Volume One, Chapter 83: Calling Him Husband, Showing Off Their Love

“I don’t like it. It’s annoying!” Bian Xunzhou blurted out, his eyes seemingly frozen over, devoid of any warmth.

Yet Yang Shan simply stepped back and brought up Xuan Nulei Zun’s past kindness, which gave Bai Li a headache. He knew his wife’s cooking was good, but had never expected her plating to be so artistic.

Chu Ji had been worried that the selection of products at the maternity store would be limited, but fortunately, the Aixing Infant Specialty Store under the Si family had opened here, occupying half of the third floor.

As more people gathered in the livestream room, he was increasingly seen as an entertainment streamer rather than a technical one.

“Maybe they’re talking about the S Tournament champion?” Translator enthusiastically offered an analysis, her voice soft and innocently charming.

Upon entering the workshop, Chen Zhi sat at his usual spot, fiddling with fine powder in his hands.

Before Chen Zhi could protest, Liu Yulian picked up a cloth and began to wipe his back.

Rong Ye grew excited; with the help of several companions, perhaps they could give Hoss City a grand gift.

Even he himself had overlooked the fact that after his efforts, Yun Yun’s words of thanks and the reward she gave were never lacking.

The resources of Red Sand Isle were far from being saturated; Yang Shan lost nothing by giving the Snake People some water and low-grade spirit plants that were useless to him but could be used as food.

Lin Mingcai once again took Xu Lingwei’s hand, and the two slowly entered the celestial emperor’s sleeping palace.

The flashy Aston Martin was meant to show off in front of Su Jin at noon; as for why he wanted to impress Su Jin, he hadn’t really thought about it.

There were plenty of other fish and shrimp in this lake—if he didn’t feed them, the water serpent would find food for itself.

The 15% distribution split even broke the industry’s unwritten rules; films with such high distribution fees did exist, but they were niche productions seeking only to be shown, not to make a profit.

“This shot is fantastic. I’ll become a real journalist for sure—I've worked my whole life for this.” The old man hummed, but suddenly a sharp cracking sound rang out, and as he stared into the lens, his world turned to darkness.

The youth nodded, and from somewhere, produced an ancient green notebook, handing it to the Soul Heavenly Emperor.

Yi Shuixian was not familiar with them, but as someone in the same circle, he stepped forward to greet them.

“Your Majesty, truly there wasn’t, but this servant has made arrangements. You can catch her anytime, though it’s not convenient for you to go out at the moment,” Madam Cui spoke gently, careful not to anger the Empress. The Emperor’s mood had indeed been unpredictable lately.

Purely in terms of combat power, the Black Panther was even more formidable than Captain Steve, who had received the super-soldier serum.

As for Zhang Yue, she seemed extremely curious about Young Lord Jiutian and refused to return to Zhang Tao’s body. But the one suffering most was undoubtedly Shuang Yu. “Oh, you think you’re tough? Daring to hit even me?” Though Jiutian sat astride Shuang Yu’s back, he would not let him off easily.

In an instant, countless martial artists hidden nearby burst forth, shouting as they charged. Each of them had a cultivation of at least the Heaven-defying Realm, with more than a dozen at the Killing Heaven level. Hundreds, even thousands, streaked like shooting stars toward the Divine Realm.