Chapter 59: Grassroots Empress IX

Mizuki was considered quite easy to talk to. Knowing that Yuezhen Li's current state was largely tied to his unfair past experiences, she felt that if he was willing to surrender without a fight, there was no need to engage in pointless bloodshed.

The official statement was that in recent years, with the promotion of this model, the resulting speculative mindset and numerous drawbacks had begun to surface. Producers took the opportunity to inflate single-episode asking prices, leading to a skyrocketing of actor salaries. Sometimes, regardless of which channel viewers switched to, they would see the same blockbuster drama, resulting in a massive waste of programming resources.

After an unknown period of time, Klock was choked awake by a pungent, tear-inducing stench. He found himself floating in viscous, bloody water.

As his rapid breathing gradually calmed down, Yu Shiyi revealed a demonic and sinister expression, occasionally letting out low, chilling chuckles of "he-he-he."

There were actually only two main agenda items for the meeting. The first, needless to say, was the unveiling of the massage chair. After all, last night Ye Xianyan had just advertised the chair, and riding this momentum would save at least several million in advertising fees.

When setting the schedule, Hu Fan feared that the rebel scouts might discover his army, so he dared not let his main force get too close to Baocheng.

However, after snapping back to reality and savoring the parrot's words, everyone present, except for Chunfu, burst into uninhibited laughter.

After thinking through this creative concept in meticulous detail, Mubai felt that his idea was viable, and even considered expanding it to mobile phones once they were manufactured.

This was a tall, handsome man clad in heavy armor, holding his helmet, leaning on a long sword, and carrying a shield on his back, looking just as if he were about to rush into the battlefield.

"Haha, meetings are a rare occasion, so today I've brought some toys for everyone!" Not long after, Xiang Pengfei saw President Mu walk into the conference room carrying a bag of silvery-white objects.

"Yes!" The surrounding guards answered without a single moment of hesitation, their decisive voices resounding like a giant bronze bell, fiercely striking against the man's eardrums.

The lengthy meeting finally concluded. As the senior executives and staff gradually dispersed, Xu Jinqiao and Wen Chenghe walked side by side out of the conference room, discussing the follow-up management issues regarding the New Aibao Mall's New Year's Day grand opening as they walked.

That being said, Lin Xuan had no intention of studying anyway, as grades and such were unimportant to him.

As for Xiahou Fei, she merely raised her brows slightly, her gaze as calm and tranquil as water without a ripple. With a soft smile curving the corners of her lips, she sat there with complete composure, as if the grouping just announced had nothing to do to with her at all.

"Could anyone be more exceptional than Tantai Jin?" With a single sentence, Yang Yanran's subsequent words were completely choked back into her throat. She stared fixedly at Tantai Mieming for a long time before letting out a faint sigh, pressing her lips together, and not uttering another word.

The sudden, radiant smile on Ye Fan's face caused many of the surrounding martial artists to sneer contemptuously. Across from him, Lei Wu's eyes also held a trace of coldness, but upon confirming that Ye Fan would follow, Lei Wu's gaze shifted back to the other martial artists present, selecting members for his vanguard team according to his own strategy.

The falcon phantom behind him gradually faded, yet its pair of raptor eyes still carried a fierce, soul-devouring aura.

Sun Ling was clueless about the situation and wanted to put in a few kind words for Ni Rui to smooth things over, but upon seeing Xu Jinqiao's gloomy expression, she was too frightened to speak.

With that, Qiling turned around and stepped into the nightlife outside the door. Qiling could not catch up in time and could only watch as he walked back to his own room.

The night sky was dyed in dazzling colors by the city's neon lights, and countless vehicles shuttled hastily through every corner of the city.

Fortunately, there were no other cultivators around Ye Fan at this moment; otherwise, they would have been scared out of their wits by his display of sword-flying arts.

That day, the three major families had recovered a combined total of three hundred and ten million from the Jin family, belonging to the Sun and Song families.

Feng Junzi had always believed that Murong Fu was both an egoist and a woman of deep passion... He occasionally thought her exceptionally clear-headed and adept at weighing pros and cons, yet on the other hand, he found her utterly foolish at times.

Zhao Ru'an and Chen Shui'er were also startled; Lu Yu had only told them she was having an allergic reaction, without specifying what she was allergic to.

Basking in his triumph, he suddenly caught sight of a flicker of white light in the distance and quickly reined in his smile to inspect it carefully.

At this moment, beneath Sheng Shixuan's feet, the Eight-Steed Demon God, though unable to fly out of the water, lashed out with dozens of giant tentacles to continue pursuing him, each tentacle hundreds of feet long.

In any divine realm, God-Realm cultivators were powerhouses; they could never be mere foot soldiers, holding at least the rank of commander or higher. Most commanders were only in the late Divine Cultivation stage.

By now, the sky was completely dark, and a crescent moon had risen into the heavens. He lit a cigarette, clamped it between his lips, and walked along, paying attention to the bustling nightlife around him while pondering where to go to vent his pent-up frustration.

Jia Yunkong's expression shifted drastically. Aside from humiliation, his heart was filled with apprehension. Logically speaking, since he had already backed down, the other party should have taken the opportunity to step back as well. At the very least, they shouldn't spark a conflict right then and there. Yet, did the other party care about him in the slightest?

For all these years, he had been responsible for taking care of the Dragon Head's daily life, so he naturally knew how terrifying the pain of being burned by raging fire truly was.

"There shouldn't be any Deity-Transformation cultivators here..." Jiang Tian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up.

After an unknown duration of time, Lin Hu opened his eyes and looked around, noticing that Feng Wuyou was fast asleep in a chair. Lin Hu shook his head, feeling a sense of physical weakness and hunger.

At this moment, the face of this youth, who looked like an immortal descending from the heavens, finally betrayed an emotion akin to fear.