Chapter 68: Inviting Ruan Mianmian for Dessert

Is he really that clingy?
Does he throw a tantrum if he doesn’t see her for a while?
Must she accompany him for every meal and bath?
Even sleeping, he needs her to soothe him to sleep?
He hadn’t realized any of this.
But her words were truly poisonous!
It was another day when Qi Yan was heading to the company.
Ruan Mianmian naturally accompanied him.
Shen Wanru, knowing she’d arrived at the company and recalling the unpleasantness from their phone conversation two days ago, decided she would make Ruan Mianmian suffer today.
“Then come and try,” he rasped after a brief pause, finally giving an address before hanging up.
As the head of the Maoshan Sect and a warrior ranked on the Heavenly Gang List, he didn’t consider it much. Yet now, with the entire Hidden Gates targeting Ye Yan, he couldn’t imagine which sect would dare send a warrior to protect Lin Qianxue.

Du Nantian glared indignantly at the decree, gritting his teeth as he said, “I’ll consult the Emperor on this matter before discussing further. Guards, see our guests out!”
Within moments, dozens of trained, armed household guards surrounded them, each with a fierce glint in their eyes.
Looking at the injured Monk Motian, they truly didn’t know what else could be done to defeat Blade Tyrant.
As soon as Shanya awoke, she saw Nangong Ling set a table before her, placing dish after dish in front of her, and she was immediately overwhelmed by the unexpected favor.
“To think the Chief suffered such severe injuries because of me… Not only was I of no help, I even dragged him to the brink of death… Xiaoyan, what should I do…” Ning Yue was mortified, crying even harder.
Four disciples approached an altar-like place, channeling their divine power. Suddenly, above the altar, a portal appeared like those in games.
Li Jing nodded silently, saying nothing as he watched the movements of the Star Lords intently.
“I remember when the Ancient Buddha Emperor left with the dragon underground—could that have been an entrance?” Ye Yan frowned, deep in thought.
Los Angeles, located in southern California on the west coast of the United States, is California’s largest city by population and the second largest city in America, just behind New York.
After Besilver hammered four black nails into the mountain, he swung his whip, signaling the Eagle Zao No. 2 to carry them into Fine Rain Town.
Though he had promised to accompany Cao Haiyan all day, by afternoon Jing Jian still went alone to the film set. His high standards had already caused slight delays in the production schedule.
Vicks and his companions never expected an ambush, and the interference from lightning further muddled things, allowing Ron’s attacks to succeed again and again, securing his victory.

Watching Mrs. Shen, Long Tian suddenly felt as if he’d been played. It seemed she had planned from the beginning to lure them into her trap, and from their very first conversation, she’d figured out how to get Long Tian to agree to her terms.
When Long Tian heard it was the Black-Eat-Black gang, he suddenly recalled old grudges with them. It seemed fate kept bringing them together.
“How about we go back together?” Carlos suggested casually. Clearly, as long as Ron was willing to leave the Misty Mountains with him and no longer spend every day with Joey, he’d leave at once.
Now, with Droma, taking her life would be effortless. Yet Zhang Tianyang did not act impulsively; he coldly observed the pool of green liquid on the ground, chills running down his spine.
If you followed the strategy of the Rouge Yaksha occupying Su City, now that Chang Baxian was dead, Nanjing would already be hers for the taking.
Zhang Tianyang held his breath, the sinister voice merely glanced at the hidden item before moving on, raising no suspicion.
Boom! Under the astonished gazes all around, the terrifying energy slammed heavily into the milky white shield, erupting in explosive sounds that shook the land.