Being a Life Player in the Middle Ages

"Obedience is worse than respect!" Liu An didn't say anything more and responded directly.

Whether I was a factory manager or a general manager, this was the first time I encountered an employee resignation. It was a very tricky matter and I was not sure if I could handle it well.

Even now I don’t believe it, but there is something about my body that makes me believe it.

She took a peek and confirmed I was wearing a pair of blue underwear, then nodded with a smile, thinking that Mr. Wang was a good man, at least he didn't violate her. She didn't dare to think about what would have happened yesterday if it had been someone else.

Although Dian Wei is a simple-minded person, after such a long period of teaching, he has become able to stand on his own, at least he is very good at dealing with officers and soldiers.

"I'll remember that, thank you." Chen Tianyi still didn't understand what was going on, but it seemed that it could be created through secret methods.

He would like Qin Wangshu to deliver it to him, but thinking that she would have to carry such heavy things for such a long distance, he decided not to do it. Besides, if he took these things back, people from his dormitory and even the neighboring dormitory would come to share them, so he didn't want Qin Wangshu to deliver more.

What excited me the most was that when I touched the boss lady's feet, she was stunned for a moment, glanced at me secretly, and did not look away.

Seeing Jiang Yijia rushing out with ill intentions, Shen Qinan deliberately turned sideways, but was still hit hard and fell to the ground.

Perhaps because she rarely gets such a serious illness, and she has been worried about infection these days, Jiang Song has consumed a lot of energy. In addition, her boyfriend has to pretend to be a stranger to her for unavoidable reasons.

Binglan left these words far away, and carried by the bluebird, flew quickly into the sky and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

However, Huang Xuanzhen and Zhang Chunhua had been dating for a year or two, and the second boss felt anxious because he had not seen anyone from the Huang family come to propose marriage.

"Okay, it's time to end it!" Mosha suddenly let out a strange laugh, stretched out his hands, and ten streams of silk energy shot towards the group of people from Langxia Village.

"Hmph! Stop pretending to be sympathetic here. It's none of your business." Gao Wei's eyes were fierce, as if Xia Jian and he really had a grudge against each other for stealing his wife.

It turned out that the tomb robber Wen Wugui had been looking for an opportunity on the side. It was not until Kun Dimu was trying his best to avoid the attack of Lan Yanyu's thousand-year ice tube that he took decisive action and used one of his famous skills, the "Bone-breaking Hand", to hit the target.

"Your name is Wu Yan, right? Don't leave any of these people alive!" Li Jiang said calmly, as if he was talking about something commonplace.

But at this moment, a piece of news came back that shocked and devastated the entire Xiaoyao Sect.

After all, he is the only one left in the Iron Fist Gang now. If he wants to rebuild the gang, he needs more manpower. Li Jiang is young and powerful, so isn't he the best candidate?

These two unfortunate people have been wandering in Vietnam for so long and finally got together. Naturally, only the people involved can understand how deep the bitterness and pain are.

Long Luoruo is just as I thought. This world is a cruel world. Only strength can dominate everything. Only strength can prevent oneself from being trapped on a single-plank bridge. Strong strength can give oneself an extra choice when facing difficulties.

Qian Wanke helplessly descended slowly from the sky, only to see that all the servants of the Qian family were already sitting cross-legged, using their internal energy to absorb this rare opportunity. Even the patriarch of the Qian family, who had just walked out of the main room, was doing the same.

Although he really doesn't like this kind of loneliness, Chu Yan doesn't plan to go out and hang out because he has to report to school tomorrow. It's nice to have a day off.

Wen Manzhu bit her lip, a look of deep thought creeping onto her delicate face. The truth was shrouded in a thick fog, and she tried desperately to piece together the truth from the fragments of conversation she had just heard, but it was all in vain.

"Oh. That's right. They were raised with great efforts. There's no such thing as an adopted son. They are the apple of their parents' eyes." The old woman was obviously an experienced person. As she got older, she naturally saw things more open-mindedly than some people.

Zhou Mingfeng even suggested to Chu Yan whether he should delete most of the unimportant planets and only keep about a thousand in the star map.

At this moment, Liu had completely lost her composure and grace, completely losing her composure. Yu Weiwei was taken aback by her protective behavior, having never imagined how important she was to Liu.

Belle hesitated. She looked at Gaston who was thrown aside with disgust. She now understood that it was Jiang Hai, or Galina, who saved her when she was attacked by Gaston in the forest.

Moreover, Yu Weiwei felt that Shen Xinghan didn't have much money, otherwise why would he take money from the public account.

In the past, he followed Wang Jian to lead troops to attack the six kingdoms. Every time the battle was tense and the siege was difficult, there would be "mysterious ghost soldiers" to help them open the city gates.

Or, his ancestors were also drowned in the water, but he just doesn't recognize them. What ancestors does he need for a traitor?

After unpacking, there was a cardboard box. Uncle Jiu removed the lid and took out the contents to show everyone.

Until the first drop of blood-colored liquid fell, the entire sky was no longer blue, but was completely replaced by blood red, and the smell of blood began to spread more and more strongly around.

A voice emanated faintly from the depths of the supermarket, harsh, slurred, and hoarse. It was as if the person who spoke had something in their mouth, their throat clogged with phlegm. This voice, like rotten wood buried underground for a thousand years, suddenly emerged one day, emitting a strong stench of decay.

"My lord, you are very happy today, and I have come here specially to congratulate you. Why don't you change your clothes? The guests are waiting impatiently." Then, she smiled brightly at Fang Yu.

Xia Siyi couldn't help but stare in surprise. Could it be that this bastard was pretending? But listening to his screams just now, it was indeed miserable, not at all like he was pretending.

Ymir frowned, not understanding what Srude said, and Srude seemed to want to show Simora's body to everyone, so he opened his hands forcefully, and Richard narrowed his eyes in a moment of capture.

The sword curtain that covered the sky and the sun wanted to break through, and the only way was to stop Wang Jin's sword, but how could he stop a sword that was blessed with the power of thunder and lightning!

Two places are needed here, one is a brick kiln and the other is a mosquito coil factory. Both of these things do not require a lot of technology to complete.

From the perspective of human society's hierarchy, these aristocratic private soldiers who have no identity or capital may have a better outcome if they directly fight against the big spiritual beasts.