36 Sweet and Sour Pork Tenderloin

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The Zhao family members couldn't help but gasp. No wonder the gold hairpin was so exquisite; it must have cost a small fortune.

Ding Ningjing clutched her swollen cheek and said indignantly, "I don't know either. I don't know who helped that bitch Gu Xinfei. The entire Weibo platform seems to have been scrubbed; there isn't a single scandalous topic left about Gu Xinfei and Shan."

I was unhappy at the time, thinking to myself, "You're just a waiter, why are you being so snobbish? Regardless of anything else, we came here to eat. You should just do your job well; why put on such a condescending air?"

"According to the grey-robed elder, once you enter the God’s Domain, you will be teleported to different locations. It is best if you all gather together as soon as possible," Long Mu reminded Nan Man.

Golden hair, golden eyebrows, and even the long, thick eyelashes were a beautiful shade of gold. With a high bridge of the nose, large eyes, fair skin, and red lips, he was undeniably a handsome man.

Ye Li whispered to himself. Only after the wedding procession disappeared from sight did he turn and vanish from the courtyard of Zhao Yun'er's home.

Ten stacks of brand-new hundred-yuan bills were laid out on the table. The store manager checked them over and over, counting them three times with a money counter for fear they might be counterfeit.

Then, Baozi shuddered, his eyes becoming unfocused. He raised both hands and began to slap himself violently across the face.

At this moment, the memories of Si Kouting bringing her back to the estate gradually surfaced, causing the wariness in Mu Qinqin's heart to fade significantly.

Mu Qingrong did not know what this "dead soldier" actually was, and Si Kouting was too arrogant to ask him further.

He had originally intended to swindle some gold from the Ming Dynasty to take with him—after all, gold is the same in every world—but thinking that the Ming Dynasty was short on money, he decided to perform a favor for them instead.

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"My lord, all 580 Tatar soldiers in the city have been executed. Those who resisted have also been wiped out. In addition, there are over a thousand Tatar prisoners," Chang Yu reported after descending from the city wall.

After slapping him a few times and finding it ineffective, you immediately used a stun baton to wake the Undead Envoy: "Are you still not moving?" If you don't leave now, something terrible will happen.

Upon hearing this, Great Freedom Heaven and the others felt a jolt in their hearts. This tone was indeed the style of Shakyamuni, but to make them kowtow to the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva... as dignified Quasi-Sages, kowtowing to a Great Luo Golden Immortal was truly a loss of face.

"Ask Lin Feng; he should have a special source of intelligence," Zhou Qianyi said after a long silence.

They shouldn't have—they really shouldn't have—but Apollo craned his neck to look and discovered that Guayan had jumped onto the magnetic field of the new recruits' Heaven Ascension Shields.

In the alleyway, several passing pirates were dead drunk, stumbling along the road with wine bottles in hand. Unconscious of their surroundings, they had no idea that death was closing in.

Such controversy was within his expectations, but he had not yet seen a suitable opportunity. Therefore, he let his subordinates argue; speaking too early, even if he could use his status to silence some, would ultimately fail to win them over.

For the Europeans, the Qing Dynasty's goals were simply impossible. If nothing else, when the United Fleet was formed in Europe, a three-year deadline was established. Even with appropriate extensions, three years was simply not enough to destroy this Eastern land-and-sea power.

Conversely, if the anti-Wei forces had been strong, the State of Wei could not have unified the world over twenty years ago.

The Black Obsidian Sect is in Yantai, Shandong, and it is quite a distance to fly by sword from Yong'an. I worried that Ye'er, having stayed in the Corpse-Raising Valley for so long, might not adapt, so I didn't head straight to the Black Obsidian Sect. I specifically stopped in Nanjing, planning to take Ye'er around for a couple of days.

Although the boss was only the nominal person in charge of the "National Beauty and Heavenly Fragrance" establishment, he was involved in the management of the private rooms on the top floor. Unlike the fat manager, he wasn't Li Hongxiu's trusted aide, but he was a known figure in the local underworld. Li Hongxiu had taken a liking to his competence and recruited him with a high salary.

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In Yang Hua's eyes, Su Yingmei looked even more beautiful today. Perhaps it was because of her newfound confidence, or perhaps it was because she had dressed up specifically for work; she looked even cleaner and more refreshed than on the day of their blind date.

The sound of Bai Yixue’s voice was soft and sweet. Lu Haotian looked up; he shouldn't be running away. Evasion was not only useless, but treating Bai Yixue this way was not what he truly wanted in his heart.

"You're talking nonsense again." Having spent so many years in the United States, Wu Yangxin still couldn't learn the Western openness of simply saying "thank you" to someone's compliment.

Unlike those people, I know that Di Jun's Twelve Divine Generals are certainly not inside at this moment. The Three Pure Ones have already withdrawn, and there is almost no one inside who concerns me, unless there is someone else in this place.

Ling Yang hadn't intended to stay here anyway, as he had already made plans with Chu Wanyi to take advantage of the solar New Year to pay a visit to You Shilong, a man he had long heard of but never had the chance to meet.

This was why he had gathered the courage to report to Empress Dowager Ci'an. He, Li Lianying, knew that Zhang Jicai had once risked his life to save Ci'an during the invasion of Beijing by the Anglo-French Allied Forces, taking a bullet for her. Later, Zhang Jicai was left disabled, with a limp in his walk.

If Su Wuyang wanted to leave, she certainly could. Hearing the sound of Xu Ling's car, she bit her lip in slight annoyance. She looked up at the floor above, intending to leave, but then heard staggering footsteps. Qin Fangbai must have heard the car as well, as he came down in a few strides. His steps were unsteady, and he nearly missed the stairs several times.