Chapter 63 Bursting into Tears with a Wail

Jiang Wan held a large goose by its neck and repeatedly smashed it against the defensive array.
"Open the door, open the door! Help! Someone is bullying a child! Big Brother, Second Brother, are you inside or not?"
The goose was a tier-two spirit beast that had just broken through, yet in Jiang Wan's hands, it was swung around like a meteor hammer, making its life truly difficult.
"Big Brother, Second Brother, Grand Nephew, hurry up and open the door! I know you're in there."
Beside her, Nangong Wanyue was also patting the barrier with her small hands.
Admitting that their skills were inferior and that they had utterly lost the "battle of wits," they were now determined to try their hand at a "battle of brawn."

Before long, the non-commissioned officer finished mustering the personnel. After confirming the headcount, he immediately had them line up in queues to receive their food in an orderly manner.
"However, it was clearly you yesterday who provided Elder Hong with some creative material right in front of a large crowd."
Yet, if one entertainment company wanted to poach talent from another, the best approach was always to handle it privately behind the scenes.
But with the person still standing right before him, the fangshi did not dare do anything other than converse with him.
Now that he was a formal disciple of Pang Ershui, his form of address had naturally changed from "Sir" to "Master"—the meanings of the two terms were worlds apart.

Jiang Chang'an had always believed that the hardest livelihood was prostitution; just for the dedication of standing outside in the freezing cold and shaking a painted fan, they deserved utmost respect.
Meanwhile, Madam Xing's expression grew faintly unsightly as she stared fixedly downward without uttering a word.
Since he had already boasted on Qidian website that he would release seven consecutive chapters on November 10th, he simply had to write hard, didn't he?
Seeing Que sink into deep thought, Lily seized the moment when his guard was down, chuckled softly, and wrapped her arms around the young man's arm.
Without Tang Wan around to stir up trouble, offering incense these past few days went very smoothly. In the blink of an eye, the time arrived, and early on the eighth morning, the group hitched the carriage, ready to return to the capital.
If he hadn't received some crucial news, this man probably wouldn't have interrupted her operation. Coupled with the appearance of these heavy weapons now, claiming he knew nothing about it would be fooling ghosts!
Some of the Asuras involuntarily swallowed their saliva, terror written all their faces, terrified that they might meet the same end.
Tong Xing thought that as long as they didn't provoke the Jiang family and minded their own business, the Tong family might avoid the utterly miserable fate of his past life.
Following the direction, the three of them glanced up at the pale moonlight and sprinted toward the northern city gate.
On the broad back of the flying spirit beast, Zou Hai stared in astonishment at Li Yunyi, muttering something under his breath.
When the carriage finally stopped at the Guo family's courtyard, Jiang Tingliu and Jiang Tingmei let out simultaneous sighs of relief; Jiang Tingdan had simply been far too noisy.

Li Yunyi gave a gentle wave of his hand, and the line of blood in front of and beneath the Great Xia King instantly vanished, as if a set of gates had been thrown open to welcome guests.
At this thought, the Confucian scholar could not help but feel a silent irony. He had devoted himself heart and soul to the Bright Moon Tower for more than a decade, only to earn the mere title of a Confucian scholar. Looking across the vast mortal world, who was not born for fame and who did not die for fortune?
Tentacles remained a means of attack, though when necessary, they could once again serve as experimental subjects.
Having just captured the heterodox practitioner, Inspector Li was currently writing a letter to Magistrate Yan to report the matter. Moreover, given the unique status of the heterodox practitioner, he worried that the dungeon of the Inspectorate would not be able to hold him at all.
Seeing the rare, tender expression in his eyes, Shi Zuizui felt at that moment as if he were still the feeble Lu Sui of the past.
It was only the fourth watch of the Chen hour, meaning barely eight o'clock in the morning. Normally, taverns would not be open at this hour since they did not serve breakfast, catering only to lunch and dinner.
"Singing is no fun. Come on, I'll take you somewhere fun," Shi Zuizui said, taking the lead and walking away.
Hearing the sound, Chen Xiang opened his eyes to see Old Liu's handsome face smiling right in front of him, his wrinkles bunched up like a chrysanthemum.
After the old grandmother pointed out just a few issues, Kim Ji-soo felt a subtle trace of sweat breaking out on her skin.