Chapter 148: A Little Thief in the House

The solid wood furniture factory owned by Wen Zhixia’s family is not too far away, and it takes only about ten minutes to drive there.

Although her family is in the business of timber processing and solid wood furniture, Wen Zhixia rarely visits the factory's production workshops on weekdays, at most strolling through the factory's direct-sales showroom.

Wen Zhixuk opened the car door and took the driver's seat. Wen Zhixia, who usually preferred the front passenger seat, scrambled into the back instead.

"Taoist priest, you sit in the front."

"Very well."

Tiancheng reined in her smile, staring intently at the projection, guarding against even the slightest change. Meanwhile, after finishing the work at hand, Chu Xu informed the Tiancheng Enterprise that he would be leaving temporarily for construction work and asked them to keep a close eye on the situation here, notifying him immediately if anything arose.

However, seeing how deeply Bai Yiran longed for her, and not wishing to let her down, she decided to risk it all and go through with it just this once.

President Kong’s gaze swept across the room like an eagle. Not a soul dared to speak up; even the music director had called it difficult, so how could anyone else possibly manage it?

"The Sea of Blood World? What an audacious claim! I can only give you one-tenth at most!" The smile on Old Ancestor Styx vanished in an instant, shifting as fast as a face-changing performer in Sichuan opera.

Pinghai somewhat clumsily acted out what he had seen, describing and performing it simultaneously, omitting only a few moves that were too difficult for him to execute.

Yan Chenyi gave An Yan, who was sitting in the car, an indifferent glance before pulling Yue Ying close and walking toward the hotel.

Yang Fusheng refused to let the opportunity slip away. Urging his cavalry forward once more, they brutally cut down the Sui soldiers. Seized by terror at the sight of Yang Fusheng's menacing mask, the Sui infantrymen fled desperately for their lives. The cavalry pursued them for nearly five miles before Yang Fusheng finally ordered his men to halt the chase.

The sword qi on his fingertip shattered into countless strands. Jiang Ning projected a single strand, piercing straight into the heart held within his palm. The heart contracted violently, and Li Yao distinctly felt as if a sharp needle had stabbed directly into his heart, instantly wringing a miserable cry from him.

He threw this punch without any external enhancement, yet his bare physical strength alone achieved such a result, showing just how immensely powerful his physical body truly was.

On the other side, Naruto and the others emerged from the laboratory at the bottom of the tower, only to find the entire structure in utter chaos.

Within the medicinal clone resided a wisp of primordial fire spirit energy found only in the deepest veins of Nevernight City. Since Elder Mu had personally directed the Executioner Hall of Nevernight City, he must have intended to use that wisp of spiritual energy within the medicinal clone as bait for the fire spirit.

Wanying felt a shock in her heart. No wonder this man had been sneering at her; he had harbored a grudge all along. Revenge against Liu Chenyang... How was he going to take revenge? By using her? Wanying couldn't help crossing her arms over her chest. What kind of revenge was he plotting? She, she... Wanying was not someone who would compromise easily.

And this all happened while they had been chatting and laughing just a second before. "Kill them all, leave none alive," the young man said viciously to the men behind him.

Meanwhile, Linda was walking downstairs, feeling deeply depressed. Why on earth had Xiao Peng gone back to his room with Tom Brady?

However, burning straw also had its drawbacks—it caused severe air pollution, which was why the state had explicitly banned the practice.

"General Hu, do you know if Madam is aware that you deliberately accompanied me out?" Wanying broke the silence between them.

Hearing this, Yang Meng quickly raised his hands in surrender, "Brother Peng, you're my real brother! Just pretend I never said that. By the way, where are we going to land?" He hurriedly changed the subject.

In the blink of an eye, amidst the horrified gazes of Lan Qing and the two guards behind him, his left arm was severed entirely at the shoulder, sending a geyser of blood spraying into the air.

This Zhao Lin appeared to be at the Spirit Vein stage just like him, but he was by no means simple. While he could handle late-stage Spirit Vein cultivators with ease, he still couldn't see through this opponent.

As for the boss in black, who had been sent flying by Zhuge Longyun's strike, he was blasted hundreds of丈 away by a single sword slash, crashing through dozens of trees roughly a丈 in diameter. Otherwise, the distance he flew would have been even greater.