Chapter 123: Holding the Upper Hand

"That's wonderful! Yueyue, come with me to check out the new company. Tang's Pictures is ten thousand times better than your current one!"

Hearing Dong Yue finish her resignation call, Jiang Bo immediately clapped in approval and tried to drag her along to see the new company.

Dong Yuxiang, wishing to create an opportunity for the two of them to be alone, also coaxed from the side, "Yueyue, go with young Jiang to check out the company. I'm sure you two will get along..."

A shroud, also known as grave clothes, is the garment a dead person must wear upon ascending to heaven and entering reincarnation. In ancient times, it was actually a length of plain white cloth wrapped around the body; that was the true shroud. Legend has it that when a soul reincarnates, it is accompanied by a piece of plain cloth. A Daoist shroud possesses supreme majesty, capable of delivering and purifying vengeful ghosts and lingering souls in the cycle of reincarnation.

"Ruomeng, there might be a new discovery ahead. Could there be something in that bag?" Yao Ruoxi pointed ahead.

The boy, wearing a large pair of black-rimmed glasses, was looking down and munching heartily on a sandwich. Yet, despite being just a boy, none of the FBI agents standing beside Akai dared to underestimate him.

"Queen Mother, you have never crossed this plank bridge. You won't be able to get across. The river flows too rapidly; just looking at it will make you dizzy!" Long Jingyu said.

Beard had been hungry for a while. The moment he heard there was food, he immediately shouted at me, asking Dad to take him to fill his stomach.

After making some brief preparations, I quickly threw open the door, no longer tiptoeing. I dashed forward like the wind and took a massive leap.

Xing Shachen's words were indeed correct. Whether it was to fight for glory or to lodge a complaint, they had to enter the competition under the name of the mercenary group.

"It seems my defeat was entirely justified," Longzhan Wujin sighed, slowly stepping down from the arena.

For no other reason than that everyone had been forced into a corner. Were it not for the threat of life and death, it was believed that Yangmei would not have resorted to such unscrupulous means.

His escape skills, however, were top-tier. When our clan sent people to test him back then, he did nothing but dodge. On the rare occasions he did fight back, he put on a facade of profound mystery, but in my eyes, he is nothing but an empty shell.

Although they did not know who had donated the blood, the doctor was genuinely overjoyed by the successful completion of the surgery.

"Open up! Open up! Open up!" A gruff voice rang out, accompanied by a pounding on the door that echoed down the entire street.

From afar, she spotted Yi Xuanya. Because Yi Xuanya had been constantly running off and disappearing over the past few days, An Ruoran had been unable to catch sight of her. Now, she had finally cornered her.

The train tickets had already been bought, but on the night before Du Ruo was set to pack her things, she suddenly received a phone call from Mo Youting.

Du Ruo struggled, clenching her fists and hammering them against his back. Yet his arms held her in a death grip, pressing her head against his chest. A pained, low voice whispered in her ear.

Extremely clever, she had caught a fleeting glimpse of Xiao Yunmo glancing in her direction, a hint of impatience in his eyes, which immediately set off alarm bells in her mind. Xiao Yunmo had known she was here from the very beginning.

And in his eyes, somewhat dimmed by the passage of time, the reflection of these scenes now shone with immense hope, as if he had been reborn.

Leng Dianchen's adorable, dazed expression made An Ruoran wonder if she had spoken too bluntly. Even so, she was far more eager to find out what his true feelings toward her were right now.

"I'll go get it right now. Let me help you back to your room first. Careful, don't fall." Leng Dianchen gently lifted Mo Qianning into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom.

This was a question posed directly by the City Lord himself. In answering, every single detail was of paramount importance. Even the slightest misstep would steer the rest of his life onto a completely different path.

As for the Heaven's Secret cultivators, they merely found it strange. They could not discern Jiang Han's exact cultivation level, but they knew it was by no means weak.