Chapter 58: Sending Hu Liena to Seduce Lu Yu? Bibi Dong's True Motive! The Fugitive Zhu Zhuqing!

Looking at Zhu Zhuyun’s action, Lu Yu’s eyes widened instantly. This woman...
Was she actually going commando?!
Zhu Zhuyun’s face blushed like blood, and she said in a voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzzing: "As long as you agree, I will let you do as you please tonight..."
She knew that without the ten-thousand-year Drunken Immortal Herb, she had no bargaining chips left.
Moreover, she had fallen for Lu Yu at first sight; even leaving her sister aside, she was willing to do this.
The most important thing was—
After back-and-forth consideration, Zhu Li felt a bit soft-hearted and unhappily took the tea, prompting Liyan to patiently coax her.
Afterwards, the young man continued to diligently help sell goods, and even tried to negotiate with the supply-and-marketing cooperative, hoping to secure a large order.
But the next second, Qin Yun suddenly felt a fierce wind sweeping across his front as a whip kick came horizontally towards him. His reaction was swift, and he easily dodged the attack.
It wasn't because Xu Damao was too evil, but rather because most of the things Xu Damao had done so far would only be considered moral issues half a century later.
As for Ji Sun, he was, after all, an entity that had struggled and survived in the Origin World for countless years, and naturally knew much more about the living beings, factions, and general situation of the Origin World than Mo Wunian.
Instead, it was to cope with the current worst-case scenario, where human lives could be traded for time to win a glimmer of greater vitality.
Especially Sha Wujing and his three disciples; after being heavily injured and cast down into the mortal realm, they had never appeared again. Many people assumed they were dead, but why would Sha Wujing appear here?
Although Mingzhu knew he had a favor to ask, she did not know what it was, so she tilted her head and asked.
After all, He Yuzhu working as a procurer could help Director Yang obtain more funds, and the quality of the factory cafeteria's meals would also be higher.
At Erniu's command, a huge, silent sharp cone drove directly into Hongyun's mind.

The boss knew in his heart that all of this had to be stopped immediately, otherwise it would cause immense damage to the casino's reputation and bring about irreversible losses.
Watching the soldiers shouting, Chang Fei understood the deep hatred the Ming dynasty border troops held towards the barbarians. Having a chance to take revenge this time, the several battalion commanders were eager to exert all their strength and dash straight to the barbarian capital to raise hell.
"If you don't dare, you're no man!" Shui Wanyun's disdainful voice came from inside the blanket.
These Soul-Swallowing Demonic Bats lived by devouring souls and were basically composed of primordial yin energy. What they feared most was not fire, but pure yang energy. Just like why these beasts could not appear during the day—because pure yang energy filled the space between heaven and earth; for every one that came out, one would die.
Just as Chang Fei was caught choosing between a German orthopedic clinic and a large group of crying, heart-broken ship-girls.
All the martial artists who rushed in were enveloped within a domain of thunder, with countless bolts of lightning crashing down.
Before he even arrived, he first grinned at Wu Zijian, who was lying on the ground with his head raised, staring at him in astonishment. With that smile, deep wrinkles piled up across the old man's slightly tanned, lean face.
After reaching an agreement, Uchiha Sasuke took the lead in transforming the shape of his Susanoo. With the power of the Six Paths, the destructive power of Indra's Arrow was also vastly enhanced.
It was as if endless demonic energy surged from its body, transforming into blazing flames.
An ancient evil sword acquired by a dog demon, named after the "Congyun" from the Congyun Sword in folklore. Later, a peerless demon emerged within the dog demon clan—the only one capable of wielding this evil sword.
"Huh? A lunatic? Are you talking about me?" Qing Wu'an was slightly dumbfounded, pointing at himself. Did she really view him as a lunatic?
He did not doubt that the other party was lying, because the person had just demonstrated his strength, proving everything.
Seeing Yisheng Bubō acting like that, the audience felt their teeth itch with hatred. However, this was a match, not a street fight, otherwise the audience would have rushed up to take matters into their own hands.
This Yuan Zhiyun was undoubtedly one of those remaining demon gods. To prevent Yunfan from disrupting the demon race's plan, he decided to kill Yunfan.
As a societal boss, although he had started turning over a new leaf, his methods had not improved much. Simple and brutal had always been Zhao Liang's operating motto; whenever a problem arose, he would throw money at it first. If money couldn't solve it, then he would consider whose fists were bigger.
Zhao Hao laughed sternly, his expression instantly turning fiercely ruthless, with a bone-chilling killing intent shooting from his eyes. With a *clang*, he drew his royal sword and strode toward Bai Ao'ran.

Some people began to flatter him, while others quietly glanced toward Zheng Guangran. The fact that Zheng Guangran had successively lost face in front of Chu Nan and Hua Linghui had long since spread throughout high society, and many people already knew about it.
Besides, Yunfan had two wind spirit minks and one leopard-shaped puppet to assist him; I'm afraid all the people here combined wouldn't be a match for him.
Images from the past gradually surfaced in her mind, and her trembling body slowly grew still, becoming increasingly tranquil until it finally transformed into absolute peace.
The banquet continued, but neither Xu Fan nor Ye Ruoxin had any intention of staying any longer. After all, being unfamiliar with the place and people, they saw no need to force themselves into exchanging polite pleasantries with others.
Leaning in Sogetu’s arms, Fang'er reached out to shield Qingyue behind her, exuding an imposing aura from head to toe.
When the next day arrived, Mother Lin of Sanhe Village woke up early, intending to go check on her son, Lin Muyu, and bring him some food, a quilt, and other necessities.
She leaned against his shoulder with bright eyes, her body utterly exhausted, and thus fell into a deep sleep right there. He did not move away either, letting her rest against his embrace. It wasn't until the following morning that she slowly opened her eyes, having not slept this peacefully and comfortably in a long time.
Saying this, Bai Junhao glanced at Zhuang Xiaodie, noticing her legs were apart and that she seemed somewhat uncomfortable walking, which brought a knowing smile to his face—just a fart, and she would soon find out how she was going to meet her end.
Such a person truly deserved to die; oppressing the innocent and committing all sorts of evil, many people wished for their demise, and Lu Chen could be considered as acting on behalf of heaven.
"You flatter me, Imperial Grandmother." Fang'er stood up, slowly curtsied, and then gracefully sat back down, thinking to herself that nothing could escape the Empress Dowager's all-seeing gaze.
It wasn't Long Youqing who sent her! April's first reaction to Long Youqing's anger was precisely this. April massaged her brow, feeling that she had indeed been far too careless this time and fallen right into someone else's trap.
He only felt firsthand that the warmth was genuinely real, and it seemed on the verge of guiding him to find the door that would unlock a magical future.