Chapter Thirteen: I Fell for You Before You Fell for Me

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Shen Guoqiang, Director of the Special Operations Department of the Dragon Group, wore an increasingly grave and unsightly expression; or perhaps, ever since he received the news this morning, his expression had never been good.

The coldness, like eternal ice that had never melted for ten thousand years, vanished the instant he appeared, replaced only by the warmth of a world springing back to life.

Furthermore, given the relatively loose management style of the Great Qin Star Realm, its overall strength, even if not at the very bottom among these dozens of star realms, could at best be considered mid-tier.

A coach naturally loves diligent athletes, just as a teacher loves diligent students. However, like a teacher, it is incredibly frustrating and disheartening to find that a student who arrives early every day is using the wrong methods and completely ignoring the key points that have been emphasized.

"Yes, Master." Joanna nodded, and after exiting the parlor, she took out her walkie-talkie to relay the order.

As the heir to a cosmic-level corporate kingdom, even if Veline’s appearance were as ugly as a hog-beast, she would still be fawned over by many with ulterior motives. Not to mention, she was not only far from ugly but exceptionally beautiful, even surpassing some celebrities.

It seems the auction house played a double-cross, killed Wu Xiuming, and injured my scouts. Wu Xiuming died just like that, in a state of utter confusion.

A strike as furious as a mountain—the power of this move was beyond what any ordinary person could imagine or withstand head-on.

After finishing her meal, Qin Wan indeed took her cloak and headed out. Upon leaving the main room, she saw the four "Wan" maids waiting outside. Qin Wan glanced at Wan Xing. "Let Wan Xing come along," she said, and walked away.

The demonic army, like a swarm of locusts, sought to submerge the high and mighty gods, while the deities sat upon their thrones, watching the ocean-like tide of demons below with cold eyes, overturning the entire world with a wave of their hands.

Chen Feng was unaware of what was in Jon’s mind at that moment. He only knew it was time to break this formation. The galaxy rolled and surged, constantly pushing forward. Wherever it passed, flames were extinguished. Seeing his own fire dragons, Chen Feng could not help but frown.

"Give it a rest," she rolled her eyes. "Do you think I’m deaf? You and Su Lili were at the door of the room..." She stopped mid-sentence. The sound echoed in her ears, and she felt deeply displeased.

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"Bastard, you can go to hell." Dark Night roared, suddenly vanishing before everyone’s eyes.

"It is getting late. I wonder where Young Hero Mo is staying? If it is too far, it might be inconvenient for you to return." Qin Qin could not bring herself to ask him to leave directly, so she could only hint that it was time for him to take his leave.

He suddenly projected a shadow, charging toward the Sect Master, intending to capture him and use him as leverage to escape alive.

Tong Ran forced a smile. Pei Ruoshui had already put it this way, and since she had agreed to accompany her earlier, she certainly could not leave now.

The vehicle restarted; the only difference was that there was now an unconscious young man in the last car.

Look at that hair—withered and yellow, like weeds. Not to mention the sallow, gaunt, and scrawny appearance, she was severely malnourished. At this moment, she was looking at him with a pitiful and terrified expression. The child must have been scared out of her wits.

For several days in a row, Zhao Cheng took Qin Qin and Steward Yu to visit various households. Qin Qin, well-versed in business, brought gifts for the ladies of each house they visited. After a few days, many deals were struck; the rouge and dyes were almost sold out, but the most successful negotiations were for cinnabar ore.

That’s right, Tang Wu, a goalkeeper, managed to do what many forwards and attacking midfielders could not. How could he not be awesome?

"You can't just keep an eye on them whenever you want. Don't forget, they also have puppet techniques and can hide behind masks to do evil. In reality, they have no idea how many subsidiaries they own. For this kind of work, they would certainly never send their trusted aides, but rather someone completely unrelated," the macaw chuckled.

When no more mysterious marks appeared in the darkness, he suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Guo Cai shook her head. Such things, once the excitement had faded, were no longer interesting to revisit.

No matter how unwilling Huang Mingyuan and Pei Ju were regarding this matter, they had to agree with Yang Su’s opinion in their hearts. Although opening the lid on Lingzhou would not end well for anyone, one could imagine the situation Prince Jin would face in Chang'an when the time came.

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Longjin Xuane forcibly binding him with the Dragon Clan’s Life-and-Death Seal was like a thorn stuck in his throat, making him extremely uncomfortable, yet he had no way to resolve it.

Furthermore, Chelsea had been acquired by Abramovich this year, evidently becoming a contender for the Premier League title.

"The angrier you get, the more I want to laugh." As if Qing Tangyun Feng was truly enraged by her words, Aphina’s laughter sounded particularly crisp at this moment.

"I know my own body." Zhuang Zijin was only willing to come to put Lin Xinyan at ease.

"I have long heard of the Five Immortals of the Jiuyou Pavilion. Seeing you today, it is indeed as the rumors say." Fairy Hanlu had a profound cultivation and was already a Void-Refining practitioner. Although her cultivation was suppressed here, she was, after all, one of the Five Immortals of the Jiuyou Pavilion, and her reputation was significant.

After Chen Lu finished speaking, the steel storm stirred up by Magneto gradually subsided. The entire courtyard of the Mutant Academy had become a blood-soaked landfill, filled with severed limbs, corpses, and countless piles of scrap metal.

Depending on the situation, perhaps shooting one, or even killing one, to serve as a warning to the others would be better than an indiscriminate attack from the start.

The familiar singing grew closer. Taoist Huang Mei wobbled out of the cave, his golden hair and beard framing a flushed, wine-soaked face, reminding Su Ji of the red backside of a golden snub-nosed monkey.

Li Daozai laughed wildly, gripping a cigarette butt in his mouth as he prepared to ignite the remaining fireworks in one go.