Volume 1, Chapter 42: Lin Qiao Becomes the Big Boss

"Little Liu, come and cut this stone open."

Little Liu picked up Lin Yunxi's stone, his gaze instantly drawn to a flash of vibrant green.

"Hah, this is a good stone."

Seeing Lin Yunxi cast a smug look at her, Lin Qiao let out an inward sigh.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Little Liu placed the stone beneath the cutting machine.

After a few cuts, it turned out to be nothing more than a worthless piece of waste stone!

Lin Yunxi's expression instantly darkened.

At this rate, my goal of becoming the world's richest person is not only just around the corner, but I might even become a superhuman.

Just five minutes were all it took; the temptation to restore Weibo's content was simply too great, and everyone gradually logged off from Weibo.

Wang Ning felt a sudden buzz in her mind as a buried, less-than-profound memory was violently awakened.

Later on, when she was locked up with that couple, she bravely apologized, and both Xia Shisheng and Wen Yan forgave her.

Su Yin could no longer hold back the inner anguish within her; her slender, frail shoulders trembled slightly as she began to weep softly.

Yet that very night, while the family was having dinner, a heavy knock suddenly sounded at the door.

After Nareini departed, Feng Mei placed her wine glass on the wooden table nearby and walked toward the sea of rose blossoms.

Amidst the system's cynical commentary, Feng Mei had already reached the man's side, reaching out as if to caress his face.

To her surprise, it actually worked, but the only room left was the presidential suite, which cost two hundred thousand for a single night.

The academy's re-examination was the second astral core test conducted by the Wolf Walker Academy for new students upon their registration.

"Boss Qin, I—I don't quite understand what you mean." Wang Gensheng wasn't entirely sure if this was about the matter at hand, so he had to play dumb first.

She feared that amidst extreme tension and terror, she might lose control of the vehicle's speed and cause another accidental disaster.

Right now, she was pressed tightly against Bai Yanli, firmly embracing his waist, feeling his breath and warmth at such close proximity.

Zhao Feng was no match for Brother Hui in terms of either ability or methods, so naturally, he couldn't sense anything amiss. He only felt a slight chill running down his spine, though his thoughts wandered no further.

Branches, leaves, and vines began to entwine around the rocky cliff walls. Fang Yun pushed these obstacles aside, making a cracking sound as he continued to stride forward.

The firebird was extremely vigilant and spotted the ambushers instantly, turning around to fly back. Knight Feng Qianli, lying in wait at the entrance, flashed his broadsword brilliantly as a burst of dazzling cyan light erupted in the air, enveloping the firebird like a phantom and raining relentless blows down upon it.

Extending my entrenching tool, I hacked out an opening and crawled through, getting my entire body stained with green slime.

Another day? When she had time? So he still had a chance to taste her cooking? Hu Shu watched her busy figure, the corners of his lips curling up slightly.

"Young lady, come with me to the second floor to settle the payment! Rest assured! Since Mr. Qin has agreed to save your father, your father will definitely survive!" Old Huang's tone was unusually gentle.

"You really are a lingering ghost! What on earth do you want?" Rody naturally recognized this person; draped in a black robe upon the southern wall of the Highland Eagle Outpost was none other than that elven necromancer, which made Rody speak with harsh impatience.

Yang Jing and the others hurriedly slipped inside, only to find lush flowering trees all around and, not far away, a vast medicinal garden where various herbs bloomed with brilliant flowers. This prompted Yang Jing to recall a saying: bad men speak sweet words, while poisonous weeds bear charming blossoms.

The blood in the pool churned, and silver light circulated around Mowen's body, intertwining crimson and silver to create an eerie, seductive beauty. Yet looking at this scene now, and gazing at that expressionless man, the Ghost King felt only a chilling freeze deep within his heart.

Leaning slightly forward, she lowered her voice to share the latest major news, and sure enough, she saw Saito's expression soften somewhat.