Chapter 32: Obsession

"Susu! I've struck it rich!"
Wen Zhi stood at the doorway, dashed inside with a look of excitement, and gave Chen Su a bear hug. "That idiot Chu Shaowen transferred eighty million to my account! I've finally avenged what happened back then!"
After the hug, she skipped inside, beaming, and plopped down onto the sofa.
Chen Su remained silent...
A waiter walked over to Wang Zhan, then to Bai Lixing, handed each of them a tablet, and left the room.
After a quick wash, Lin Xiaoxue ran to the kitchen, hugged Jiang Fei from behind, and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
He had boasted to his fellow disciples that he would treat them to double-headed abalone, nine-headed shark fin, and that expired 1983 vintage—what was it called again? Lafite.
Gomez was momentarily stunned when, suddenly, a scream erupted from behind, accompanied by an arrogant, murderous aura that permeated the entire hall.
"Master, why have you suddenly changed your appearance to look like this?" Sun Dasheng asked, finding it hard to believe.
The family changed their train tickets that evening, and as soon as dawn broke, they arrived at this Buddhist temple, well-known to everyone in Liucheng.
Although Mingyang was in the catering business and Bozhuang was in cosmetics, it was difficult to compare the two as they belonged to different industries.
While it was certainly not a good thing that Nangong Wentian’s shadow had been copied by the Magic Mirror Beast, Asha couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude toward the Silver Dharma King in her heart.
Since returning to Puhai from Urumqi, Li Jingwei had spent the past three days at home keeping his grandfather, Xiao Chufeng, company.
This feeling of being "scared to death" stemmed partly from the shock of the "Life Storage Ring"—a magical artifact that should only exist in legends, not in the real world—as well as the unease and anxiety regarding an uncertain future, and the inner terror of impending death.
Gu Wangqian said nothing. Although he had learned some things from Nangong Chun, he knew that Lu Jiao, as an old veteran, must have more information.
Xue Wen surveyed the surroundings, occasionally glancing at the flickering compass in his hand, his expression growing solemn.
"Right, right, right! I prepared some beautiful autograph paper earlier! Big sister, I want to get several autographs—do you want any?" Lan thought for a moment and cheered up again.
"Anyway, I will handle this matter properly. I guarantee I won't lose face for our family. When you meet your in-laws later, they certainly won't give you any trouble," Lin Feng could only say this.
Indeed, these talismans were currently nothing more than a weakness for him. They might work against ancient martial artists below the Qi level, but they were of little use against those above it.
"More or less, you could say that." Xiao Qiqi felt it was enough that Chu Fengci could grasp this point. With the embroidery building right ahead, she stopped discussing the topic with him.
Mu Haochen’s figure reappeared on the mountaintop. His clothes were ablaze, and in a panic, he rolled on the ground several times to extinguish the flames.
Dr. Agasa blinked, looking at Ai, who was peeling potatoes, with a puzzled expression. Just as he was about to ask a question, he heard a few sharp, piercing cries.
For a cultivator, getting to know a talisman master is truly a tremendous stroke of fortune.
However, one headache was that when carving manually, spiritual energy is infused simultaneously, but when using a machine, the spiritual energy cannot be infused.
Once the plants are fully grown, they can be sold to NPCs in the game for more game currency, or traded with other players.
Many categories of internet products have been developed gradually alongside technological progress, which suggests that even more categories will appear in the future.
How is this guy a savior? He's clearly a jinx! No wonder he's called Sang Biao! As the saying goes, there are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names. This guy is truly a bringer of misfortune.