Chapter 13085 — Merely Recalling Someone's Derriere; Alas, Fate Never Gave Them the Chance
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Jin Beichen regarded Huan Taigong deeply for a long moment.
In truth, judging by how the rest of the Huan family's senior leadership was behaving at this moment, anyone else placed in charge would never have tolerated such a scene today.
Throughout the entire Huan family, only Huan Taigong possessed the boldness and the prestige to swallow it down in public!
It seemed they would first have to find a way to make Huan Taigong step down.
Jin Beichen and Li Jinwang exchanged a glance, and in an instant an unspoken understanding passed between them.
None of this, however, was anything Wei Zhao needed to trouble himself over.
Though today's affair was a contest between immortals, to him...
Because it was the National Day holiday, the citizens had all gone on leave, yet some members of the government departments remained at their posts—government functions could not be allowed to stop.
"I don't want anything. I was merely recalling that someone's derriere has really excellent bounce. If only..." Lin Hao wore an expression of fond, wistful recollection.
She was not a rude or arrogant person, and naturally would not look down her nose at everyone with a haughty, overbearing air.
In truth, the reason Baili Qi had kept Baili Chen alive two days longer instead of executing him at once was that he knew Cheng Muyu and Qingxi must have questions to ask Baili Chen.
Originally, Lin Hao had come today to negotiate with Sun Xuenong about expanding the pharmaceutical factory; unexpectedly, before he could even speak, Sun Xuenong had opened his mouth first—and judging by that flushed complexion of his, it seemed to be a matter of considerable urgency.
Having failed to learn any formidable techniques from Lin Hao and nearly being discovered by him instead, Yu Qinglei had no choice but to obediently return to her room on the second floor and go to sleep.
In Doctor Ye's eyes, she performed one or two such surgeries every single day; over the course of a year they were beyond counting, and she had long since grown inured to them.
When he lowered his hands at last, Zhang Jingye's face had vanished, replaced by the countenance of the warm youth in Jiang Li's memory.
Luo Xia gazed out the window. The roadside was utterly desolate; apart from clumps of withered grass, not a trace of human habitation could be seen. Looking into the distance, beneath the heavy white clouds the blue sky merged with the horizon.
This was merely the outer garden of the Zhou estate; there would be no treasures here, and it was likewise a place anyone could come to.
Xiao Mo, however, noticed that He Chuan seemed somewhat off—not at all like the He Chuan of before. The old He Chuan would never have reacted this way, but now it seemed that this He Chuan had a great many things on his mind, or rather was deliberating over a great many things, which struck Xiao Mo as exceedingly strange; the lively manner of before was entirely gone.
The two of them busied themselves for the better part of the day, and at last poured most of the wine into the world within the cauldron. Once enough time had passed, that wine would become immortal brew, and when that day came it was sure to sell spectacularly.
The mighty blood-qi burst apart across the ground, flinging up a thick layer of soil, and that Ant King which had only just burrowed into the earth was blasted back out by the force of the blood-qi as well.
Afterward, Yao Ling'er attended upon the Prince of Ji as he bathed and changed his clothes, and the Prince of Ji in turn set about arranging to send a steward to the Prince of Yu's residence with an invitation.
With his present cultivation, it was impossible for him to subdue Tunwu, let alone move it. Xue Hao therefore resolved to depart at once; were he to delay any longer and Tunwu unleashed some savage killing move, he feared he would not even have the chance to flee.