Chapter 47: There Are Actually Still Seats Available

Strictly speaking, it wasn't really going up the mountain; Tong Lingxian genuinely did not let Fang Mingxi go up the mountain. She didn't step out all afternoon, staying indoors to honestly sort through all the clothing. Whatever could be mended, she mended; whatever couldn't be mended, she tore apart to use as patches—nothing could be wasted. Last night, they had received more than just a box of needles and thread; bundled with it was a large ball of flawed yarn, and having these meant there would be no shortage of thread well into next year. Sitting right beside her and assisting with odd jobs was Wu Meixia. As for where the sewing supplies came from, Tong Lingxian didn't...

Roasted flatbreads, meat broth, ale, and hammers—these roughly made up the entirety of the dwarves' lives. Perhaps they would also sing and dance during certain festivals, but their pursuit of forging craftsmanship had never once wavered. It was just that this trap required a specific time, place, and person in order to be activated.

Jiang Chen paused, feeling a slight sense of relief. He had wondered what grave matter it could be, only for it to turn out to be nothing more than this.

The great avenue stretched toward the sky. An old ox rested beneath a canopy of trees, occasionally twitching its ears to brush away flies, while abruptly glaring with wide eyes at the singer upon the cart.

"I think we'd better go our separate ways! We should go look for other prey instead. What do you think?" Li Cheng stared cautiously at Han Yi.

To sum it all up in a single sentence: working for Presidents Lin and Yu, there would be bread, and there would also be houses and cars.

Ye Wanghui was also exceptionally reliable, publishing his challenge video on the forum for everyone to study. Such a loyal and righteous action undoubtedly won instant and universal applause. However, those players who went to watch it with the intention of secretly learning his techniques found themselves weeping with frustration after watching it. Why?

The liquor was extremely fiery. Before Yu Ying could swallow it down her throat, her pink cheeks puffed out more and more, perhaps flushed by the steam of the wooden barrel, leaving her fine skin covered in a dense layer of tiny sweat beads.

Jiang Chen also understood what it meant to have no support when standing alone. Although he was accustomed to being a lone ranger, in a place like this, forming an alliance with the strong was naturally the best course of action. Regardless of what mindset the other party held, at least they could maintain peace for the time being. As for whether the other person belonged to the righteous path or the demonic path, Jiang Chen didn't care in the least.

Qiu Wanchen ignored the shouting martial artist. Curling his five fingers into a fist, he fiercely struck toward Jiang Chen with a cold and piercing gaze, resembling an injured wild beast.

"Irelia is indeed viable, but she doesn't quite fit our mid-jungle composition," Chu Hong shook his head, feeling that Irelia was not a good choice.

Even if others sensed the fluctuations of his use of light energy, they would only assume he was guarding against some potential danger within that three-legged pottery urn. Since they could not see the invisible divine position gemstone, they would never imagine anyone pulling off such a stunt.

As the Eight Trigrams Formation was set up, the handsome man in the black robe drained five jars of brewed wine down his throat, demonstrating his sincerity beyond a doubt.

It could be said that within this Heavenly Dragon City, during the two hundred years Qin Shou had reigned as king, an unknown number of assassins had long since retired to live out their old age, turning into hidden stakes planted in the dark.

Pan Gao and the others spotted Su Changkong from afar, locking their aura firmly onto him while scanning the surroundings without finding that white crane nearby.

There were no signs of mutation on their faces, nor fish scales on their bodies. All the townspeople were very amicable, smiling and nodding in greeting.

Although being too close to one's master's place of seclusion brought some pressure, this spot was undoubtedly a supreme geomantic treasure land.

The next moment, Ye Chen felt a great force strike him, and he was dragged away as they ran toward the school gates.

Upon hearing Zhan Wuhai mention Yi Yuan once again, the avatar's lips curved upward in an imperceptible arc that lingered for a long time.

The surroundings of that cave were encircled by a neat fence and meticulously maintained, clearly not the lair of some fierce monster.

"The day after next, accompany this king to the Great Xiangguo Temple," Xiao Yunmo thought for a moment, then said in a condensed voice.

I had thought Ye Hansheng would at least take a few days to find me, right? But I had underestimated Ye Hansheng's intelligence and overestimated myself.

Painted pleasure boats still lingered upon the lake, exquisitely decorated as well. The graceful silhouettes of beauties were cast through the five-colored flower-patterned windows, hazy and indistinct, just like the Jade Pond of Immortals.

A man shrouded in a fierce aura suddenly cracked a smile, a grin that carried a chilling edge.