Nine Chuang Novels & Stories

Yu Hang Said . " What a good friend ." Chen Si Said again . " Owh... this is senior Lu Jang and this is Fan Lei . Everyone meet our new friends ." Luo Jiang introduce the two new faces to the others . " Owh... sorry .. I forgot . This is Han Lei . He is from grade nine. Well... our classmates now ." Chen Si introduce a boy wearing glasses. " Everyone .... my uncle send me a message . A stock is going to rise in twelve hours. It will going up until five times. Anyone wants to play ." Moo Sheng quickly said .

"So that's your name! Very well, open the ninth gate, Taotie, give me your power!" Long Chen raised his spear and opened the ninth gate, which had never been used before. And when the ninth gate opened, Long Chen could feel a very strong aura of destruction enveloping his body. And the more that aura entered Long Chen, the more he could feel a strong sense of hatred, to the point that he was almost affected by it.

How can he tell the ninth master when he's bald? An Taotao shook her headn. "This Xie Ning is very good. You can ask him to help make it, but it's not for nothing. You can pay him. As for the formula of plaster , it's not so strict. Anyway, I've registered the brand. It's all right." Huang Chen blinked and looked fierce. "Behind his sister-in-law is the ninth master. He dares to make small moves and kill him with one claw." An Taotao glanced at him and said, "can we not be so cruel?" Huang Chen smiled.

Xing Li Zhi calmly said . Although, Xing Li Zhi is in ninth place base on their age but he always been respected in the group after their first brother. His appearance and aura made the others sometimes scared at him especially those who younger like Juan ,Duan and Wang Ren who called as eighteenth brother. They call him ninth brother maybe because he is call ninth brothers or ninth young master in the Xing family . They had used to it eventhough the tenth ,eleventh and twelfth brothers are older than him . " That's much money you give them ." Second brother ask .

Under the operation of his Genuine Qi, a huge momentum that belonged to a supreme power master of ninth level burst forth and swept through the whole hall in an instant. "Oh my god, he is a level nine supreme power master!" All the masters from the Seven Great Families present stood up and their expressions changed greatly. Just now, Chu Mingli and Chu Minghui were just potential warriors and they had not grown up yet. However, Chu Xuanli's cultivation was completely different, which represented the strength of his family. Chu Shanchuan and Chu Shanhai, who had been sitting behind Chu Shanhe, stood up excitedly. They had another supreme power master of ninth level who belonged to the Chu fam

Each fist print was as large as a millstone. Lao Hei suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Lin." The appearance of the frightening white light caused the void to tremble. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Four fist prints exploded. "Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Zhen, Lie, Qian, Xing." Boom! Boom! Boom! The mountains shook, and the earth quaked. The remaining thirty-two fist prints all exploded in the air, and a terrible storm swept away. "Is it the Daoism's Nine-Character Skill?" Chu Xun was greatly surprised.

In a choked voice, he said, "I'll leave on my own." As I watched him turn away in dejection, I suddenly called out, "Wait." His steps halted. A flicker of hope appeared in his eyes, only for him to hear me say, "I almost forgot about something. The final payment for Star Tower is almost due. Remember to pay what's owed, as per the purchase agreement." Bryan stiffened. "What was that?" Snorting, I asked, "What's the matter? You forgot all about the contract you signed two days ago? The one where you made it clear you were buying Star Tower for me?"

The third generation disciple opened his mouth wide in shock, stuttering in excitement after being stunned for a while, "Number 89, Xiao Chengxuan, Grade A+ for gold element." Even the few elders in silver robes who squinted their eyes over the distance rushed over upon hearing the news.

It was a photo of him in his hospital bed, holding the tiramisu. The caption read: “Thanks, Annie. This is the best comfort dessert ever.” Underneath it, Annie had left a smiley face. I shoved my phone into my pocket, heart hollow. It had been ninety-nine times or maybe more than that. However, whatever the number was, it was time to let go.