Chapter 39: That Scoundrel Wants to Eat Her Homemade Cupcakes

Xu Yuefeng ate the caramel pudding with a look of pure contentment.

"Sister, I have to say, your talent for making desserts is absolutely incredible!"

Shang Hejing arched a brow, his gaze lingering on Xu Tanxi with a hint of inquiry: "You made this yourself?"

Xu Tanxi took another bite of a raspberry tart and nodded.

"That's right."

Xu Yuefeng added while eating: "After my sister and I finished our coffee this afternoon, I mentioned I wanted dessert, and anyway—"

Furthermore, standard practice for foreign enterprises involves paying a deposit of over thirty percent. Once this deposit is secured, the Fengyuan Cannery can begin operations, and the subsequent steps will follow naturally.

However, Liu Zhipeng never gave up. After turning it over in his mind and thinking it through carefully, he finally came up with a foolproof, albeit rather devious, plan...

"Who is it? You might as well tell me. I want to see if it really has anything to do with me. If you dare to bluff me, just see how I deal with you," A-Xiu said viciously.

The martial arts realm is divided into four stages and thirteen levels: Mortal Shedding, Celestial, Martial God, and Cave Heaven.

The warriors below wore expressions of utter astonishment. Imperial-level powerhouses have always remained high above, fighting on the front lines of the mutated beast battlefield; no one had ever seen an Emperor actually take action.

The situation was slightly better now, but the sharp pain and tremors in his chest, abdomen, and waist were still unbearable. He spat out a mouthful of blood, a nameless fire rising in his heart.

"It was none of my business, but now that we are at a critical juncture, I must conduct an inspection." With that, Zhang Demu walked toward He Zhen and the others.

If they were all taken away by the police, it would inevitably lead to a series of troublesome matters, such as recording statements. Moreover, Chen Donghui lacked connections in the public security system; if he were to be framed while at the station, he would have nowhere to seek justice.

If he had truly devoted himself to cultivation, he likely would have reached the peak of the fourth stage by now, ready to breakthrough to the fifth at any moment.

He deduced that this incident was nine times out of ten premeditated; otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence?

"Hehe..." Tian Yu chuckled wickedly, secretly shoving the raincoat he had been clutching under the seat cushion, and began to take off the clothes he had just put on.

After killing the sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked Temple Apostle, Chen Tianlong once again gripped his Dragon Soul Sword and plunged back into the battlefield.

You Sluo’s gaze was cold. The next moment, an incredibly profound aura surged around her, and her hands formed a complex incantation.

When he returned, he had been entangled by the curse of the Falling Fate Lake. He hadn't removed the curse from his body, and now, it was likely that the gate contained water from the mountain pool behind it. The closer he got, the stronger the resonance between the curse of the Falling Fate Lake and the residual paranormal energy in the pool became.

This life was different from the last. In his previous life, Xia Yuan was a decadent sophomore, but now, he was the center of attention on the stage at the music festival.

Su Qingyang had originally been cultivating in his room, attempting to use dragon energy to clear those vital acupoints that were always blocked.

Then, he reached toward the back of his neck, grabbed the collar of his overcoat, and intended to take it off to use as a bolster, planning to "beat up" Goethe a few times to vent his frustration, while saving the rest for later when he got home.

Therefore, this organization must be the hidden executive branch of the Night. They performed shady missions for the Church, but their identities remained unknown, even to the Enns Port Cathedral.

Suddenly, the imperial decree trembled slightly, erupting with a fathomless divine power that swept Master Taiyi away, leaving him vomiting blood incessantly.

Qin Xiao’s smiling face instantly turned icy. He stared coldly at the newcomer, cold sweat already breaking out on his back.

The waiter brought over a non-alcoholic cocktail, and his clean, bony fingers took it and placed it in front of her.

Thanks to the interruption of Chang Jue’s Wangzai yellow wine milk candy meat, Zhang Tong ultimately never found an opportunity to bring up the text message on the phone.