Since the gifts from the Red Barbarians were sufficiently generous, even Xu San, despite his busy schedule, came over to share a drink with them. As the groom, Xu San was extremely busy that day and had little time to chat with the Red Barbarians, only exchanging a few brief pleasantries before drinking a cup of wine and returning to his duties.
Xu San didn’t even have time to ask about the Red Barbarians’ background, nor did he feel it was necessary. They came to congratulate him, brought so many gifts, and were only a group of about a hundred people, so that was that.
In fact, Ye Feng couldn’t be blamed for this. Even if he hadn’t recognised the old man as a gambling expert, he would surely have found another excuse.
“Li Ziting, will your mother like my gift?” Gan Lu asked, unable to hold back as she sat in the car.
Sui Yuyan’s appearance was such that she often left no opponents alive. At times, she would erase the memories of anyone who had seen her or cast a spell to prevent them from revealing her identity.
“Damn, what do we do now?” I cursed, then immediately remembered the golden sphere in the cave.
“Since these spells are useless, let’s fight hand-to-hand!” Fake Su Hao declared, raising his Sky-Cleaving Sword again. This time, he completely abandoned spiritual techniques, talismans, and incantations, focusing solely on martial arts to engage me in combat.
Wu Fengtian set Li Qingmu down, gently patting Li Qingmu’s back as he crouched in front of the passageway, retching.
The two of them each held a wine glass, the crimson liquid swirling constantly within before being downed in one gulp.
Back then, at the Heavenly Sacrifice Cliff, she had jumped right in front of her. She had said she didn’t want her to take the path of kindness, but the cycle of fate spares no one.
This fine wine was originally brought by Cheng Yaojin for everyone to enjoy during the New Year. The wine’s aroma and strength were exceptional! Knowing Zhang Liang’s fondness for drinking and fearing he might mess things up, Cheng Yaojin had sternly demanded the wine be handed over.
Everyone present, except for Luo Minhao and the Tang-clad old man from the expert team who showed serious expressions, looked utterly puzzled.
As the saying goes, a goal gives you motivation. Without a goal, life is just aimless drifting.
“Hahaha! So, if we defeat you here, break through the divine realm’s defences, and kill Zeus, we, the undead, will win?” Gaselle suddenly burst into laughter.
As he spoke, Wang Fan suddenly produced a long stick, a sly smile on his face. He poked at the motionless old man’s back, but no matter how hard he tried, the old man merely shifted slightly away, showing no sign of anger or even acknowledging him.
[“How… how dare they treat me like an exhibit, a pet, gawked at like this? It’s utterly humiliating!”] Heluo gritted her teeth as she spoke, then dashed across the table towards Airlick.
“Don’t change the subject! During the operation, your army kept demanding things from our special forces, and now you’re trying to pin the blame on us? You, Chief of Staff, shouldn’t be in the military, you should be in politics!” Maria didn’t take the bait, instead sharply criticising him.
A majestic, furious voice roared down from the mountaintop like rolling thunder, causing the many Qiao family members on the mountain to feel their breaths surge, though it also calmed their hearts.
Moreover, although Bright had warned him, his earlier words had indeed been defending Scott. So, even if Scott was utterly clueless, he wouldn’t dare express any dissatisfaction with Bright at this moment.
Though he had been busy with the film crew, Qin Tang had also been keeping an eye on Chen Xin’s matter.
“Was that noise just now the launch tower crashing to the ground?” Vida found it hard to believe. Surely Li Jingyun wasn’t so clueless as to lack such basic common sense.
