Chapter 58: The Qin Group Issues a Clarification

[Qin Zhengyu, that sounds so familiar. Why do I feel like I've heard it somewhere before?]

[Holy shit, is Wen Shuyun talking about that little princess of Jiangcheng who made it to the trending searches for her birthday a while ago? I remember her birthday was such a sensation—the fireworks show by the river was even grander than the Lunar New Year, and the lights of the skyscrapers along the river all shone for her!]

[Luxury watches all have serial numbers. Wen Shuyun said that watch is real, but it belongs to Princess Qin. Therefore, there is only one truth! That is—Lin Qiongqiong]

"If it were you, and you knew beforehand that a certain endeavor would fail, would you still keep going?" Mo Jiuqing asked, looking earnestly into Mo Jue's eyes as she listened to his words.

How could it be forgotten just like that?! The demon is sneering and building barriers! Perhaps only barriers can prove the power of yearning.

Naturally, there is no other thought; this is the very reason he spoke of. Only those well-versed in the inside story would know about such matters.

"Playing hard to get? Do you think I don't know your tricks? I've seen too many of them. Let me tell you, suitors have been coming to propose to me ever since I was born. Over the years, there have been anywhere from eight thousand to ten thousand of them. Just three days ago, I even turned down the son of a God King. As for you, don't even dream about it," Jiang Xi said proudly.

Divine Doctor Jiang nodded, and she and Mo Jiuqing turned around at the same time—one walking toward the grand doors symbolizing power and majesty, and the other walking away from this treacherous place of flattery and deceit.

What Yang Jian said was the truth, but this truth became a thorn stuck in Zhao Ji's heart, shaking his original intention to spare Yang Jian's life.

Fu Tiantian had not arrived yet, so Ye Chu ordered a pot of tea first. Not long after he sat down, another person arrived at the entrance of the teahouse.

Having arranged everything, Yu Dayong immediately came out, found a coffee shop, ordered a coffee mate, and sipped it slowly. At the same time, he texted Zheng Wushuang: I am waiting for you at the Deja Vu Coffee Shop, and we have important matters to discuss. Drinking coffee while listening to Sax's Going Home was truly a wonderful enjoyment.

How long had he been asleep? A robot's sleep? The experience of a mechanical reaper—he had finally tasted this kind of slumber.

Qin Fengyi said, "Find a few troupes that are good at dragon dancing and get them ready. I want this temple fair to run from before the New Year until after it, and keep going until the Lantern Festival!" Then, he summoned Zhang Yan to discuss where the temple fair should be set up, how much each stall would cost, and how fees should be charged by the day.

After the last man was slightly stunned, he glared furiously at Camus. But the exact moment he turned his head, Camus suddenly appeared right in front of him, the distance between their faces less than ten centimeters. Camus's hand had somehow already pressed against this man's chest.

In an instant, Wang Sanic immediately felt a buoyant primordial energy spreading from his heels across his entire soles. As his feet gradually grew lighter, Wang Sanic could not help letting out a comfortable groan.

The intention of the Eastern Continent to unite also coincided precisely with their expectations, and both sides hit it off immediately.

Little did he know that while he was wantonly indulging in slaughter, the high-level experts he had left behind had already fallen into deep trouble.

Subsequently, Mu Yaping heavily rewarded the relevant researchers, determined to mobilize their enthusiasm to the utmost limit. Especially in a wartime environment, their exuberant work passion would inevitably surge forth in a volcanic eruption, and Mu Yaping firmly believed that the day of fruitful rewards would arrive ahead of schedule.

A massive roar exploded, the wall was instantly smashed through, and a huge hole appeared in the room. Before the dust and debris could fully settle, Johnson stabilized his figure, followed Su Hao's movement trajectory, and leaped fiercely downstairs.

"Very well..." Zong Feng wiped the thin layer of sweat beads oozing from his forehead with a hint of regret, then turned, pushed open the door of the private room, and prepared to leave.

However, his long bangs covered nearly half of his face, and within his flickering eyes, a faint sense of desolation involuntarily revealed itself. It seemed that beneath this handsome face, many unknown sorrows were hidden.