Volume 1, Chapter 43: Pampering His Wife Across the Table

Mu Wanqing had grown up in the city, so she naturally knew of the famous escort agency and had heard a great deal about Wu Xiangyue, an extraordinary heroine who was in no way inferior to any man.

"So it is Miss Wu and Advisor Ji. Qing'er pays her respects."

At this, the two sisters snapped back to their senses and hurriedly bowed sideways.

"There is no need for such formality, sisters. I was just wondering what kind of woman could truly capture his heart."

"Seeing you today, you are indeed delicate beauties, blessed with national and heavenly loveliness."

"Let alone Brother Liu, even a woman like myself would be utterly dazzled at the sight of you."

Wu Xiangyue took the sisters by their hands and, with a smile, sat down with them to converse.

The two sisters exchanged a glance. Their husband still held them so dearly in his thoughts...

The man wore a look of utter terror, yet it seemed that Möbius had clutched his throat with a bit too much force earlier, rendering him completely voiceless.

The Great Roc Demon King, Jin Wu, raised his head and finally laid eyes on Shi Miao, a legendary figure whose name he had heard so often. At first glance, he was stunned. It was not because of Shi Miao's appearance—though Shi Miao was indeed breathtakingly beautiful, with an ethereal and transcendent grace. He was simply almost blinded by the overwhelming ripples of merit radiating from her.

He had merely called out to Fugui, and Fugui had happily run over to scratch at the door. Hu Jianguo told them to stop barking, which was why they were scratching at the door.

Su Wanqing stretched lazily, and the moment she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a pair of peerlessly handsome, chiseled facial features. A dissolute and unrestrained smile was plastered across the face as it gazed directly at her.

If one wished to buy a large quantity of goods without ration tickets, the only option was the black market, where supplies were far more comprehensive than those found in the dove markets.

Although Shen Lingyao had no desire to wear silk stockings, she could not win against Zhao Qingfeng's demands and ultimately selected a few pairs of white stockings, slipping them onto her slender, graceful legs.

The Saints and the Apocalypse, those two fence-sitting alliances, had previously chosen to cozy up to Star-Dragon again when the Lighthouse lost power. However, the Star-Dragon Alliance players refused to let them off so easily and casually took down a few of their major cities as compensation.

Just at that moment, Mu Ning climbed onto the railing, leaning half her body out and stretching out her arms in a posture to embrace the ocean breeze.

While tasked with protecting Brother Hao, he had also attained the King-tier advanced class "Paladin," making his strength quite impressive.

"By the way, let's discuss something. Come to my office." Wu Xu glanced at Su Li and gritted his teeth.

"Old Hong mentioned not long ago that his experimental fields were insufficient. But knowing full well that the company's land is currently limited, he's been eyeing the surrounding plots to see if any solution can be found. Since Panzi Valley is so close and its conditions are so favorable, how could he possibly resist checking it out?" Liu Qinglian said with a smile.

As a genius of the God Clan, in terms of cultivation, she had already reached the realm of the Peak Martial God, surpassing Xu Yang.

Through Mizuki's Byakugan, she could roughly observe that the ninjutsu used by the Lightning Gate seemed capable of absorbing electrical ions from nature, achieving an effect similar to a self-buff that allowed it to release an even greater amount of electrical current.

Sun Zhuo was also very anxious on the sidelines; Perkins' foul was indeed a bit heavy, but Durant's attempt to dunk that ball was simply far too reckless.

Inside the captain's cockpit, Mu Bai was startled by the intricate array of buttons. He had never imagined a spacecraft would operate with such a complex configuration of controls.

As a Prison-Blood Shura, Rahu needed to rely on fresh blood to recover. The Rakshasa was a Soul-Slaying Shura, dedicated to harvesting souls. And the Dark Asura at the very end—was that seemingly related to religion and sacrifice?

"I see. You want me to go find him?" Mizuki roughly understood the reason, because from a gaming perspective, Baphomet was one of the few demons who did not fear the Dark Lord.

Everyone shouted in unison: "Thank you!" Originally, everyone wanted to address Ling Tian, but many did not know how to properly address him. Calling Ling Tian Junior Brother seemed insufficiently respectful, yet calling him anything else felt inappropriate, especially since Ling Tian still carried the status of a registered roster member.

Chai Jingrong had never purchased virtual gaming glasses before, so upon learning that the year-end bonus would be precisely that item, a wave of joy surged in his heart. At the very least, it would save him the expense of buying a VR headset himself.

"Rumble..." The moment Old Nine's longbow was in his hand, the entire body of the Tengshe soared into the sky. The two thin wings on its back unfurled to a length of a hundred meters, and its massive body spanned several hundred meters as well. Yet at that moment, it coiled and rose like a majestic long dragon.

They solemnly reminded him right then and there. If he could thoroughly figure out the current situation, that would naturally be for the best. It was just that recent events likely held very little utility anymore, and other matters demanded his careful consideration.

Seeing that he lingered and refused to speak, Emperor Jing assumed he was merely lacking the courage to take responsibility at the end, which only fueled his irritation even further. Seizing the teacup from the desk, he hurled it straight at him.

"An invitation letter?" A sense of surprise rippled through the crowd, and one after another, they produced their own invitation letters, their expressions instantly shifting to one of sudden realization.

Yet, when she heard the electronic chime of the system once more, the hesitation in Liu Yun's heart transformed into firm resolve.

"Clack... clack... clack..." Old Yu's words plunged everyone into deep thought. The old chief tapped his fingers gently against the conference table, appearing similarly lost in contemplation. A full half-minute passed before he slowly drew in a breath and spoke.

The reason Poseidon I, Tai, had come to apply was naturally to observe Chen Xue up close and determine whether she was the target he was searching for. For him, this assignment presented an excellent opportunity.

Chen Qian was also baffled; he had inherited all the memories of his original self, yet he simply could not recall which dynasty this era belonged to.

"How could I not worry?" Xiao Hao grew anxious, but suddenly noticing something, he stepped up to the edge of the deep pit and peered down inside, only to realize after a moment of reflection that something was amiss.

Xiao Hao dragged the person straight into the Shen residence. The gatekeeper recognized Zhao Yuanning and hurriedly stepped forward to block them.

"Get down from there at once!" Both the head of the Xi family and the patriarch of the vampire clan believed that the "expert" stepping on a wooden sword could not possibly possess any real power.

Moreover, the Luotian Academy had dispatched over thirty elders this time around. How terrifying was that? Even many Venerable-realm factions lacked such qualifications, and even when the Gongsun family was originally established, it did not seem to have made such a grand display.

Those who perceived it most clearly were a select few, including the Star God, Huangfu Xin, and Duan Fengchun. Their cultivation was the highest, making them the most adept at sensing Han Lang's current state.

Well, although she didn't articulate it, judging by her reaction and that single syllable "uh," I was certain she truly hadn't studied it.

"Mystic Purity Fist! I learned this a hundred years ago, and its power is immense, but... for some reason, I cannot execute it myself! Let me see if I can make any headway today!!" The blue-haired man muttered to himself, taking up his stance.

At that time, Liu Yuanyang and Liu Yuanhang were both loyal Buick owners. Although their home textile business was flourishing day by day, Liu Yuanyang's older brother, Liu Yuanhang, was a very low-profile figure who drove an older-model LaCrosse. Not daring to outshine his elder brother, Liu Yuanhang had purchased the newer model Regal instead.