Chapter 112: Bai Yujing Becomes a Plastic Surgeon

Liu Shuangling had a faint premonition earlier, but because it seemed too absurd, she never truly believed such a possibility existed. Now that she had confirmed it, she still could not fathom Bai Yujing. With such immense power, he should have sat high upon a heavenly throne, looking down upon all living beings like a god. He could have chosen to play among mortals out of boredom, or perhaps to alleviate his loneliness, he could have chosen to strengthen the Qingyun Sect step by step. But how could he ever place those ants on an equal footing with himself?

"Junqi, you can't look at this," Jin Baobao instinctively covered Jun Junqi's eyes, not allowing him to catch another glimpse.

Qian Ye stared at Huo Jun, never expecting him to be so bold as to complain to Zheng Xi right in front of him.

Ren Pingsheng began to clean shirtless, not finishing the thorough scrubbing of the room, inside and out, until the afternoon.

After finishing lunch, Zhao Feng dialed Chu Jinsheng's number, arranging to meet at a business teahouse to discuss matters.

In the future, this problem would hardly be a challenge; any middle school student could think of more than one way to solve it. But in this era, where even Arabic numerals had yet to be born, it was an incredibly difficult puzzle.

Upon hearing this news, Wan Zhidong was deeply anxious. The Jiangdong Group was a Fortune 500 company and one of the three such enterprises among those attracted to Jiangzhou City for investment.

Vice County Magistrate Li Hongmin was a deputy-level official who had transferred down from the Jiangzhou municipal organs in 1996. Although his relationship with Yang was not deep, they were still quite courteous to one another when they met.

Wei Guodong naturally wore a fawning smile, saying, "Not at all, not at all," while his hand reached for the paper detailing the voting results. Once Zhang Zhongshan secured the majority of votes, it would not matter if Sun Zhijun disagreed.

Zheng Xi then assumed a slightly sorrowful expression, saying things that left Qian Ye with no room for rebuttal.

Su Chen was shocked, never expecting that Zhao Feng would be so cowardly; not only did he have numerous bodyguards, but one even had to pass through a metal detector to see him in person.

"Forget it, I'll ask Cao Shuai later!" As a semi-professional con artist who dared to pull scams at the South City temple fair, I firmly believed that Cao Shuai, the big brother of the South City underworld, knew everyone like the back of his hand.

Kritz was known by the British prisoners of war as the "Smiling Devil." He had foiled several escape attempts at the camp and executed a number of men, often wearing a smile while reading out the names of those to be put to death. That was how he earned his nickname.

What else could he do? He would certainly resist. Moreover, upon returning to Ente Isla, he would continue to strive for the unification of the human and demon realms, and he would not even abandon the use of force—he was not naive enough to believe it could be achieved without it.

The back of the blade struck the horse's front legs, and with a shrill neigh, the sturdy beast collapsed to the ground, rolling forward uncontrollably.

Of course, although the Immortal Mansion had not yet been fully established, the basic structure of the City Lord's Mansion was already in place, ensuring that Zhao Xuan would not be without a place to stay upon his return.

"Unexpected? Is the quantity very small? Having something is better than nothing!" Lewis said. "It's not what you imagine; it's several times more than you think, not less. I just hope it doesn't get blown up by the Jerries on the way," Freyberg replied.

Even though Sima Zhao’s ambition was known to all, Jing'ai remained calm and fearless, casting a bright, captivating gaze toward Qiao Jinfan. Wanqing could not help but feel a sudden pang; Jing'ai, who gave you such arrogant confidence?

She had long since decided that she would take advantage of her father's upcoming official posting to accompany him, traveling along to see the world.

It was late autumn, and the lakeside was planted with red-leaf trees. The lake was filled with autumn foliage, becoming more vivid as the air grew colder. Reflected in the clear water, it resembled a peerless beauty—whether dressed in heavy makeup or simple attire, she was always perfectly suited.

The stars and the spring water were lush and magnificent, and the scent of green grass spread through the air, carrying a soothing quality.

He believed that the reason Zhao Qian was not the least bit worried must be because he possessed genuine substance.