Chapter 60 The Proposal to Buy a Car

Watching her parents casually finalize the matter as they talked, An Songyu felt a momentary sense of daze.
So back during the National Day holiday, her belief that Jiang Village had already finished its demolition and secured a massive payout was also partly thanks to those people in the residential compound?
As for why her parents hadn't explained it in detail, recalling her state of mind at the time—even some twenty years later, right before she returned here, the mere thought of the Jiang Village demolition would still stir up a complex tangle of emotions in her.

With a single downward punch, Basha and Annie vanished entirely. When the fist was lifted, nothing remained on the ground save for a pool of blood.
Jiang Yao’s gaze lingered on him for two seconds before withdrawing, sinking back into her own thoughts.
After taking a shower at Huang Ting's place, Young Master Ye felt not a shred of sleepiness. Dressed only in a pair of shorts and wrapped in a bath towel, he sat on the living room sofa, pondering his next steps for dealing with those intelligence brokers and ensuring Han Xue's safety. Although the television was on, he didn't take in a single frame.

This was an abandoned parking lot. John was securely bound to a concrete pillar with thick ropes, his head hanging down as he breathed his feeble last.
Tutu's face alternated between flushed red and pale white. He gave a ferocious grin, shouting, "You're courting death yourself, so don't blame this city lord!" With that, he thrust his twin guns behind his back, tore apart his neatly coiled long hair, and with a slight sway of his body, began to spin rapidly through the air around "Sun Tiansheng."
Fairy Bi Xiao had mentioned in the jade slip that blindly relying on elixirs to elevate one's cultivation realm was not the righteous path; possessing sufficient strength without the solid foundation of bitter cultivation was extremely perilous for a practitioner.

When the last barbarian guard was pierced through the heart by Liang Tianyun's sword and died, everyone turned their gazes toward Huo Gouying and Zhe Erba, who were still actively fighting each other.
"I am not the only one possessing the bloodline of the Elven Royalty; anyone else can perform the duties of the Elven King just as well," Hefike retorted stiffly, his neck rigid.
The demonic expert twisted his right wrist, changing his move midway to claw once more at Liu Qian's hand. A burly man, towering like a black iron pagoda, thrust himself into the middle, crossing his arms to intercept the demonic claws.
As for Yingchuan, the Holy Domain has a popular saying: "All famous scholars under heaven emerge from Yingchuan." Talents emerged in droves from Yingchuan—for instance, if one traced the lineage of Siqi's closed-door disciple backward, he too had descended upon Yingchuan straight from the heavens, composing poetry at the age of four. Aside from his extraordinary literary talent, he was also the second Bifang divine bird nurtured by the heaven and earth of the Holy Domain.

The press conference for Maggie’s comeback new album was a scene of grand and bustling splendor. The venue was chosen at the National Convention Center, the official designated location for many major domestic and international trade and business conferences.
No matter what, even if Noble Consort Xuan's child could not be kept or ended up with some defect, she would never suspect that it was the result of Consort Yi's unintentional act.
"Take them into custody for Her Ladyship," the dowry consort spat out these seven words coldly, then retreated with the crowd behind her to a safe distance.
"Didn't you tell me to squat down?" Jiang Yisheng asked with a completely serious expression, standing before me with his head tilted up. His eyes reflected nothing but me—my tear-stained eyes, my swollen and flushed cheeks, my split wounds, and my utterly disheveled and wretched appearance.

Under the cover of night, the exterior of the gold-and-jade-adorned casino looked quiet, with security guards passing by on occasion. But the moment one pushed open the doors, a wave of roaring heat mixed with cheers rushed into the ears, causing Yu Wei to momentarily freeze in the action of shoving the door open.
Fu Yanjin originally wanted to wear him down, but Xuesheng was a businesswoman and excelled at negotiations. Besides, in love, the one who loved first was bound to be the loser. He loved Xuesheng, but Xuesheng did not love him; she could remain utterly indifferent to everything about him, whereas he could not. He had waited far too long for this opportunity.

That scene seemed to merge with his memories at a certain moment, recalling a time long ago when Yu Wei was still Yu Mujin. In a lush campus garden, Gu Chengsheng would stand in a corner, a trace of adolescent innocence still lingering in his brows and eyes, yet the doting affection on his face was entirely genuine.
That was a praise of genuine admiration, and Qiu Minghao looked back with a smile. A gentle smile surfaced at the corners of his lips, and a hint of shyness bloomed across his cheeks.
Those men with hearts of iron—the tough guys who had once slept holding corpses and crawled out from piles of the dead—were now one by one turning red-eyed. With the synchronized action of drawing their swords and raising their steeds, no words were necessary.

Now that the reincarnation-continuation bond was completed, the next step was to plot the benefits that could be reaped from this world.
Unable to resist silently calling out to 001 in her mind, she asked why this crucial final step had fallen through at the threshold—was the protagonist's halo truly irreversible?
What were the criteria for breaking the loop this time? To become the champion of the Slam Dunk Contest? Was such a feat within her capabilities?
From an ordinary person's perspective, it looked like sheer guesswork, yet it was Guo Xu's primary scoring method and the easiest way for him to find an open look, whereas shooting from anywhere else would require facing heavy defensive interference.

"An interview?" Ruan Qingning blinked, then suddenly remembered that Lu Xi was a very famous mathematician. Pulling out her phone to search for Lu Xi's name, she stared at the sea of search results featuring Lu Xi's practically identical smiles, utterly at a loss as to what expression to put on to convey her current state of mind.
Wang Feng cursed inwardly, sweat rolling down his forehead like pearls in a silent descent. He began to entertain thoughts of retreating, planning to step outside first and call Du Nanxing inside so they could explore together and bolster each other's courage.
A mere fifty thousand people—on Earth, that was just the worker count of a medium-sized company. That's right, a medium-sized company; for large corporations like Walmart or Sinopec, which easily employed millions, this handful of people wouldn't even fill the gaps between their teeth.

"I don't know, he told me to do this!" I said blankly while continuing to use the Dragon Qi to stimulate Cheng Lu's primordial spirit.
When these changes were first discovered, back when she should have been enjoying the various benefits brought about by Jiang Chenchen's transformation, she hadn't mentioned a single word of it.
"What are you trying to do?" The ultra-close eye contact caused by the wall-pinned posture made Ruan Qingning fully experience the threat emanating from Lu Ling, causing even her speaking voice to drop several octaves.