Chapter 175: Candidate for Store Manager

Fat Chen, who had been struggling just a moment ago, suddenly widened her eyes. While relishing Jiang Butong's kiss, she made a feeble attempt to push him away with her hands, only to be held tightly in his embrace instead.
Gradually, Chen Pan'er's hands somehow wound themselves around Jiang Butong's neck, and her eyes gently closed as well.
Early the next morning, Chen Pan'er woke up first, only to find herself clinging to Jiang Butong like an octopus once again.

Tao Ran lived off-campus and was not allowed to linger at school after classes ended, so she hurried to the wall at the edge of the woods and climbed over it to escape.
When the attendants had withdrawn to the sides, Li Mu reached out to check the injury on her face, but she neatly and decisively blocked his hand.
She possessed the same constitution as the Western Emperor; the so-called Chaotic Body and Primordial Ancient Sacred Body were merely relics of the mythological era, amounting to nothing in this post-ancient age.
And in the blink of an eye, that massive black shadow suddenly appeared right beside Third Uncle and me.
She showed not the slightest bit of negligence in helping Peter handle matters related to the newspaper, frequently came to pay her respects, and wore understated attire during balls, never attempting to steal the spotlight from her.
The man before her was the general manager of a company, successful in his career—he should have been a thoroughly successful man in every respect.
"From now on, he is in the hands of you two brothers. Teach him the methods of our Yamen's painter-scholars. Also, take him to collect his official robes and seal," Wang Tai instructed.
Upon hearing this news, the British ambassador was dumbfounded. Although the Anglo-Russian agreement negotiated and ultimately signed by Count Bestuzhev would never be officially declared void, it had now become a dead letter.
The morning bell was somehow caught right between the teeth of the Chaos beast, causing tears of agony to stream from its eyes.
As a painter-scholar, and one whose cultivation had been fully restored, Wang Tai was perfectly safe. How could mere floodwaters pose any threat to him?
"Hmph! If you don't want anyone to know, you shouldn't have done it in the first place. Words reveal the heart; since you've spoken, even someone a bit duller than me could understand your exact meaning!" Yue Lingshan declared, bursting into loud laughter.
If Young Master Wei were to flee today simply because the S-grade zombie was formidable, his achievements in this lifetime would likely be limited to this very point.
"Shangguan Tangyuan and I are old schoolmates; he won't do anything to me. Besides, me swapping out this blade isn't necessarily a bad thing for them," Xu Ce did not see it that way. This saber was clearly superior to his eldest brother's; Shangguan Tangyuan would have to be a fool not to make the trade.
"Yun Wenyuan advocates for a forceful assault. If we don't press the attack now, Zhou Lingyue will withdraw his forces. With the scorching heat of midsummer upon us, he intends to return after autumn. Zhou Lingyue refuses to comply, arguing that casualties would be too heavy if we attack now, and as for the intense heat, he wishes to retreat into the mountains to take temporary refuge," the scout reported.
A firm and correct political orientation is the soul of the Yan'an spirit; the ideological line of emancipating the mind and seeking truth from facts is its essence; the fundamental purpose of serving the people heart and soul is its nature; and the pioneering spirit of self-reliance and arduous struggle is its defining characteristic.
"You dare mention the common people? Just look at the city of Pingyuan behind you! Utterly devastated! Using ordinary people as a shield for your own rhetoric—have you no shame left at all?" Hearing such remarks from Shui Bingning, Zhongli Yao was consumed by a fury that knew no bounds.
If he did not speak out now, these disciples of the Yuntian Sect would truly depart then and there, leaving the young cultivator with no choice but to voice his own conjecture.
"Brother Prince, won't you explain to everyone why you are so fond of flirting with wild blossoms?" Yue Lingshan seized upon this single question, insisting on getting an answer.
I looked around in astonishment: the distant sun, the undulating sea surface, and the gentle breeze brushing against my face. There was no white mist anywhere around; the entire sea was completely normal. We had indeed emerged.
"You can slowly fight amongst yourselves; I am going inside to take a look." Ye Tian's primary objective now was to find the Dragon God's Soul and locate the Heavenly Dao Stone.