Chapter 45 Journey to the Qing Dynasty (45)

Lu Chenfeng smiled slightly and simply strolled along the street. After all, the Soul-Shifting Breath-Concealing Technique could still be maintained for more than a day.

Even if they were to die, they would die together; they would never allow Mo Junli to perish right before their eyes.

"That is a business secret and cannot be disclosed," Chen Feng said with a smile and a shrug, though inwardly he was offering a bitter smile. Did he not want to open more branch stores and make more money? Of course he did; he would be overjoyed if he could earn more.

At that moment, Chen Feng was staring intently at the rolling meat wontons in the pot, engaging both his sight and sense of smell. His eyes observed the degree to which the wontons were heated in the boiling water, while his nose captured the scent molecules released by the wontons along with the steam, using the changes in aroma to accurately judge their level of doneness.

"It's snowing!" Meng Heng ran out the door, looked up at the white snow filling the sky, pondered for a moment, and hurriedly ran back inside.

The Dragon Clan's Holy King was not someone just anyone could see. Ever since Zhang Bo became the Holy King and entered this courtyard, she had never stepped out again. On one hand, she needed to continue cultivating her inner power; on the other hand, she had to maintain her dignity and mystique. Moreover, staying here was the safest option for the time being.

Witnessing this scene, the Fire Emperor and the others twitched the corners of their mouths. A lion could be this intelligent—their initial anger instantly subsided by quite a bit.

Others might not understand what Cabine meant, but how could Moyang not know? Both of them were individuals who had been eroded by "malice."

"Oh, no," Lisa muttered, feeling somewhat speechless at her own clumsiness. The noise she had just made was more than enough to attract the attention of the mercenaries in the adjacent cabin.

Following this train of thought, Li Muyao immediately located matter with corresponding attributes within this void. They all shared a common characteristic: although ethereal and shifting, they remained within a certain boundary and never drifted elsewhere.

Standing firm for over a century, the ancient Tao family residence had weathered the vicissitudes of time, with every brick and tile steeped in historical accumulation.

"It's fine, I'll help you pick!" Uncle Zhang pulled his coat tighter around his shoulders and volunteered enthusiastically.

Moreover, under the current circumstances, He Chuan had no choice but to take a hardline approach. If he maintained his previous attitude, this Manna would likely continue pulling the same stunts.

In truth, even when the Island Nation was at the zenith of its power, it was utterly incapable of contending with the Pan-American Alliance. After all, operating as an alliance formed by a single massive country, the Pan-American Alliance was the most powerful entity among the four-party coalition. The Island Nation was merely a speck of land created by land reclamation; the disparity in strength between the two was self-evident.

His words were half true and half false. Ryan could share hardships with the Man in Black, but he had no intention of sharing wealth and luxury with him.

When Bufan previously told Anna to leave first, it was precisely to guard against the Wind God Duyan going back on his word. Although Bufan dodged a step too late, the Wind God Duyan failed to keep him behind, though it did leave Bufan with yet another compound injury.

Luo Yu had once heard a legend about the Ferris wheel: lovers who rode the Ferris wheel together would ultimately break up, but if they kissed when the Ferris wheel reached its highest point, they would stay together forever.

The silent apostles finally showed signs of change. First, they looked at each other in astonishment, and then they all silently fell into deep contemplation. Just as Bufan had said, the Central Realm had endured too much suffering, yet people seemed never to have learned how to grow.

On the contrary, Xiao Mo began to grow sick of this Li Maoshan, even wondering why Li Qing would find such an investor. Such a person completely insulted the very title of an investor.

"That's just wonderful! Collaborating with a psycho puts me under immense pressure." Chu Song smiled at him, put on his sunglasses, and walked away with his head held high.

Judging by the blistering popularity of Zhuyang's culinary establishment, he should be rolling in wealth; why would he ever need to borrow money from him?

Among them, one divine dragon was the most robust. The moment it opened its mouth, a terrifying false surrender suddenly exploded in their ears.

Such appraisal star arrays had appeared countless times at auctions, as many precious treasures needed to be appraised on the spot to determine their value.

He lay there for a long time, trying hard to fall asleep during the period, but as soon as he closed his eyes, the pleading image of the Princess of Tianchi immediately appeared in his mind, leaving him restless and perturbed.

Having been beaten yesterday, Mother only felt that upon leaving the Zecheng prison, she had fallen into a huge pit and been taken under someone else's control.

Fang Xiuqin still held a deep fear of Aunt Fang's methods; frightened slightly, she hurried away, proving herself to be hardly a loyal or righteous person.

Simply because her surname was Yun and she belonged to the direct lineage of the main family, that single point alone was enough to provoke endless speculation among the crowd.

"I understand. You are extremely competent as the department head, and no one else in our school is better suited for this position than you," Qin Keke flattered, fighting back nausea.

This was Fei Feijing's first time attending Old Master Wu's private cocktail party and her first time entering this reception room. The moment she stepped through the doors, she was captivated by the luxurious interior decoration, her lips parting slightly in a daze as she remained unable to snap out of it for a long time.

With Liyu's guarantee, Qile naturally no longer regarded Dong Qilin as a stranger. Unleashing her mischievous, wild-child traits, she put Dong Qilin through a thorough ordeal.

"That preserved fruit was personally made by this concubine. Thinking it would help relieve the summer heat, I sent a jar to Senior Consort Xiurong. But the fruit preserves do not have the property of promoting blood circulation, so how could they possibly cause Consort Xiuyuan to suffer a miscarriage?" Mei Xi said, looking somewhat puzzled.