Chapter 100: Low Blood Sugar

Upon seeing the banknotes, his entire face instantly lit up with a smile as radiant as a blooming chrysanthemum.

“All right, please hold on tight,” the driver said.

With a sudden press of the accelerator, the Santana surged forward, feeling more like a sports car than a sedan.

Before long, Ye Chen stood at the entrance of the Celestial Pavilion.

The clubhouse was decorated with unparalleled luxury; even the main gate exuded an aura of golden splendor.

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Because in her heart lingered a man long dead, one who had stolen all her love, hatred, and passion throughout her life.

He was the foremost master of the Western Underworld, accompanied by a hundred elite warriors at his side, making him all but invincible.

Upon hearing this, Chu Xinghan felt a chill run through his heart. His eyes swept the distance, taking in everything around him, and suddenly he felt an eerie sensation, as if an invisible pair of eyes were watching him, making him deeply uneasy.

His current downfall was born from his own greed and arrogance; in hindsight, it was laughable. Losing an entire kingdom over a mere patch of grass—he must be the most foolish Khan in history.

If anyone who knew Yin Ping saw him now, they’d be so shocked their jaws might drop off.

Yet when she recalled that one time she and Qing Lian had nearly been torn apart by death, she felt it was all deserved.

That same indifferent voice, that unyielding figure—when Chu Xinghan reappeared where he first stood, nearly everyone was thrown into disarray.

Isn’t this just like the real world? It’s too cruel, too merciless. Life is already so hard—why seek out suffering in online games? After all, online games must turn a profit. If they ignore the needs of mid- and lower-tier players, the game is doomed to perish.

After a morning of experimentation, Zhao Zilong finally created two new fruit rice dishes, mainly using watermelon and cantaloupe, and promptly recorded the ingredients and preparation methods.

After fierce battles, over twenty advanced demons fell once more. Fortunately, Xu Fan descended like a god among men; wherever he went, he was unstoppable. Under such circumstances, Xu Fan barely managed to lead a dozen advanced demons through the heavy encirclement.

Enjoying everything at home, Xu Yang did not mention his regained memories, and no one asked. Perhaps it was selfishness on his part, because the moment he saw Liu Jianing, he decided to continue feigning ignorance and amnesia. It might seem unscrupulous, but that was truly how he felt.

“I was wrong—doesn’t that count? I won’t rush anymore,” Han Ling thought miserably in recent days, unable to eat or drink, his mind constantly occupied by that monkey and Pigsy.

Phoenix Cry Mountain was neither tall nor wide, and naturally, no rainwater converged there to form springs; it must be underground water without a doubt!

A young scion of the Meng family stepped forward a few paces and approached the long-haired youth. He sneered coldly before delivering a punch directly to the youth’s chest.

Ha la, this man sported a thick beard and a burly build. It was clear these men valued this meeting greatly, all dressed in formal military uniforms, though they brought few subordinates. Xu Yang smiled; he was unhurried, slowly savoring his tea. Mark entered.

Yun Tianyang’s eyes sharpened; his body spun like a top as a terrifying golden light erupted wildly. A formidable aura radiated fiercely in all directions, forming a massive dragon-shaped whirlwind.

Finally, someone took the lead in voicing what everyone was thinking. The cardinals relaxed, nodding in agreement. The Pope lifted his gaze toward the brave cardinal, eyes filled with approval, easing the latter’s anxious heart.

“Rape flower, how come you have time to visit me today?” Chen Ling asked her gently with a warm smile.