Chapter 168 I Really Am Not a Mascot

Of course, for now, this idea existed only in Shen Guodong's mind. Eventually, it would undoubtedly become a part of his business empire, but at present, he certainly lacked the capital for it.

One has to admit that Liu Yuexian was truly a prodigy when it came to sales. Driven by her promotion, the sales revenue of their clothing that very evening surged dramatically.

When most of the clothes outside had been sold, a few of the stay-at-home mothers didn't leave. Instead, they asked, "Since you've pretty much sold out here, what else do you have left? I see you still have some items remaining—would you like us to clear them out for you?"

Hearing these words, Shen Guodong stood dumbfounded. This remark......

I thought massaging my temples would make me feel a bit better, but to my surprise, it only made my head feel heavier and heavier. A splitting headache made it almost unbearable.

"I haven't been eating properly the past few days, and my complexion looks so much worse," Lady Zheng said, holding a bronze mirror and examining herself from side to side.

The tail of the aircraft has been hit, but the people inside should still be fine. As long as they eject, they might just survive.

Li Bubai and Huang Changhe were also filled with question marks, but they dared neither speak nor ask. Obediently lifting the sedan chair, they turned and left.

Almost the entire human race across the globe had their eyes fixed on the Nest of the Underworld in the New American Continent. There were even reckless individuals flying around the periphery of the Nest of the Underworld, desperately attempting to record this historic moment.

Hand in hand, the scene seemed to transport us back to half a year ago, to the time when we first met. Back then, both of us were somewhat shy. Walking down the street, we would simply follow one another, one step behind. It wasn't until later, as we gradually grew more familiar, that we grew accustomed to each other and began walking hand in hand wherever we went.

A few days later, the two of them finally returned to headquarters. Naturally, having stayed in Antarctica for several days, both had caught severe colds.

Old Man Mai had never held any animosity toward Wang Dong, Guo Dalou, and the others, because he knew that although these men were poor, they never bought on credit.

"Xikong, you're back just in time. Dinner is almost ready, go wash your hands," the mother said to her eldest son.

Within his field of vision, a flash of sword light materialized, stinging his pupils so sharply that they involuntarily contracted.

However, judging by the current situation, although cultivation extremely depleted resources and the process was quite painful, the initial stages of cultivation posed no major dangers.

At that moment, Fuli rushed in from before the tent to report that Bu Feng had led men to persuade Ru Dan to surrender, but not only had he failed, Ru Dan had even shot an arrow at him. Moreover, refusing to let the matter rest, Ru Dan had led a massive army to pursue and kill Bu Feng. After a chaotic battle on both sides, Bu Feng had barely managed to escape back.

Qin Yuan felt utterly helpless and could only use his charm skill to control all these children, and then detoxify them one by one. Fortunately, there wasn't much biochemical virus in their bodies; this Mr. K had merely wanted to punish and control them rather than kill them.

Makino appeared out of thin air, defeating captain after captain in succession, and even defeated Captain-Commander Yamamoto. This filled Hinamori Momo with extraordinary dread and terror.

A thousand zhang away, Bei He was struck by the spiritual pressure generated by that single bellow, and a muffled groan immediately escaped his lips.

Immediately following that, the sword light landed on the giant Kun, yet it failed to inflict any significant damage upon it.

Based on the circumstances we have encountered thus far, I still want to carefully figure out with you what the right course of action is for us to take next.

Deep black, void-incinerating red, absolute-zero dark blue, dazzling and blinding light... The endless origin of brilliant patterns surged like ocean tides, waves towering ten thousand zhang high, magnificent and vast, filling the crystalline sealed space.

The Great Elder of the Bai family quietly listened to Ye Wentian's words. Once Ye Wentian finished speaking, the Great Elder's expression abruptly shifted.

The only thing Makino felt somewhat regretful about was that before his blade transformed into a Zanpakuto, he had named it "Myoo," yet his soul traits actually had nothing to do with the Buddhist deity Fudo Myoo.

Zhiyun remarked that whenever something stupid happens, there's always a reason. Zuolan probably thought of this strange anomaly as well, which is why she took her people and went into hiding.