Chapter 63: Inter-City Antiques Exchange Meeting

"That works. Just transfer it to my company's account."

Zhao Chen did not want to accept a personal transfer, and the other party might not be able to gather such a large sum in cash anyway. Fortunately, he could use Tang's Jewelry's receiving account and simply notify Tang Yan about it afterward.

Li Lingran looked surprised and said, "Not bad, old classmate! You even have your own company now. What kind of business are you in?"

"Just a small setup, hardly worth mentioning."

After all, he was just borrowing someone else's prestige, and Zhao Chen didn't want to go into too much detail with others.

At this moment, Li Hongsheng let out a contemptuous snort and sneered, "Little Zhao must be facing some difficulties. Having to sell collected antiques implies that his company probably isn't very large."

"Dad..."

However, when the other party mentioned that the house was connected to a figure of vital importance, he immediately changed his mind.

Lin Jinglong understood this reasoning as well. He wouldn't take anything from Xia Donghe for free; if Xia Donghe ever needed a favor from him, he would definitely step in.

Thinking of her behavior last night brought a wave of shyness; she had actually done that with Chu Fei right in front of other people.

The chronic ailments accumulated over many years had completely vanished, and the Great Elder's previously pale face was now flushed with vitality.

Among them was a family photo of the five of them. Staring at the picture, Lin Jinglong remained lost in thought for a long time.

Long before Old Lady Lu wanted to hide near Xu Yin, Xu Yin had already moved away, crossing her arms and leaning against the eastern wall, tapping twice on the window without leaving a trace.

Just then, a landmine suddenly popped up on the screen, and the sound of explosions echoed in her ears.

Immediately afterward, the security personnel in the passenger seat quickly opened the door, and a figure with the hair of an old man and the complexion of a child stepped out of the vehicle.

Shen Wu was quite happy when she first saw the meat, but seeing both of their gazes turn toward her, a faint ominous feeling arose in the bottom of her heart.

Soon, a rich, pungent aroma wafted from the kitchen—the smell of chili peppers, choking yet intensely fragrant, making people cough repeatedly while still wanting to take another whiff. The members of the Lu family all sat in the courtyard waiting for the meal to be ready.

Dabao looked at the bare wall in disbelief and muttered, "Gosh, I saw him drill right into the wall." Then, in absolute bewilderment, he walked over to that section of the wall and pressed against it with his hands, feeling only the solid bricks of the pagoda beneath his palms.

Zes still said nothing, only watching Alice's retreating figure as blood continued to flow endlessly from his mouth and hands.

Though the realms of the living and the dead are fundamentally separate, stray ghosts are often encountered by the living, and those who died unjustly sometimes need to be guided back. Thus, a group of people emerged who shuttle between the two realms to speak on behalf of the dead in the world of the living.

That is: when the same mark appears in both passages, it indicates that Chaozi entered from the left side, because even if a scratch were made in the right passage, it would not magically appear on the left.

Because of this, the venue could hold at least twenty thousand people. Even so, after Hu Cheng followed the large crowd inside, the space still felt overwhelmingly crowded.

Yet one could not deny that the appearance of Ji Fengning was the only light for his father, Ji Xiaoyun, after so much time—dispelling the darkness and revealing hope. He took two steps forward, placed his hand upon Fengning's shoulder, and after a thousand unspoken words, finally condensed them into just two names: "Fengning." Then they bumped fists and smiled at each other.

If Chu Yuan utilized all four types of combat prowess he had cultivated, facing an opponent who had only cultivated a single attribute of battle strength—even if the opponent had reached the fifth tier of the Battle Ancestor Realm—he would still have a fighting chance.

The two burly men beside them stared in wide-eyed astonishment, watching their boss firmly embedded directly into the wall.

"Why did you bring this up again when I finally managed to forget about it? Didn't you use to tell us, Captain, that with greater power comes greater responsibility?"

"No need. For the money to furnish the courtyard, have Xin'er ask the steward to fetch it from the accounting room." Mu Yang put away the scroll on the table.

Therefore, when he stepped forward, took her hand, and walked all the way to the sofa, Gu Zixuan deeply understood this truth.

The Human Sovereign Spirits would not let go of this prime opportunity to attack, hastily driving their spiritual power avatars and unleashing hundreds of terrifying assaults. The Demonic Sovereigns turned back in a panic to defend themselves, yet dozens were still heavily injured and could only turn and flee.

Because of Feng Qian's physical condition, Feng Gu never brought him out to conduct business, fearing he could not endure the exhaustion of travel. However, Young Master Liang, as Feng Gu's friend and business partner, had heard Feng Qian's name countless times; at the very least, whenever Feng Gu came here, he never stopped talking about him.

The Profound Water barrier had just erected when the cyan arrow violently stabbed into it, piercing half a foot deep with a sharp hiss. The dense array of weapon runes on the surface of the cyan arrow all emitted an intense cyan light, and the wind-attribute aura surged wildly and violently.

Regarding her understanding of the Feng family, she knew Qiu Zhixuan understood French, and naturally, she knew who else understood it as well.

Young Hero Gu was not an accomplice in league with Gu Rui, but he was the first to discover what Gu Rui was planning. Keeping it a secret from her, he was actually helping her behind the scenes.

The terrain of the Chiling Mountains was high in the west and low in the east; while the western terrain was elevated yet relatively gentle, the eastern side was steep and rugged. At Eagle-Drop Ravine, some twenty miles away from the stone fortress city, the Tang army had stationed five thousand cavalry in ambush.

As she walked, a faint rustling sound suddenly came from ahead. Hua Qingyan abruptly stopped, her gaze fixed cautiously ahead, her sickle clutched tightly and ready to swing at a moment's notice. The atmosphere instantly grew tense.

Observing this hyperactive brainwave, Ye Xi rolled her eyes internally. I'm not dead yet; I'm an upgraded version of a catastrophe, destined to plague the world for countless eons.

To avoid worrying his father, Jiang Hui briefly shared some of his experiences in the imperial capital and mentioned that he had bought a house there, telling them not to worry about accommodation so that his parents could consider taking some time to visit the capital for a few days.

"Hehe, I'm just an amateur, nothing all that impressive. I'll be more than satisfied just making it to the finals; I have zero expectations for the championship. By the way, what were you and Yanyan talking about just now, laughing so happily?"

"What the heck!" Not only the audience members in the hall, but people in front of their televisions were also shouting those exact words. Watching the guests in the audience who looked as though they desperately wanted to throw mineral water bottles, Cao Fang merely burst into laughter.

Gradually, the temperature grew higher and higher, and the sunken brick showed signs of melting. Ye Xi also began to feel the heat, but she could still endure it.

Parallelism exists beneath narrative; the application of parallel montage, by featuring simultaneous events in different places, places different seasons of the same place or different places of the same season side by side for comparison. Under the intense stimulation of rich ingredients, it further highlights China's vast territory and abundant products.

Qu Bingtong tapped her foot and landed lightly upon the stage, while her opponent was a man wielding a large ring-hilted saber.

Yet he was also astonished as to why Liu Yan would personally lead troops here with a force of merely two thousand odd men.

Jin Yang felt utterly aggrieved. What do you mean by "I can't do anything"? I know how to do plenty of things, okay? I can train pets, go hunting, ride horses, swim, and even fire shockwaves... Ever since she grasped that concept, she felt unstoppable.

Therefore, until Zhan Feihong fully comprehended the entire technique of rebirth from the ashes, Liu Miao'er did not interject with another single word.