Chapter 92: Who Is Whose Stepping Stone

Before this, Li Wanbai had prepared many small handcrafted ornaments in advance. Some were necklaces she made by hand, some were rings, and others were little animals, each one exquisitely crafted. They were all pieces Li Wan had made out of boredom back when she was still in high school. If she had not lost her memory, she probably would not have remembered these things at all. But the memory of secretly folding paper during class felt to her as fresh as yesterday, so once she began folding, it went unbelievably fast. These three boxes were all folded by her own hands.

Shen Qiu wanted to object, but when he met Shen Xia's gloomy face, his backside inexplicably tightened. His dark eyes rolled around, and he gave a vague reply under his breath. It was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz, and Shen Xia did not hear it clearly.

Zhang Feng did not say much. To him, there was really nothing worth getting excited over.

Who was Yan Qingshan? Let alone the mere East Sea City, even across the whole country, who did not know that Divine Doctor Yan Qingshan possessed medical skills beyond the ordinary, and that countless high officials and wealthy nobles sought him out for treatment?

Besides, there was one even more important point: Black Eagle was extremely formidable. With him taking action, there was bound to be no difficulty.

After all, a player's growth is a long process. Technical ability, mental state, willpower, and everything else are all honed slowly over time.

Once everyone was in the car, under A Hui's urging, he started the engine, turned the vehicle around, and drove back in the direction they had come from.

This time, upon arriving in Aihehua Province, the moment he got here, he heard passersby discussing a burglary at the Jujin Third Coin Mint.

Lin Wanrou's expression instantly darkened. She had originally thought that Li Chengtian had deceived her, or that Cao Bei simply did not want to see her. She had never expected that Cao Bei's phone was truly switched off.

Jiang Feng's sudden rise gave Yu Jia hope that the men's national basketball team of Huaxia could continue to hold its own on the world stage.

This was the final round of the semifinals, the most critical match of all. As a good person, he had to be extremely cautious.

Mo Chen's reaction did not exactly pour a bucket of cold water over Elder Lu, but it was close enough to clear his head quite a bit.

Feng Wei walked cheerfully into the room, treating himself entirely like one of the family, as if this were his own home. Behind him, Chen Yang and He Yunwang followed him in.

She had hidden in a hurry just now, and her long hair was a little disheveled. Although her clothes were neat, the way she sat there wrapped in the quilt still caused Lu Heng's heart to stir, arousing a few illicit thoughts.

The gray-robed elder was extremely displeased that Shi Jiujiu had addressed Yi Xiaoyao as sir and had even given him a longevity pill, but he was still dragged into the residence by Shi Jiujiu.

After returning to the Hundred Herbs Hall, Qin Fan immediately called Jiang Feng and told him to prepare the two video clips concerning Zuo Qian.

Strangely enough, although the Ninefold Chaos Beast had been stripped away, Nie Tian felt no abnormality whatsoever. His martial body and power had suffered no damage at all, and in fact he was even stronger than before.

The next moment, Xu Shanhai and Granny Wen both stepped forward to shield Qin Fan, while Jingyin and Jia Xuan tightly gripped Qin Fan's hand. Everyone looked somewhat tense.

They did not know, but someone surely did. It should not be difficult to think of a way to pry the words out of them.

Xiaodong was carrying a bucket to look for a well. This manor was huge, with several wells. It was clear that the master's family had once possessed considerable wealth. Xiaodong had lived in many places before, and in some villages there was only one well. If you lived nearby, that was fine, but if you lived far away, drawing water was a real chore. Only the well-to-do could afford to dig a well at home.

With the appearance of the Flower of Time, the representatives of the great powers instantly went mad. Their own sects naturally longed to obtain it as well, for the emergence of a single Flower of Time often heralded the birth of a Void Immortal Emperor.

No one knew who had lit a string of firecrackers, and amid the crackling bursts, the elders of the village could not help but shed tears along with the popping sound. Only those who had endured decades of hardship and vicissitude knew all too well how difficult it had been.