Volume 1, Chapter 31: He Is Getting Married Next Month

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Lin Zhaohua had just been about to speak when the call was cut off.

The coffin shop owner curled his lips, turned around, and walked out of the hospital room.

Lin Zhaohua gripped the floor so hard that her fingernails drew blood. It was clear that she hated them to the very core.

She truly regretted it. She deeply regretted not killing Jiang Yihuan back then!

Jiang Yihuan hung up and prepared to take a shower. She had made plans to go to a bar with Zhong Li that day.

She had only just risen from the sofa when the doorbell rang.

She assumed Zhong Li had grown impatient and come to find her, but when she opened the door, she found Zhou’s father standing outside instead.

She paused. “Uncle Zhou, what brings you here?”

Zhou’s father looked somewhat unnatural and forced a faint smile. “I was just…”

“What does this have to do with me? You’re charging into battle to vent the resentment in your heart. I’m merely cooperating by helping you vent it a little. Besides, the more capable should shoulder more responsibility. I’m a soldier, while this is a local matter. If I interfere in something that has nothing to do with me, to be honest, I may be less useful than you people.”

Behind the defensive line, the sailfish and plesiosaurs were also making their final preparations. Several spellcasters surrounded them, casting defensive magic upon them and stuffing medicines that stimulated the body into their mouths.

The old, profound gaze passed over the face of each minister in turn, leaving Yin Ziban uncertain how to decide for the moment.

Chen Yan lifted open the decayed chest and removed the material packed inside. It was a statue in the ancient Greek style: nude, with soft contours, a muscular and powerful body, flowing garments, and naturally smooth folds and curves, embodying an idealized perfection. It was unmistakably an ancient Greek-style sculpture.

I am someone who believes that future technology will save the world, so I have no intention of learning how to compromise myself like those writers who seek to avoid “the Wind-Forest-Fire-Mountain trap.” A person with ideas should not waste time mastering a skill that will be obsolete within two or three years.

Only at that moment did Wen Xu truly feel that familiar festive atmosphere. It had been a long time since he had experienced such a feeling. When he had lived alone at home, Wen Xu had never sensed much joy in the New Year, but today he genuinely felt it.

When he touched the peanut shell, Hang Chen stuffed it into his mouth without a second thought. Nothing happened after he ate it. When he realized he could not chew it, he immediately spat the shell out and casually tossed it into the wastebasket.

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“Three days from now, beneath Xiafei Spring, a Soul-Unity Pill and the corpse of a Fusion-Realm demon will be publicly auctioned!” At that moment, a shrill voice rang out in the area where the human cultivators had gathered.

“I’ve recently been studying a formation related to the power of space. Since you can protect yourself, take me around with you. When the situation becomes untenable, I’ll return to the barrier,” Xiang Qingcheng said after a moment of thought.

“All right, go ahead,” Zhao Qingcheng said, lying directly on the bed with an expression of rapt attention.

“All right, all right. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Han. Your efficiency is truly remarkable,” Ning Hanwei said delightedly.

It must be poor digestion. I’ll have to buy several boxes of digestive tablets tomorrow, Director Lu thought to himself.

Yan Jiaojiao took out the dagger she carried with her, efficiently cleaned the rabbit, and began her journey of roasting it.

“The second year after entering the organization.” Following Z’s fading voice, Black Wind moved his lips and raised an eyebrow at Z.

Zhao Hui and Li Zhenguo sat at He Fangbo’s home for a while before bidding him farewell and heading back.

The tourists followed the guide off the bus. Zhao Hui, Li Zhenguo, and several other tourists who were not climbing the mountain waited below.

After lunch, Li Zhenguo’s parents went to rest. Zhao Hui and Li Zhenguo watched television in the sitting room for a while, then went to He Fangbo’s home to pay their New Year respects. They took a car there first. He Fangbo was playing Chinese chess with his elder brother at home. When he saw Li Zhenguo and Zhao Hui arrive, he stopped and poured tea for them.

“Her family is so wealthy that there’s truly no need for her to suffer through this,” Song Xinyue explained with a smile.

Neither her grandfather nor her father could be relied upon. As for the Pei family, they had probably already begun to regret it deep down.

Old Madam Tang, née Ji, wore a brand-new russet dress and skirt, with a matching forehead band around her head. A string of honey-colored Buddhist beads on her wrist glowed with a warm, lustrous sheen.

Shen Jue held down Bai Yu’an’s restless hand. His expression darkened as he gazed at the scene before him. Then he lifted Bai Yu’an’s leg and lowered his head to kiss it.

The next second, a dart swept past Xia Luoxue’s cheek and flew onward, while strands of severed hair drifted to the ground.

The Korean man who had been left standing aside for a long while despised these soldiers for shamelessly taking a share of his money in front of him, but outwardly he still adopted an extremely obsequious posture.

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Except for the chief steward, all the other stewards were discussing how to deal with Su Haobai, each declaring that they would stand up for Steward Eighteen.

It was the same with the Military Statistics Bureau. Compared with “Longhorn Beetle,” he was also a little less fortunate, because he believed that the difference between their intelligence-gathering abilities could not be very great.

“Heh heh, gold? Do you think I caught you in private? With so many pairs of eyes watching us, you actually have the nerve to mention gold to me.” Gao Lingyu curled his lips, his expression full of contempt.

A long line had already formed outside the Duke’s Residence. Guests from the various households who had come to offer birthday congratulations got out of their carriages one after another at the entrance.

Gu Qingbai looked at the figure with its back turned toward him, silently lowered his head, and let the tears fall uncontrollably.

“Does not answering mean I have no chance?” Mei Xiaotong raised her head and looked at me timidly with tearful eyes.

Bai Yun stared blankly at Qin Yu with her beautiful eyes and immediately could not help asking. Qin Yu was still holding her slender waist, but she no longer cared in the slightest. She even took the initiative to press closer to him.

And then there was my grandmother. When she saw me, she said, “Who told you to come back at a time like this?” When I left, she was still saying, “You unlucky wretch. You couldn’t come earlier or later, but had to return at precisely this time.”

“It was the Earl! Actually, I’ve been studying this for quite some time. The medicinal herbs on the mountain are all excellent—old, potent, and of good quality. It’s only that no one has gone to buy them. The furs are excellent as well. To get a good price, the mountain people do their best to keep the pelts intact.”

Zhao Apeng hurriedly sensed the situation and called out, but unfortunately, his perception was not mature enough. He managed only to create a tenth of a second of opportunity, and that gap was just enough for Feng Xiao to turn around.

A satisfied expression finally appeared on Zhao Hong’s face. More importantly, she had finally yawned, and sleepiness crept across her features.

Ying Xuan had learned quite a bit about this from the records on the bounty-mission cards. Thus, he had immediately ruled out the possibility that high-level vengeful spirits or evil ghosts were present. But the fellow whose memory had suddenly resurfaced gave Ying Xuan a few suspicions about the mysterious, gravely wounded black python.

Qin Wafan nodded repeatedly. Of course he remembered. It was at that training conference that he had first encountered Bai Jianjia. That conference had held an irreplaceable significance for his four years at university—no, for his entire youth on campus, and even for his future life. How could he possibly have forgotten it?

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