Volume 1, Chapter 58: What Can You Do If I Don't Go?

Hearing this, I instantly lost my temper. What on earth was this about? Just giving her five yuan? Did I owe her anything?

At that moment, Sister Wen chuckled, teasing me, "Alright, stop frowning. Look at your expression—anyone who didn't know better would think I was about to rob you."

Oh, so she was just joking with me?

However, I had misunderstood yet again. Sister Wen explained that the handymen were holding a group lunch at noon today to celebrate Li Yi and another worker being transferred to operate sewing machines. For a handyman, transferring to operate sewing machines was considered a promotion. There was a tradition here that whenever such an event occurred, the handymen would chip in to treat everyone. According to Sister Wen, this was a way to share in the good luck, and perhaps the next...

"Hand over the items, Xiyun Shi," Qi Xuanyi demanded coldly, long sword in hand, reeking of murderous intent. Having assassinated Shi Zhibang three years ago, he now found himself forced to welcome him in person. Moreover, his commanding father was scheduled to arrive tomorrow despite his illness to negotiate a peace treaty with Shi Zhibang. It was impossible not to feel a deep sense of vexation.

Upon hearing this nearby, the founding emperor became intensely furious, suspecting it was a veiled mockery of Empress Ma, since the Empress hailed from Huaixi and possessed exceptionally large feet.

Xie Junhe stood quietly by the long river, listening to the ceaseless crashing of the tides against the shore, and tightened her grip on the hilt of the sword in her hand. She shook her head and said softly, "It has been a long time since I helped you change your clothes. Let me do it today." Consider it the very last time.

"Could there really be side effects to cultivating near the Centrifugal Thunder Tower?" Xiao Yan could not help asking. All the elders wore incredulous expressions. In their eyes, Xiao Yan was acting like an utter idiot; they simply could not fathom why a disciple of the Tang Estate would be ignorant of something so fundamental.

"The wood is already carved into a boat, and it is too late to go back on it now," Leng Fengyi said, intentionally adding fuel to the fire. "Perhaps Sect Master Chu would like to listen to Fengyi's zither and see if it is as you imagine?" Qin Shi wanted to persuade her otherwise, but had no idea where to begin.

Mark's performance earned Gooden's approval. From this moment onward, one could say he had officially become a staff member of the Coriano City Mercenary Guild. Although they could not yet assign him a specific title, it was certain that before long he would hold a position of real authority within one of the guild's core departments.

Ruoyu's fingertip brushed against the sharp blade. When she withdrew it, the metal grazed the wall, producing a crisp, piercing sound that stood out sharply amid the ragged breaths of pain and tension. Her sweeping gesture toward the person on the bed seemed as though it might forcefully tear the air apart.

"Generally, hunting sea demons here is a matter of territory. The mercenaries who occupy a certain area first claim it as their own domain, and other mercenary groups are not permitted to hunt sea demons there. It's considered an unwritten rule," Alex explained to Li Yan.

A sharp gleam flashed in Fang Cao's eyes. He suddenly realized that he possessed such a major advantage after all. However, what good was having immense vitality? When it came to cultivation talent, he couldn't even catch up to those rare demonic flora, no matter how hard he whipped his horse.

Pei Yi walked step by step toward Lin Yuan, who looked around the chaotic, ruined hall with a trace of embarrassment.

The stout man from the Zombie-Hunting Bureau unhesitatingly pinched a pill and tossed it into his mouth. After a short while, the man's pale complexion indeed regained a hint of color, and the two heavy dark circles under his eyes faded slightly.

Inside the Stardust Gymnasium, having returned to Stardust Technology's home turf, the lighting shifted, and the signature ambiance of Stardust Technology instantly returned. The massive screen lit up with the Stardust Technology logo alongside their inaugural product, Stardust 3.

The causes of death for these corpses were largely similar: their eyes were wide open in dead, unfulfilled grievances, and their hands were clutched tightly around their own throats with no external wounds visible.

Because this dish required a long cooking time, once she turned off the heat after the simmering process, she no longer had any appetite and failed to dish it out. Furthermore, due to the excess broth making it difficult to handle, it miraculously escaped the fate of being dumped into the trash.

Yet, teased so playfully by Pei Yi, Lin Yuan's mood improved considerably, and her emotions gradually stabilized.

Ruan Jiaojiao experienced for the first time the utter helplessness of losing the protection of the General's Mansion and living merely as an ordinary commoner.

And yet, instead of cleaning up his own mess at a time like this, Fan Lu still attempted to kick him while he was down. The emperor would only perceive Fan Lu as stirring up trouble for no reason.

This occurred one month after Meng Qi fell unconscious. During the initial three days following his collapse, Cheng Ruowei and Hu Xian'er had wandered about in a daze, completely at a loss as to what to do.

After exchanging glances, Martial Sovereign Bi Xuan and Daoist Master Ning Daoqi hesitated no longer. Deploying the Solar Miracle Arts and the Eight Dispersing Hands respectively, they joined forces with Song Que to launch a coordinated attack upon the newly appointed Evil Emperor, Zhang Liang, standing before them.

Suddenly, his wrist was gripped tightly, and he felt the old man move slightly. Immediately following a sharp click, the room was abruptly flooded with light.

"You must tell me her condition!" Ting stared at him fixedly, his gaze resembling that of a wild beast foraging through the bitter cold.

The的风云 Mercenary Corps had an unknown number of members and an un-assessed overall strength. It was only known that the commander was a Saint-level expert whose very name remained a mystery. Daily affairs were invariably handled by three peak Emperor-level deputy commanders.

When Zhang Liang calmed his mind to practice, the black stone bead on his person suddenly flashed with a dark, lusterless light, causing the surrounding heaven and earth spiritual energy to grow gradually much denser.

"Many thanks, Divine Physician Miao. From now on, whatever you wish to eat, I shall cook it for you." Chu Lian's eyes curved into crescent moons as she smiled.

Fatty He had heard every single word clearly from inside the carriage; weren't they talking right about him behind his back? People always said children could ruin their fathers and ancestors, but when it came to Fatty He, how on earth did it become ruining his own grandson? Puffing out his cheeks in exasperation, he glared through the rear windshield at the two people conversing outside.

Although the righteous path was stronger than the demonic sects, the latter had spent centuries meticulously scheming and plotting. Meanwhile, the former had grown complacent over many years of peace, meaning the righteous factions also required time to prepare.

Just as Qian Wang was about to launch his attack, a massive fist made of genuine qi hurtled through the air, smashing squarely between the three of them.

Acquiring these three hundred points was as easy as it was difficult; one simply needed to win twenty consecutive duels.

Furthermore, the quality of genuine qi fell far short of spiritual energy. It was akin to humanity pitting itself against raw nature; the two simply could not be spoken of in the same breath.

Although Zhang Yi had never once entertained the thought of marrying Mu Wanqing, receiving this outcome still left him thoroughly uncomfortable, and even somewhat angry.

The reason he was currently being led around by the nose was simply because Zhan Wuji held information regarding the people closest and dearest to him.

Yet, in truth, he possessed both learning and perseverance. From his talent for cultivation to his temperament and character, he surpassed her in every single aspect... he was not only superior to her, but also worked far harder.

"Come on, cut the cake." Li Jianbao handed Li Wei a plastic knife, gesturing for her to cut it herself. Under his guidance, Li Wei sliced off the first piece and naturally handed it to Li Jianbao first.