Chapter 136: A Double Harvest

At this point, everyone knew: Su Qingli’s husband was not only wealthy but also deeply in love with her, and possessed a remarkably jealous streak.

: "I’m so envious, so envious!"

: "Me too, I’m incredibly jealous. They must both be such outstanding people. Oh, heavens above, when will I ever find someone for myself?"

: "This is what you call success in both career and love, isn't it? It’s wonderful, really. By the way, congratulations on your promotion, Manager Su."

: "Huh? Su..."

Perhaps he was afraid that if he were to become intimate with her, she would cling to him relentlessly, preventing him from living a happy life with Lin Na.

Consequently, Zhang Lei told everyone what had happened inside the game. Immediately, they all stepped forward and reached out to touch Zhang Lei's forehead, and after hearing the story, Monkey burst into uproarious laughter.

Xia Tiangeng did not look back at him; she simply rested her forehead against the window frame, staring blankly at the people moving about on the lawn below.

Emperor Chengxuan’s expression stiffened. He recalled that Xia Tiangeng had only agreed to enter the palace because Concubine Zhao had invited her to the Qingluan Palace for a chat last time. Having drunk too much, he had somehow ended up in an illicit tryst with Xia Tiangeng there, and feeling guilty toward Li Wanmei, he had spent several consecutive nights in her quarters afterward.

Feng Chuge attempted to circulate the spiritual power within her body, only to discover that it would not move at all, and the concentration of spiritual energy in the air was pitifully sparse.

Outside, dozens of guards held torches high, encircling the Princess Tower. Ouyang Feihong had prepared himself to charge into the building, but when he saw the figure emerging from within, he paused slightly. Upon seeing the person’s face, Ouyang Feihong was left completely stunned.

Lishi was taken aback by this, thinking to himself that someone who didn't even have a weapon had the nerve to come out and fight. He raised his left-handed axe upward, and with a loud "clang," the bow was parried away. However, Lishi’s heavy axe was also driven downward by more than a foot from the impact.

Ma Ling, it is said, is the son of my father’s sister—that is, my aunt’s son, which makes him my cousin. I hope that makes my introduction clear enough.

The Youxiong Kingdom soldiers had set up camp two miles away from Fanglei City to light fires and cook dinner. How could the patrolling sentries on the walls of Fanglei City fail to notice? They immediately went to report to the commanding general, Zhurong.

Seeing that Zhang Lei had obtained the Source of the Earth, the Old Demon hurriedly revealed his true form, picked up the Source of the Earth, and began to chant incantations.

Each table was set with ten dishes, which appeared simple yet were prepared with great sophistication. The wine, in particular, was meticulously curated; labels from common brands had been pasted over bottles of Moutai and Wuliangye, so that without a close inspection, one would truly mistake them for ordinary spirits.

It was as if a stream of water from a hose had struck a sheet of transparent glass; while the outline traced by the water revealed the presence of a transparent obstacle, one could not actually see what was blocking it.

"Although I’m no gentleman, I have my own principles when it comes to doing things. As for the television station matter, you can contact them yourself. Sorry, I have other things to attend to." Long Jianfei hung up the phone directly, regardless of the other party’s attitude.

Suddenly feeling a sharp increase in the weight on his shoulder, Lu Yan slumped directly into Ding Linglin’s embrace. She lost her footing and, in an instant, fell to the ground with him.

"Damn it. What do you think?" Long Jianfei cleared away the glass shards beside him before leaning back into his seat.

"Since you have this in your hand, that means the other one is a fake," Long Jianfei really wanted to slap the guy to death.

"The 'gold' in Golden Core does not refer to the color gold, but rather to the essence being solidified and refined—firm and indestructible, like gold." Hearing Luo Huai begin to explain the Golden Core, Zhao Yuan and Hong Biao sat up straight, listening with earnest attention.

Several stone lions stood at the base of the building, and among them, over twenty disciples clad in white robes each carried a long sword on their back.

Han Fei listened quietly, nodding from time to time and tilting his head slightly toward the phone, listening with great focus.

Ouyang steadied himself for two seconds, then took a deep, forceful breath and exhaled slowly, as if a heavy burden had finally been lifted from his shoulders.