Chapter Forty-Two: The Package of the Package

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The Wine Sword Immortal felt her small, chubby hand pat his face. It didn’t hurt, nor did he feel humiliated, but the fact that she insisted on helping him cross the street left him speechless. Jiang Wan dragged him by the arm, only to exert a sudden burst of strength and fling him through the air, where he traced a graceful parabolic arc.

Drunken and bleary-eyed, Jiang Wan tilted her head and giggled.
"One, good, deed, a, day!"
[One good deed a day, progress: 1/3.]
Jiang Wan turned to leave, but the Wine Sword Immortal she had just thrown...
By now, A-Ze’s father had arranged two private cars to pick them up. He and A-Ze took one, while Yang Ming and the other two took the second.
"Are you opening your mouth or not? Come on, I’m recording this. If you drink again, you’re a dog." Imperial Concubine pulled out her phone and activated the voice recorder.
Countless souls draped in white burial shrouds appeared on the street, gazing up at the Ghost Gate in the sky with expressions of astonishment.
Long Pingfan did not attack Zhao Youwu, but that did not mean he wasn’t watching him; his spiritual energy had already spread out, locking tightly onto every move Zhao Youwu made.
"How should I know? Go find it yourself." Gu Zhiqiu had no idea what I was planning; she didn't even look up, answering offhandedly.

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"Wait, where is Brother Divine Dog? Oh no, how did I forget again? No way, did he run off again?" I suddenly remembered that Brother Divine Dog had come with me, so why couldn't I find him?
A youth in magnificent attire looked down at the three people kneeling on the ground and smiled slightly. It was a refreshing, spring-like smile, yet his eyes were brimming with murderous intent.
The entire camp was suddenly startled as several massive white oxen rose to their feet, straining against their carriages in an attempt to escape.
I wasn't worried that Ya Ya would say anything detrimental to me, nor was I concerned that she would argue with Wang Jinye; one look at her expression was enough to tell.
She glanced at Shen Yun, sighed inwardly, and felt a hint of inexplicable joy.
When Zhang Qiu turned her head in confusion, Xu Xue was still in the same position, unchanged, and the coffee remained as still as a mirror.
Yu Silan’s heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly turned and ran back to her room, leaning against the door as she patted her chest.
He appeared to be about thirty-five or thirty-six, wearing a blue headscarf. His complexion was sallow, his lips pale, and he looked quite ill.
Yu Silan slowly regained consciousness. She opened her eyes to find she was still alive. A sharp pain radiated from her wrist. Looking over, she saw Chen Shu by her side.
Meng Xuange subconsciously blocked the magical artifact, waved a gentle stream of spiritual energy to open the door, pushed her out, and then shut the door again.
Lu Bochuan nodded. Meng Yujiang had told the truth. After all, people in the Imperial Capital were prideful; the idea that he had chosen a rural outsider simply out of love was hard to believe, but this explanation felt more genuine to him.

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The truth An Xia had stumbled upon made Lu Bochuan’s heart race. An Xia was too clever; it was too difficult to deceive her.
"Auntie, I have remembered everything, and I will fulfill my promises. It’s just that, right now, Lanlan won’t even give me the chance." Qi Xiuyuan nodded. Mentioning Yu Silan, his face fell with disappointment and helplessness.
Several more days passed in this manner. Zhu Ziteng took care of Ji Longjun during the day and practiced internal arts at night. Though the days were mundane, they were rarely peaceful. Zhu Ziteng, with her deeply reclusive nature, preferred quiet to activity and gradually grew accustomed to this life.
"Yang Hu, I leave this person to you. Handle everything according to the standards for new disciples," Liu Zhenhong said.
When Li Xue arrived at the Drunken Time bar, Mu Qingran was already slightly tipsy. Seeing her approach, Mu Qingran merely gave her a cold glare before continuing to drink on her own.
Usopp was puzzled but trusted Law, sensing that Law must have noticed something problematic, which was why he intended to use the sound-absorbing insect puppets for something.
Leng Jun: "Tsk, tsk... well then, you better work hard! But having said that! Even if you become Heavenly Kings, once I become the Champion, I’ll still be a cut above you! Hehehe! You’ll still have to listen to me..." Leng Jun seemed to have thought of something, his eyes carrying a hint of a smile.