enhancing essence came to a temporary halt, and Ning Mi proceeded to announce another matter of great importance.

The fact that this young man knew her ID and also knew she was in Jinling meant that he was a hacker, or at least had friends who were hackers.

Should she reproach him for leaving without a prior notice, or should she convey the sentiment that she missed Xu Moshen?

"Blazing Sun Sword Technique!" Lin Feng shouted in fury, the white sword in his hand flashing as it slashed out a red sword-beam, hurtling toward the bizarre bird like a streak of flowing light.

Xu Moshen gripped the sofa tightly with his right hand down by his side, forcefully suppressing the urge to rush forward and stop Tong Lexi. Even though he knew she merely intended to move her belongings out of her former bedroom, his heart was profoundly unsettled nonetheless.

His subordinates felt as though they were struggling to handle this enchanting figure... and worse, it felt increasingly like falling into a trap.

After finishing his words, Yang Fan and Jinghong did not linger, their figures swiftly dashing toward the gap right in the middle of the primeval mountains.

After finishing the meal, Mo Fan checked his watch and realized it was already evening. It was practically time to sleep.

At that time, Fino’s father—Victor, the Horned Emperor of the Milak world—had just conquered the orcs, elves, and trolls. Riding high on his boundless ambition, he launched an offensive against the goblins, hoping to swallow them whole in one gulp and take a giant leap forward in his grand goal of unifying the Milak world.

"I used to be one of the best chefs in City C, and I possess a talent for cooking that ordinary people simply cannot rival." Pride and arrogance flashed in his eyes; clearly, he took immense pride in his identity as a chef.

"And so that stubborn blockhead who only knows how to blindly uphold knightly dogma was rescued by someone? He has now safely escaped Blackrock Mountain and is on his way back to the Empire, is that correct?" Onyxieza sat up from the recliner, her lovely eyes fixed coldly on the butler as she asked.

Zhang Chen remained silent. Originally, he had intended to send a warning to these people, or to the individuals standing behind them.

It was just that she was now living in a small town in Shenzhen, where she had even found a job working in a bakery.

Hearing the word "durian," Qin Chu gave Lin Xi a rather peculiar look before calmly continuing to eat with his usual elegance.

Though the words were spoken loudly, Zhang Chen acted as though he hadn't heard a thing, keeping his gaze fixed intently on the painting.

Following the sound, Yin Qi caught sight of the scattered remains and broken limbs of some bloody gu-insects. Their fallen wings were covered in bizarre patterns resembling a weeping human face, evoking an irrepressible sense of disgust in anyone who looked at them.

The Grim Reaper had heard of those three young men; they were none other than old Wayne, the assassin Locke, and the proudest disciple of Yamaguchi Kaitou.

Many people held a critical attitude toward this matter. Some critics were even exceptionally harsh in their wording.

"Mr. Xu, sorry to trouble you," Qin Chu said. Though his expression and tone were entirely flat, they exuded an intangible sense of oppression.

Qi Yang strode over with his long legs, directly shoving Yu Jingjing aside. His gaze grew grave as he stared at the wound on Luo Chuli's abdomen, his fingers tightening involuntarily.

She stood there with her mouth agape in a daze, her lips parting as if to say something, when suddenly, a black Bentley pulled up by the roadside.

They did not strive for a top-three spot; their sole hope was simply to secure their school's standing and prevent it from dropping to the bottom ranks.

In one's twilight years, the only remaining wish is for children and grandchildren to live in safety and health, enjoying peace and complete happiness.

Xie Yanlai waved his hand impatiently. He had originally been about to leave, but upon receiving this news, he decided he needed to sit a while longer.