Chapter 140: They Must Not Find Peace

Under normal circumstances, Sister Zhao would never pry into the private affairs of such a wealthy family. However, Song Hui was no longer just a simple neighbor to her.

Song Hui had helped her through so much, resolving her most difficult problems and even helping her vent her frustrations; this was a debt of gratitude she would carry for the rest of her life. Consequently, Sister Zhao’s feelings toward Song Hui were now a blend of gratitude and sisterly affection, and she truly regarded Song Hui as her own younger sister.

After a moment of hesitation, she decided to ask, "Huaiqing, are you two divorced now? It shouldn’t be easy to get a divorce in a family like yours, right? You must be sure to protect your own interests."

Song Hui desperately wanted to say that they had already...

Wen Renya’s eyes lit up. She had been thinking the same thing, but she hadn’t expected Yuan Nanfei to bring it up himself.

Moreover, the pace showed no sign of slowing down. Fan Xiaodong, watching from the VIP suite, couldn’t help but click his tongue in amazement; only now did he truly realize the disparity between a nouveau riche and a clan with deep-rooted heritage.

Fierce, frigid winds whipped the military banners, causing them to flap loudly. The neighing of warhorses shattered the silence of the dawn, and row after row of orderly Khitan troops marched out of the camp, forming ranks on the west bank of the Dayang River.

In this place lay a piece of jade, vibrant and lush green, carved into the shape of a bed and resting quietly in the center of the beams of light.

Yang Haojun and Jing Xiang both knew that this was not the time to flex their muscles against the surrounding powers. Although the steel rails could not yet be laid, the production output of the Dadong River Steel Plant was sufficient to support the development of the entire Liaodong Peninsula. One cannot grow fat from a single mouthful; meals must be eaten bite by bite, and tasks must be accomplished one by one.

"Bang-wooo!!!" A golden radiance enveloped the bodies of Badak and Lele, forming a five-meter-wide energy circle.

Feiyan smiled faintly as she opened the clothes that Ye Feng had bought for her. "Dammit! Why did she suddenly become so alluring?" Ye Feng washed his hands and looked at his reflection in the mirror, slowly trying to calm himself down.

He remained silent, enunciating each word. This was merely an exploitation, a play that had begun the moment he returned to this world. Do not trust him.

Thinking of this, the Sect Master of Surprise looked off into the distance, his expression indifferent yet tinged with a trace of sorrow, as if he were unable to let go of something.

"I’m not trying to scare you; I was just too nervous myself." Shanghai Ma Chao looked at the smiling Sea King, and his aged face couldn't help but darken a few shades.

As Liu Ye hammered away, the piece of Thunder Scale Stone gradually took the form of a seven-foot-long grand bow.

The Lord of Fuyao Province struggled to put his current mood into words. *I, the Holy Son, have actually appeared, yet how could things be so vexing?*

One must understand that it was only because of the warning from that high-ranking figure on that day that he had dared not intervene, allowing the people of Wind in the Rain to attack the Duan residence.

The Zhao woman closed her eyes. She was exhausted and could not be bothered to pay attention to Sister-in-law Xu, much less argue with her.

Just then, the displaced refugees began to act in unison, brandishing their weapons as they charged toward the villagers.

Everything had to be transcribed from memory within this hour. If the time limit was exceeded, or if the error rate reached seventy-five percent or higher, it would be deemed a failure.

Suddenly, he was reminded of the countless short videos he had watched in his previous life about Dragon Kings, Gods of War, Martial Gods, and Medical Immortals.

She scanned her surroundings. Zhang San had absorbed too much of her Heavenly Fire; it would not be difficult for Zhao Yisu to track the scent of the fire to this location.

The two captains behind them wanted to say something, but seeing that their team leader remained silent, they dared not interrupt.

Ling Xiang dared not act rashly for the time being. Just because Qin Chen had played the hero to save a beauty once did not mean he would do it a second time.

The ceiling was draped in thick cobwebs, the floor was grimy, and the table was cluttered with moldy food and a pile of rusted pots.

As time passed, a natural air of authority emanated from the youth, commanding respect. His will was like a mountain, not to be defied. For an army, there was nothing greater than this. As long as Han Xin did not speak, these generals, even with hearts burning like fire, could not move a muscle.

Many believed that while Tang Hai’s culinary skills might not be the absolute best in the world, his influence in the culinary world was likely unrivaled—at most, only the influence of a "Chef of the Century" could hope to contend with him.