Volume One, Chapter 81: Mrs. Bo, a Merchant Only Calculates Profit and Loss

Fujiwara yawned. Ever since he’d listened to F’s words last night, he hadn’t been able to sleep well, spending far too much effort pondering the reason he had come here. Yet, despite muddling through an entire night of thought, he still failed to arrive at any useful conclusion.

The vision was abruptly cut off, and at the same moment, Ma Liu, who lay sprawled on the ground, began to lose consciousness. After scanning him with his spiritual sense, his expression grew exceedingly somber; it seemed there was certainly a restriction hidden within the man’s mind, and his attempt at soul searching had surely triggered it.

But since they regarded him so highly, deploying three cultivators to fight him, presuming they could kill him first and thus eliminate the whole group, it seemed their arrogance would be their undoing.

No one knew where Shanzi’s sudden courage came from. In a flash, he pulled a soldier’s spade from his belt and leapt into the pit.

By the time the four of them reached the Celestial Tree, it was already three in the afternoon. The sky had begun to slip toward dusk, and soon night would fall. Even in the realm beneath the tree canopy, it was unsafe after dark. Rather than risk an ambush in the wild, it was wiser to rest by the Celestial Tree for the night.

“Brother Xia, then we’ll see you in two hours. We’ll miss you…” Wang Yueru blinked, her tone tinged with shyness, and an unmistakable flush crept over her cheeks. Passersby who saw the scene shook their heads and sighed, while others kept glancing at Xia Mingfeng and his companions.

Guizhou’s temperature swings sharply between morning and evening; it’s cold at both ends of the day. That was why I chose to wear a jacket.

Strangely, those sturdy iron puppets collapsed to the ground, one after another, after he simply gripped and squeezed them—they did not move again.

Seeing Yun Yu’s sudden change of expression, Rong Yu and his group immediately turned pale. They hurriedly bowed in apology, even as two high-grade Mystery Crystals were swiftly presented to Yun Yu.

Arriving at the grove where he’d parted from Chigusa, he found nothing there but the corpses of those monsters. The tangled thicket blocked much of his view; the air was thick with the stench of blood, not only from monsters, but also mingled with the scent of human blood.

By combining two different types of torpedoes and firing them together, not only could preparation time be saved, but the odds of striking the target increased dramatically. If unexpected danger arose—say, an enemy torpedo attack or attack from a third submarine—he would still be able to escape.

“What kind of blood is this?—How strange, how unique, and… regenerative blood? Are you royal?” As she spoke, Kamura Reiri continued to probe Levi’s chest, though there was nothing seductive in her actions; it was more like the examination of a physician.

The faint sound of breathing was instantly swallowed by the wind, but Bai Yong’s sharp senses picked it up. He quickly reached out to investigate.

“It’s mine.” Jamison, who hadn’t grabbed a single rebound since the first quarter, was delighted to see the ball flying his way. Elated, he prepared to leap up and seize it.

It was a meteoric event; at this moment, the Phantom Demon was, in their eyes, a hen that could lay golden eggs. As long as they caught it, everything would work out.

Because the fast-attack strategy drained the opponent’s stamina, but also challenged their own endurance.

These streetball players possessed outstanding skills. Perhaps in official games, limited by tactical understanding, poor teamwork, or various technical restrictions, they could never quite display their full potential.

Likewise, employing the Supreme Tai Chi method, and taking advantage of the Forget-Worry Duster, he was able to use the rotational force of the Spiral Sword Qi to entrap the Xingtian Sword like a silkworm cocoon, rendering it unable to advance even an inch.

“Ruzhou is a near prefecture, known for being hard to govern. Since Liu Shenjiao became its Military Governor, he has swept away all troubles, ruled with leniency and love for the people, and accomplished immeasurable good. In my view, he ought to be specially granted the title of Grand Commandant as a mark of distinction,” said Yang.

Meanwhile, the game development center in Hong Kong preferred to recruit experienced developers from Europe, America, Japan, and around the world to join its team.

Why be a general? Why fight wars? Wouldn’t it be better to simply embrace your wife, hold your child, and quietly tend cattle and sheep at home?

Having shouted himself hoarse, Su Bai limped toward the south gate. Under the protection of the Divine Seal, he made his escape from Lingguang City—but that’s a story for another time.

The realm of the Grandmaster of Martial Arts was already exceedingly rare, but those of this higher echelon were even scarcer; each could shift the course of the world.

Yet the pursuit of security is not merely about surviving by being cautious. True security means… even if you’re reckless, even if you behave wantonly, even if you can no longer wield a weapon, you’re still able to live in peace.

A crimson fireball lit up the sky, revealing the figure of Xiao Yuanshan. The “Fire Dragon Spits Pearl” fireball could melt iron and burn gold; Xiao Yuanshan dared not take it with his back, so he turned and parried, dispersing the fireball with a single palm strike.

So, would a pampered, spoiled young master from a wealthy family, who always gets his way, try to force his will after being rejected?

Wait—hearing this, Si Huaijin finally understood. Jiang Lanqin clearly had a problem. He signaled the butler to add a suitable dose of sleeping medication to the milk.

“Let’s go by portion,” said Tian Qing’an. “Mango mille-crêpe isn’t much by itself, and the recipe doesn’t really matter. The key is the cream. If others find out how it’s made, how will I ever expand my business?”

“Third Brother, you’ve lived in the capital for years—tell us, what’s really going on?” Old Man Tian exhaled a puff of white smoke, refusing to let Tian Dazhuang off the hook.

Ever since he met Fan Twelve, an unplanned martial master, he suspected that he’d been set up by Xia Ri. Now that he had a chance to find out the truth, he was determined not to let it slip away.

With over two thousand regular troops stationed there, in just a few short days, they had expanded and reinforced the fortifications Yang Dong had previously built, turning it into a city easy to defend and hard to attack.