Volume One, Chapter 85: Completely Severed Ties
“So you mean I have to unconditionally yield to Jiang Yao?” Shen Chaowu’s face was laced with sarcasm.
She’d grown tired of hearing such arguments.
They made no sense to her.
“Shen Yanzhou, are you so certain? Are you sure Jiang Yao’s father got into trouble because of our parents? Even if it was because of them, why should I be the one to sacrifice myself again and again?”
I’d seen compasses on TV before, those masters waving them around to search for auspicious places. Now, seeing Old Liu take out the compass, I hurried over, eager to see how it was constructed.
“Yes, I do have an elder brother,” Peng Dexin replied, his eyes full of doubt. He clearly hadn’t expected me to ask this question.
“Amitabha, Brother Kunlun, it’s time we spoke honestly!” Master Qinglian had changed completely.
“This place is nothing like somewhere ordinary people can casually open a shop. In fact, not even just anyone can enter here,” I said directly.
By the fire sat a wild boar, its body covered in black bristles, long tusks protruding, eyes blood-red, occasionally snorting loudly.
After the trials of competition, Cui Pingshun had grown much more in sync with his partner. Before Lin Zhonglong could even speak, the black ball was already floating above the Angel’s head. Lin called out a quick “nice,” then unleashed a torrent of attacks.
The zombies in both Sky City and Yanjing had been almost entirely wiped out. It had been so long since they’d seen one, they’d begun to imagine the apocalypse as something far more ideal than it truly was.
Huang Yueying’s eyes widened at Liu Hao’s words. Hearing the King of Qi, it seemed as if he wanted to bring her to his side.
That glass of green wine had long been drained by Lu Xiurui, and the cup had vanished somewhere. The slender fingers that had once held it now gently clasped Chi Xia’s pale hand.
Ever since introducing neck and lumbar massages for men, the beauty salon had seen an increasing number of male clients.
No one knows their child better than a mother. She knew her son well—either he remained silent, or, once he made his stance clear, no one could sway him.
The meeting concluded: first, appease the online community and Leng Ning’s family, and suppress those unscrupulous media outlets whose reporting grew ever more outrageous.
Without chemical additives, storing fruit over long periods is no easy feat, especially southern varieties. Du Zhongxiao experimented several times before discovering the method: sealing fruit in a cellar. Some could be preserved this way. It was now the secret technique of the Agricultural Bureau, yielding handsome profits.
Canred’s words were weak, almost pleading, yet she dared not look at Ouyang Liufeng, afraid she would see a gaze that would break her heart.
Xia Lü reached the entrance, gazing at the sign reading “Fanglan Palace,” lost in thought. After a long moment, she lowered her head and hovered at the threshold, too timid to enter.
But Gao Mingyuan knew well—he wasn’t there to admire beauty, he was there to catch the lizard.
Over there, the mutton was cooked. Soldiers sliced it and placed it on plates. Seasoned, it looked mouthwatering.
At this moment, the roots of the bone vine twisted ceaselessly. Within a radius of five kilometers, all flowers, grass, and trees gradually wilted, as if their life had drained away.
Xia activated her twin blades, spent some MP on the blue buff, and Galio willingly absorbed two hits with his sturdy body. Every detail was flawlessly executed.
“Headmaster Jiang!” The two waved and laughed, clearly delighted by the familiar address. Though in terms of age they certainly deserved it, being called that by Jiang Ke felt entirely different.
“What exactly happened? Master and Senior Sister seem awfully busy,” Yi Fan mused, then began to sort through today’s gains.
As winter had settled in, Mu Qingqing wore a brown woolen coat, perfectly complementing her figure. She paired it with black leggings and pale knee-high boots. Her light flaxen hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders.