Chapter 152: Luo Xiaohui's Revenge

I have struggled for twenty years, only to be outdone by your family’s demolition payout of two apartments.
I worked hard to graduate from a top-tier university, then slaved away at my job just to buy a school-district apartment for my child, yet you were born into one.
Who would have thought that Zhou Jianliang’s unintended marriage would be to a future hidden billionaire?
Jiang Butong suddenly felt that all his years of struggle were essentially meaningless.
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With the image of Mu Hanxiang’s vacant expression lingering in his mind, Cheng Qinghan felt an indescribable sensation in his heart.
After sitting silently downstairs for a while, Lu Cheng tossed his cigarette butt aside, started the car, and slowly drove away.
Seeing the puddles before her, Li Yiwan was about to lift her package over her head and wade through, but Li Yu stopped her.
Having struggled within this necklace for a thousand years, he naturally understood clearly that the current God of the Mist was not his true self.
However, Zhou Boyi, Zhou Xuantong, and Wu Zixin would reside on the top floor of the Red Mansion, which was where Tang Huang lived.
Only after hearing Ji Qiuliang’s words did the Hundred-Herb Fairy stop her laughter and walk toward Cheng Qinghan.
Shadows stretched across most of the pier, and massive wooden crates or metal containers were piled everywhere, providing excellent cover.
Li Yu sounded irritated. "The price of a one-month extension is for you to marry Qin Qingming. That’s it. Does it make a difference whether I say it or not? Could it be that you would actually marry Qin Qingming?!" Li Yu’s voice was loud; this was the first time Li Yiwan had seen him lose his temper like this.
But if the goal of the upper-tier war was to kill the opponent, a single day would be considered long, let alone months.
Because of the competition, the academy gates remained open at all times; while outsiders could not enter, it was no problem for the students to come and go.
"When you brought the crystal back, you told me it was something I had given you before," Mo Han stared at Mo Yuan.
He smiled indifferently, masking the bitterness in his eyes, and turned to walk into the city. Everything he had exhausted his life trying to change remained unchanged. Since the harm was already done, why bother offering explanations?
In that instant, all the spring water lost control and scattered in every direction, while the incoming seawater surged down into the netherworld.
Chen Ling’s heart skipped a beat; facts proved that many things were ruined by that single word, "but."
Come to think of it, not handing over the entire antidote now is merely a precaution. After all, if this old guy were to trick me, wouldn't I be at a huge loss?
Taking a deep breath, I peeled off my bulletproof vest and retrieved the bullet lodged in my right chest, examining it. Just then, however, the door was suddenly pushed open.
Compared to them, Xie Chulv possessed considerable strength, and although the twins had had their ghost-raising arts destroyed, they still held a faint trace of spiritual power.
A thick smile spread across my lips as I activated Displacement Slide, doubling my movement speed and instantly arriving before World-Dominating Blood Wolf. Without mercy, I raised my Heaven-grade weapon, the Dragon-Roaming Blade, and struck him with the single-target skill, Burning the Boats.
Jie Feng Qian’ge was slightly stunned and asked in return, "Has Mother arrived?" Except for Madam Feng, no one else in the Prime Minister’s manor had any relation to her. The Prime Minister had linked her and Feng Luanfei to the two most powerful factions in court; although there had been twists and turns, everything had gone as he wished, and she saw no need to concern herself with them further.
Shen Yu had never held any affection for the second branch of the family. Even though the truth had been uncovered—that the third branch was responsible for Yun Ci’s death—the mere thought of Yun Qi’s loathsome face and his past covetousness toward Hanchu made Shen Yu feel sick.
With that, he bowed to the soldiers once more to bid them farewell, turned, and headed toward his tent to pack his belongings.
Titan shook his head hurriedly. He knew very well what this young man, who had declared himself the Holy Emperor of the Eastern Land, was doing. The man could have stayed out of it, developed his own power independently, and waited for the other factions to exhaust one another before swooping in to reap the rewards.