Chapter 75: He Tiansheng Turns Again

Dai Rong whispered, “I’m afraid this might not be appropriate… What if…”
Su Li interrupted, “There’s nothing inappropriate about it! If we don’t resist now, the emperor will only tighten the noose around our necks. Do you all want to just sit here and be strangled to death, little by little?”

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The contract from Yang Xi made it clear: for five years, all diesel used in diesel-powered equipment in the North would be supplied by only one distributor—Xinyang Industrial Company.

Li Chengqian pointed at one of the large carts laden with food boxes, a cheerful smile lighting up his face as if to say happiness is better shared.

Hearing her cousin mention this, Dong Wan’s legs felt a little weak, but when she looked at the massive ship beneath her feet, her courage grew. If the ship were to withdraw at this moment, there would be absolutely no problem; no one could possibly catch up.

By now, the other two had already reached Zhao Yun. This time, Zhao Yun did not dodge. Instead, he pushed off the ground and soared into the air.

Chrislitov’s laughter mercilessly knocked Asa down again and again, contemptuously dismissing everything she held dear and believed in.

As soon as he finished speaking, those who had thought someone else might be just as perverse immediately understood his meaning. Schemes began to form in their minds, but Liu Peng, in the private room, began to curse furiously.

However, this area was the top-tier selection of Dream Jade Gallery—every piece a masterpiece among masterpieces. If not for the fact that these were gifts for the master, the two sisters would never have come here.

“I’ve already told Doudou what needs to be done. If you want the details, ask her later.” Li Chengqian gestured toward Lin Doudou, then stood up, ready to leave Blue Feather Villa.

Despite the man’s shouting, the husky didn’t react at all. It continued lying there, tongue lolling out and eyes rolled back, as if completely unconcerned with the magical formation Er Dongxiang and Xue had set up.

Though only a probationary platoon leader, a leader’s order is still an order. There was no room for disobedience. The cavalry unit, 152 strong, hastily armed themselves and charged toward the scene.

Cerys stripped off all his gear and had Bass lean back against the wall, hands joined together to make a platform. With a running start from across the street, Cerys stepped onto Bass’s hands and, propelled by the lift, vaulted over the wall.

The thriving energy of the place attracted a group of talented directors to Miramax. Capital from India and China flowed in, steadily supporting the company’s growth.

“Our armies are still locked in a stalemate east of the mountains. Even with your dragons, you haven’t crushed us. That’s because our commander is King Lion Eltosia. Doesn’t that prove my point?” Crown Prince Nordeon argued.

And yet, in just a few dozen breaths, Zhang Jingfan had recovered. It was truly beyond belief.

“Ah!” Elia was a bit embarrassed—it was indeed she who set the precedent for tavern brawls, though she hadn’t started that particular fight herself.

Qin Meng observed that the four bodyguards were all agile young men—three black, and one white.

Yun Xi didn’t care about the chaos outside; to her, even without her fourth son, the other consorts wouldn’t like her anyway. No matter what she did, she’d never win them over. It was better to act in accordance with Kangxi’s wishes and let him remember her kindness.

With a Dragon Claw strike, a shadow swept past, grabbing at the massive golden dragon. Cunning as ever, it tried to seize my body and escape the Dragon Pillar. But it was in for a surprise—Azure Dragon, with a graceful sweep of its tail, sent the golden dragon flying.

“If you know what’s good for you, I don’t mind making some concessions,” Zhou Hong said with a smile, looking at Zhang Jingfan.