74. Spirits and Deities (6)

Hearing Lin Mo’s words, both Xiao Ruzhi and Prince Liang’s faces instantly grew unsightly. Sha Qianchu, who had planned to marry Yaya in three days, could not hold back his joy upon seeing the radiant, newly transformed Yaya—now even more alluring and sensual than before—and married her that very night.

Zhou Tianci and Zhou Tianjie, who had stopped some distance away, broke out in cold sweat when they saw how valiant the army led by Xiahou Yuan was in battle. Only by unifying the Wildlands could his dynasty be elevated to an imperial dynasty. Even if its territory would be only a fifth the size of those ancient empires, that was more than enough.

After Fang Yi left, Li Yangyang was getting ready to attend a masquerade ball at a nearby university. Events like this always attracted the more eligible men. In truth, Cao Ximei hadn’t had her stall at Pegasus International Fashion City for very long.

There were 365 days in a year; with 200 points of merit each day, just from Wang Nianliu alone he should be able to accumulate 73,000 points of merit annually. Otherwise, if the furnace didn’t reach the right temperature in time, it was too easy to end up with a lot of defective goods.

“How did you learn your skills? How did you master the incantations? And why did you claim she was your sister?” Qian’er asked, her tone suddenly grave.

“Who are you? How dare you ambush me! Do you know who I am?” Coleridge, gravely wounded, roared in a mix of bravado and fear.

Tang Yuxuan turned coldly to Zhao Tianhong. She wasn’t sure what relationship Qin Jin had with Murong Mingyue, but Zhao Tianhong’s words would only bring her trouble. She couldn’t allow that.

Lin Zhiyuan knew his chance had come. As long as he seized it, his life would reach a new peak.

Moreover, Qin Jin was not just at the early stage of Martial King, but had leapt straight to become a late-stage Heavenly King. The terrifying surge in numbers proved that the costly, laborious internet bans imposed by various governments had completely failed.

“What? That much? Where are you supposed to find that kind of money? Zhao Bing and Liu Sanduo, doing part-time jobs over there, don’t even make a thousand a month.”

“Fine! I accept! You’d best remember your promises!” Yan Qingcheng’s words rang out, every syllable resolute and heavy.

This place hardly seemed to be the dire outcome Guan Qiangzi had warned of. The conditions here were far better than before.

Worried that the passageway might be destroyed after Sima Xin’s urgent urging, Zhang Gan ordered Dong Yi to lead fifty thousand troops to reinforce Julu, making sure the passage remained intact.

After checking on the child, Zhao Ling went to question Madam Yuan, only to learn that Lin Yulan was already two months pregnant—and the child belonged to the Prince of Wu.

“My mistake was pride,” the Fire God Muyun said, forcing a bitter smile, his eyes full of resignation.

Though the environment had improved somewhat in the past year or two, as long as the sand mining on Camel Mountain continued, who could guarantee the environment wouldn’t deteriorate again? Who could say for sure that Qingshi Village would be uninhabitable in the future?

It’s said that after Li Mu and Zhang Ning took Sakura Hashimoto away on that expedition, the nearly hundred-year-old monk even made a special trip to see for himself.

The shopkeeper was baffled. Looking at Li Mu lying on the shampoo bed, he couldn’t see any sign that this was a man—especially since there were clearly two bumps on the chest. Wasn’t this obviously a pretty, fair-skinned, delicate young lady?

But Song Yi was, after all, the class teacher. Though stunned for a moment, he quickly slammed his fist on the lectern a few times, and the entire class immediately fell silent—though the lectern, perhaps, felt it was a bit unfair.

With the combined strength of these three, there was scarcely anyone in the world who could best them.

After hearing the other’s story, Roger’s anger faded, and he leaned back in his chair to listen patiently.

He Jinn was awkward, and Du Yan was startled too—this was the first time He Jinn had called him uncle. He even wanted to check outside to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

Sasuke, halfway down the corridor, stopped at those words. Kakashi didn’t wait for him to return but walked over and led him away. Few knew what his errand was.

Though this was Li Mu’s second visit, everything still seemed novel to him. He crowded over to a window that looked like a cage, craning his neck to peer inside.

She had dedicated herself entirely to treating the plague among the mice. She hadn’t even heard that Liao Xiuzhang had fought Wei Bo for Wuyouyu’s sake. Everything was going well, but her overexertion eventually led her to contract the plague herself.

One by one, the bar’s patrons raised their glasses and shouted in celebration. After all, someone buying everyone drinks was always a cause for cheer.

Long Han knew that the Soul Severing Grass was, in fact, a spellbound Jumu technique cast by the Heart Demon Li Mo, designed to help the Heart Demon absorb the passions and desires of living beings. It had been thrown down from Flowing Moon City.

Even though she knew Long Han already had a wife and could never belong to her alone.

Yi Yi was just about to propose improvements when, seeing the boss’s sincere attitude, spoke up without reservation.