Chapter 54: The Acquisition of the Clothing Store

Chen Jingchuan poured a cup of tea for Jiang Butong and sat down on the nearby sofa as well.

"Xiaotong, I truly can't thank you enough. You have no idea—my family has been passing down its lineage for four generations with only one child each time. If anything were to happen to Lele, I wouldn't have the face to see my parents back home," Chen Jingchuan said earnestly.

"Brother Chen, there's no need to be so formal. As long as it's within my ability, if I encounter someone in need of help, I will..."

A flash of purple-gold light appeared, and the supreme subterranean creature abruptly stopped moving, but it was already too late.

By the evening of the next day, neither Bian Jinglong nor Bian Jinglong had called Lan Ye.

At that spot, there was a graceful curve that even gravity could not flatten. One could only imagine the heavenly beauty hidden beneath layers of fabric.

The reeds stood taller than a person. The trainer and the police dog, hidden within, were completely concealed. The reed leaves were extremely sharp; when they occasionally scratched any exposed skin, it stung terribly.

Yao Ming was a celebrity whom people usually only saw on television; very few had actually met him in person.

As outsiders, the fans did not know about the widely rumored grievances between Qin Han and JUMP within the industry back then.

It was a child, crying pitifully and alone. The sound of weeping seemed to seep into the mist, making it all the more heartrending.

He was a powerful second-tier psychic, with one foot already stepping into the third tier. Before approaching the military base, he had already scouted out the general situation inside.

According to current intelligence, Old A still had at least several tons of white powder unaccounted for, which kept the Shanghai municipal bureau on high alert.

During the car accident in Las Vegas, as the video of Qin Han splitting open the tour bus windshield with a single sword became more widespread, even players far away in China came to know of him.

"You—" The Chinese merchant glared angrily at the burly man, about to fight desperately, but Lin Yun grabbed him and held him tightly; no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free.

Since the Wuchang Uprising, the revolutionary forces had engaged in fierce battles with the New Army of the late Qing in Wuhan, but due to being outmatched, signs of defeat began to appear.

The authorities could no longer suppress the situation; in fact, there weren't even any troops stationed in the vicinity. The army was either up ahead near the Blue River Country, where most had already been wiped out.

But soon, both men showed expressions of joy. In such circumstances, their future cultivation was likely to far surpass that of ordinary cultivators of the same level.

Although Sun Lei and the Dragon Battle Emperors were still present, tens of thousands of blood-red giants all possessed the strength of a Dragon Battle Emperor. Their side was simply no match; in just one encounter, nearly ten Dragon Battle Emperors had already perished.

"This is called the Wishing Stone. Close your eyes and make a wish upon it, and whatever food you desire will appear," Chu Lingfeng explained with a straight face, his earlier smile gone.

"Pervert! Creep!" Shen Zhishuang spat the words unceremoniously at Qiu Shaoze! Although she had to admit that what Qiu Shaoze had said earlier made sense, at this moment Shen Zhishuang was jealous, and naturally would not show him a pleasant face.

Even so, Tang Yue felt that making this short video was quite meaningful. It could be edited and used as promotional material for the Folk Festival.

At this time, Japan was launching attacks on Korean forces by land and sea, and the Donghak Peasant Revolution had broken out within Korea. The King of Korea requested assistance from the Qing Dynasty. Prince Gong took the opportunity to send Li Ningyu to Korea, his title unchanged as Commander, leading his own five battalions into the campaign.

When Chen Jingcang was beaten, all he dared to do was cover his head and run. Liu Wuyou’s provocation was thorough enough; being kicked out was not undeserved.

Luo Yi exhaled deeply, then quickly retreated a few steps. He slanted the cross in his hand behind him, and at the same time, began to summon the faint magical energy within his body.