Chapter 25

Having finished speaking, she tugged at Mu Yuting’s clothes and shoved the money into his high-end suit pocket all at once.

“This is good. Who knew there were so many nuances to eating? Quite interesting,” Aunt Ye remarked, also finding it agreeable.

The couple, having come from the countryside, believed that if a child could take a few knocks and tumbles—or even get into fights with other children—it was no big deal.

Zhang Su shook his head in silence, then his gaze suddenly sharpened as he looked into the distance. The smile on his face gradually faded, and he slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road.

Instructor Wang’s face flushed a deep red; his lips trembled, but unable to find a retort, he could only glare fiercely at Jiang Xiaosui.

According to her mother, young women of this era were expected to preserve the vermilion mark on their skin until marriage, serving as proof that they had not been molested.

It was all Zhou Ruihua’s fault. Why couldn’t he do anything else? He had to insist on that meager, dead-end salary, acting as a hindrance to everyone.

Chen Zhiyong felt a sense of inexplicable melancholy. Kong Zhen’s decision to file a complaint against Ling Tianfang with the relevant authorities put him under immense pressure.

What she didn’t say was that, although the traveler had indeed come looking for her afterward, she wouldn’t admit that he was currently in her home; she simply shook her head, feigning ignorance regarding Aili’s whereabouts.

At the very least, he helped the police catch a pervert, didn’t he? He should be awarded a detective’s medal.

Zou Qing couldn’t be bothered to ponder Zheng Zaizhong’s thoughts. There was only one person he cared about: Qiu Yashan, a capable confidant of President Lee Hye-geun at the Blue House, and an excellent politician who navigated the delicate dealings between the South Korean government and the United States.

After all, a title as characteristic of the era as “Eldest Young Master” surely carried at least a century of history behind it.

“General, we still have over twenty thousand men; we’ll drag the enemy down with us even if we die.” The enemy deputy division commander had been ordered to hold for two days before surrendering; he had completed his mission, but he hoped to negotiate for better treatment.

Finally, after consuming food enough for over thirty people, Qiming felt a slight sense of satisfaction, and his eating speed slowed down abruptly.

This was highly detrimental to the Xia Empire’s strategic goals in Africa, so Hua Guoqiang reported the British demands to Zhang Wei.

Compared to Hao Xin and the others, Gu Yuzhou had always left a particularly good impression on the instructor, who would keep her in mind whenever something good came up.

Having become a model, He Jindong cooperated by striking a seductive pose, remaining perfectly still as she continued to draw.

Deprived of his instant transmission, Sun Wukong found himself at a complete loss when faced with the current situation.

“Those things labeled as evidence will surely be hidden away by them.” The maid had much she wanted to say, but feeling that every word might wound her master, she chose this—the most harmless, yet most critical, point.

The Yellow Emperor was both shocked and enraged, screaming as he was sent flying backward, crashing into a divine palace so hard it shook.

Unexpectedly, that monkey had suddenly gone to the Dongsheng Divine Continent, where he received enlightenment from the Great Elder of the Barbarian Tribe, greatly increasing his cultivation. Because he was no longer on the path to fetch the scriptures, Kui Mulan had made a wasted trip. Due to a series of coincidences, Kui Mulan committed numerous errors, leading to the utter failure of Taibai Jinxing’s plan.

It wasn’t just the Fourth Prince, Ji Huai, but even Jiang Zhong could see it: the imperial court had first given them a sense of security, then showered Ji Huai with honors, all with the ultimate goal of stripping him of his post, reclaiming his authority, seizing his troops, and dissolving his influence.

Several days later, after surviving hundreds of near-death crises, Jiang Yun finally broke through the bottleneck of the God Sovereign realm, formally stepping into it and becoming a true sovereign among gods.

Having managed to carry An’an to the side of the guest hall—whether it was Jian Chen’s or Yin Xiukong’s room, he no longer had the strength to return to Daoist Wu Yuan’s quarters, not even to take a glance at Jian Chen, before he collapsed to the ground.

“You’re courting death! This is a Dragon Claw. You don’t even know that, yet you dare to speak so boastfully?” Liu Wu sneered, his Dragon Claw swiping toward Jiang Yun.

Several rectangular objects stood there, with white mist wafting from beneath them, as if they were cold tombstones standing upon the lifeless earth.

At that time, Gong Yan’s strength was already formidable. With the true mastery of the Demon Puppet Sect and his own exceptional talent, the fact that he hadn’t stolen away the Sovereign Puppet could already be considered leaving the Demon Puppet Sect a way to survive.

However, the monk might run, but the temple wouldn’t; he would be found sooner or later, and he would have to pay for what he was responsible for.

“Impossible! The achievement of a Golden Core True Immortal always manifests omens. There haven’t been any yet, have there?” someone interjected at that moment.

This had never happened before. Since acquiring his ability, this was the first time he had encountered something he could not identify.

When Lin Wei had entered the Shadow Forest, it was also by obtaining that wizard’s token, which looked like a mottled iron shard.

Lin Wei had always been very curious about Herrick—first for his defensive power, and second for his origins.

On the way back after bidding farewell to the village chief, a group of people crowded around Locke, buttering him up by calling him “brother” with every other sentence, for they knew full well that once the amnesty was successful, the young man before them would have the brightest future in officialdom.

They could only gather behind the single heavy war chariot, watching and confronting the enemy from afar alongside two armored vehicles.

A continuous sound of electrical current arose; the lights in the latter half of the workshop suddenly brightened, and the roar of machinery gradually filled the entire space.

Over the course of several hundred years, the sacred bead sacrificial ceremony of the twelve wizard academies had never succeeded once. Lin Wei didn’t bother asking Greis about the fate of those offerings, because even without asking, he could guess that those failures must have long since turned to ash.

“Over there!” A black shadow flashed in the darkness, followed immediately by the staccato sound of gunfire. The tongues of flame from the assault rifles instantly illuminated the darkness. The walls of the luxuriously decorated tax building were suddenly riddled with holes, as fragments of cement and marble flew everywhere.

“Oh, stop it. You’ve stayed here for so many days before, and I never saw you act shy. Everyone knows what’s going on between you two. No one says anything, so what is there to be shy about?” Du Yue said, actually breaking into a laugh. This stubborn girl—now that she was grown up, her speech had become all the more blunt.