Chapter 154: The True Nature of a Foodie Exposed

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Seeing He Xiaopeng and Cai Zhuoyin walking over, Fang Wenxuan quickly asked, "Why are you back?"

"We drew a blank, so we came back. I didn't get to see my great master," He Xiaopeng said with a disappointed tone.

"We drew a blank yesterday when we went looking for Bai Linlang too. The captain went to Hangzhou today," Fang Wenxuan said with a smile, finally feeling relieved. They must have forgotten about him and Lin Hui hugging just now.

"That guy is really something. I told him to wait for me to go together, but he insisted on going alone," Cai Zhuoyin complained grumpily.

"Does Deputy Captain Cai also want to go to Hangzhou to see the famous master writer?" Fang Wenxuan smiled.

"I am not going to see any master writer, I just—"

"According to Don Louis's confession, seventy percent of the profits he made over the years went into the pockets of the CIA and the US Coast Guard."

Using his consciousness to "look" around and seeing that time had truly stopped, Zheng Zha finally relaxed and began to converse with the glowing sphere before him—or rather, to bargain with it.

"Did you hear that? You are not allowed to think about anyone else!" Fan Yu frowned, reached out to cup her chin, and forced her to look into his eyes.

Even the best things will eventually grow tiresome if you look at them too much. After looking at them for so many years, it is time to change the style.

The Holy Land is another space opened up by the Black Dragon King, and every generation of newborn dragons is sent inside for trials.

Although the three of them were merely the vanguard, how could they live up to the title of the Nine Generals of Xuanyuan if they failed to achieve some results?

For an entire hour, the two sides chatted extensively. The more Liang Xi listened, the more he gained. Many things he used to not understand or comprehend suddenly became clear.

After descending to the lower level, everyone arrived at the laboratory area. Each glass compartment here was filled with water, and human bodies could be faintly seen floating inside.

"Thank you, Your Highness," Zhi Yuan said as she got off the carriage, her posture poised and dignified, as if the willful person inside the carriage just moments ago was not her at all.

Three days later, the ship docked at Bohai Bay outside Thousand-Blade Mountain. Yu Bufan led Ren Shuihan and the others off the vessel and immediately headed toward Thousand-Blade Mountain.

The person standing in front of Ye Shaoxuan was a slovenly old man. He quickly dodged the shoe thrown by Ye Shaoxuan, demonstrating extraordinary agility.

Auntie Lu hurriedly helped Feng Jiao lie back on the bed. The room was already in complete disarray. Ye Ning bit her lip and stared at Ye Zhen. Ye Zhen frowned, wearing an expression of alarm that did not look fake at all.

What borrowing or not borrowing? What if you borrow it and refuse to return it? Tianyan never let a good opportunity slip, and Ye Shaoxuan certainly did not dare to entrust the golden Buddha to him.

Ye Mei and Ye Miao had been waiting in the carriage for a long time. Especially since their Fourth Uncle's official career had been flourishing lately, he stood taller in the mansion and spoke with much more confidence.

Old Mai checked to make sure there were no anomalies in the sect and that everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion. After offering a few words of caution, he hung up his call and dialed the secret dedicated mobile number of Commissioner Dong.

Qian Qiyue lifted her chin and downed a whole bottle, feeling that it was still not enough. Seeing Ye Hao's dark head buried in the ledger, she didn't say anything to him, but walked straight over to the wine cabinet, grabbed a bottle of wine and a goblet. She knew that drinking red wine too quickly would lead to trouble; she certainly didn't want her face and neck flushed red and ruin her image.

Ye Zhen, however, shook the thought away—this matter could not be rushed. The more Jun Ninglan looked at Ye Zhen, the more exquisite she appeared, and he couldn't help wanting to grow closer to her. Over these past few days, Ye Zhen seemed to have grown much more reliant on him and had even gotten used to his subtle, lingering proximity. This change made Jun Ninglan immensely happy.

Confirming that there was no one around, the cultivator began to execute a series of incantations, forming hand seals. Then, a pitch-black aura emanated, spreading outward along the soles of his feet and penetrating deep into the earth.

Before leaving, Jiutian promised Wei Mucheng that he would find a way to figure out what poisoned Wei Ping, ensuring that Wei Ping would not feel like his kindness had gone unrewarded.

Ye Hao ignored them, picked up Yuan Meiqing's calligraphy and painting, and left the office and the villa.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Yan Anmin's stern gaze swept across Zhu Renjie and his party one by one, and then he rebuked them fiercely, his voice sharp with anger.

Right from the start, blood was splashing in the sky in an extremely tragic fashion. The white-haired man's shoulder was almost blown apart by Qin Chuan's strike, yet what filled him with despair was that when his own attacks landed on Qin Chuan, they had zero effect, as if he had crashed into an ancient demonic mountain.