Chapter 93: Ruan Mianmian Won the Argument Again

Ruan Mianmian said proudly, “Grandpa, do I even need to say it? Under A Yan’s wise and decisive leadership and masterful command, our Qi Group has risen like the midday sun and is thriving. Not only are headquarters’ results encouraging, but the branch offices everywhere are climbing steadily as well. Have you looked at the latest quarterly financial report? Many key indicators across the group far exceeded expectations, and total revenue was 12 percent above forecast, up as much as 2...”

As her power grew, Le Di’s sense of smell became ever keener. Catching the scent of blood, her expression turned cold, and she seized Mu Yi by the chin, forcing her mouth open.

Bathed in sunlight, Mu Yi had gentle features and a pure aura. Her pair of dark eyes was clear and limpid. Unlike herself, sunk deep in the mire and covered in mud, Mu Yi was pure, clean, and so beautiful one could not look away.

I could hardly believe it—when had I turned into a monster, devouring human flesh, cold-blooded, merciless, and devoid of reason?

Although Mu Yi had once exploited Pei Ji’s contempt for humankind and guided Xuanyuan Dihong to destroy his physical body at the opportune moment, she had never dared to underestimate the true form of the ancient silver phoenix.

Wang Ling shouted curses from inside the sack of flour; after a moment, she began to sob under her breath, her crying enough to make one feel uneasy.

Qiao Chuya thought that if word got out that Mingyue had been infected by the plague, it would likely cause panic among the common people and the disciples of Mount Shu. That would be no good for the Mount Shu Immortal Sect, nor for the great empires and the major clans.

Zhang Yun had already given her instructions beforehand; with Lin Ruoxue’s intelligence, she naturally worked with Zhang Yun in perfect harmony.

These past few days, no matter what means she used to curry favor with Xuanyuan Dihong, he ignored her altogether.

I propped my phone against a bottle of soy sauce, rubbed my hands together, and pulled my coat zipper tight. Seeing that her face had gone a little pale, I knew what I was about to say was heavy, but I had to lay it out plainly.

After taking in the whole thing, Zhou Jin finally understood: this drama seemed like an immortal fantasy, but in truth it was a period idol romance.

After all, though the world of molten magma was vast, for those formidable beings it would take only an instant to reach the border.

When she woke, it was already the afternoon of the next day. An Mengyi was still a little dazed. The blanket on the other side had already been folded away; it looked as though Song Sizhe had already gotten up.

“You’re already like this, and your temper is still that bad!” Yang Gang’s teasing voice reached her ears, making her even more furious.

There was only the tiniest bit of cooking oil left on hand, so Lin Chong usually ate boiled mushrooms. These past two days, with the first anniversary of his transmigration and the joyous occasion of meeting people from the Tang of another world, he had finally taken it out to fry mushrooms.

Ma Lan criticized them one by one, leaving everyone in the cell livid with anger.

“According to the analysis, the fruit is a transcendent fruit. It can raise cultivation, enhance potential, prolong life, and be used in medicine, puppetry, and so on,” the system explained.

Seeing his younger brother at a disadvantage, the tall man was preparing to step in and help him when, at the very instant he was about to move—

Although both were department-level officials, these two departments held real power, especially the head of the Development Commission. Since this country began its policy of opening to the outside world, he had controlled the nation’s course; the wave of reform had largely originated with him.

The Empress Dowager, advanced in years, could not abide Consort Zhen’s coquettish airs, but thinking it was the emperor’s birthday, she did not speak up and simply chose not to look.

Though the news was astonishing, for those in power, events eight hundred years from now—or even a hundred years from now—were still far enough away to be considered at leisure.

The Super-God Sniper System had been developed years ago by the Weapons Research Institute of the China Consortium at Fang Xiaoyu’s request. It had only been issued to the Special Operations Army four years earlier, and for the sake of secrecy, it was equipped only with that force; not even the sniper units of other regular troops had it. This showed just how much the military of the Chinese Empire valued it.