Volume 1, Chapter 52: A Merchant Family?

"Alright." With a low reply, Tian Ye didn't decline and simply went over to lie down. Before long, Mi Duo heard the sound of steady breathing. A small smile crept up the corners of Mi Duo's mouth—not for any special reason, simply because she suddenly felt that getting along with people wasn't as difficult as she had imagined.

"Then what do you want? I'll look for it for you." As long as you name it, the system shop has virtually everything. No matter what you ask for, I can just pull it out and give it to you.

Ma Zhongliang was tall and sturdy, in his early thirties, with small eyes that looked somewhat comical compared to his slightly chubby face, yet they were exceptionally spirited.

It was hard to tell whether this was a blessing or a curse! A curse, because it definitely left an impression on the other party; a blessing, because although Duke Fu was not captivated by his looks, he was at least momentarily distracted. Seizing that exact gap, Gong Shiqin immediately turned around and fled.

Chu Tianxiong had escaped, and he did so from right within a heavy encirclement. This came as a surprise not only to Yang Guo'an, but to everyone—even Chu Tianxiong himself. For this was not entirely the escape route he had envisioned; he never dreamed in his wildest dreams that at the crucial moment, Guo Liang would render him such massive assistance.

"Walter, no! As far as I know, this formation cannot be cracked by brute force, or else things will become even more troublesome!" Yinan hurriedly said.

"Who are you?" Li Mei's brows furrowed. People who knew the Four Great Families were few and far between, and since the other party even knew her name and her family background, it was clear that everything was directed squarely at her.

"This..." The leading man in black circulated his divination arts and discovered that all the life-and-death Dao talismans on his body had vanished. Overjoyed in his heart, and upon hearing Ye Yu tell them they could leave, he nonetheless hesitated.

Radiance filled the sky beneath the stone statue. The white light from the jade pendant on Ye Yu's chest surged overwhelmingly toward the prayer beads under the stone table. The prayer beads also emitted a brilliant red glow, refusing to yield in the slightest. The two kinds of brilliance intertwined and entangled, as though each sought to swallow the other whole. Ye Yu and Xuan Long stared in absolute astonishment, man and beast exchanging puzzled glances, utterly clueless.

Her hands kept patting against Xia Tian, yet her strength was hardly worth mentioning. Rather than calling it a beating, it felt more like a massage.

It was as if they now entirely regarded Ye Shuangshuang as a source of contamination, terrified that if they got any closer, they would absorb the bad luck radiating from him.

Just as the two of them were stunned, a circular platform roughly thirty meters in diameter in the exact center of the emerald platform slowly rose upward.

The interior and exterior of the factory building had been freshly repainted, and the inside was coated with a thick layer of anti-static paint. The air was permeated with the scent of paint, and the exhaust fans, doors, and windows of the factory were all left open to let the odor dissipate.

Shen An shook his head, feeling that this hurdle would be extremely difficult to clear. The old man was furious about the trouble he had stirred up in Daming Prefecture, but could still manage to keep a lid on it. Now that the debate regarding Han Fei had erupted, the old man was undoubtedly going to spit blood, simply waiting to use him as a sacrifice to the heavens.

When she first arrived for the trip, Wang Shuhua had been in a constant state of anxiety and fear. Even when chatting with Mi Leqiu and the others, a trace of guilt was clearly visible in her demeanor.

Let alone repairing a mere top-grade precious artifact, what difficulty would there be in forging ten or twenty top-grade precious artifacts every single minute and second?

The violent gales occasionally bursting forth from the Blood Fiend Ghost King's frenzied attacks posed absolutely no threat to Chen Lu.

Ever since he learned of Liu Wei's actions in the southwestern wilderness two years ago, Zhu Wen had lost his appetite and could not sleep through the night, his hair turning practically white overnight, completely stripped of his former imposing aura.

Shu Yan suddenly realized she had forgotten to change back into her original form. Highly curious, she reached out to take it, only for the other person to immediately pull their hand back. When the other person raised their head, she met a pair of dark, swirling red eyes without any warning. She recoiled in shock by a large step.

At the same time, the spot held by Heyu sent a wisp of coolness seeping into his palm and permeating his entire body, bringing a sense of peace and solace that coursed through his heart.

A terrifying black vortex erupted from within his body, and countless starlight points flew backward from the surroundings. The terrifying suction force instantly vacuumed away all spiritual energy within a hundred meters, while the giant lightning swords in the air were all annihilated into spiritual energy and sucked into his body.

Following that, a figure in white flew out from Sunset Town. It was a middle-aged man, past fifty with graying temples, yet his expression was full of vigor. He held a long blue saber in his hand, and the blade light from moments earlier must have come from him.

Chen Guang beamed from ear to ear, wiped her hands with a handkerchief, picked up a crab meat roll from the plate, and popped it into her mouth. The crab flavor was rich, sweet, soft, and refreshing.

"You!!!" The Envoy of Xuanzhen was so angered by me that he couldn't even speak. He waved his hand at me in disappointment, signaling me to get out.

Even that hypnotist had been personally found by herself. But thinking of the Chen family's official public explanation—that it was to better treat some people's psychological issues—though she didn't believe it, planting a nail was still planting a nail. Yes, it was precisely from that time onward that Yixia had fundamentally lost all enthusiasm for Chen Fangping.

Seeing that Her Majesty the Phoenix Lord was so magnanimous today, the ministers grew increasingly bold. Soon, some quietly slipped away from the banquet after drinking too much, but Si Chen didn't bother with them.

"Linger, you're making a fuss again." Honestly, every time my master started a conversation, it was with this exact line: "This pool is too deep; you'd better come with your master to bathe in the upper pool." With those words, Master pulled me up and, as if riding the clouds, brought me straight to the edge of the uppermost hot spring pool.

He had originally intended to obliquely fish for information regarding the Anping Marquis Manor and Guanyin Nunnery. Instead, he unintentionally listened to Shopkeeper Wang, Wei Zhongting, and others discuss quite a few opportunistic methods for advancing one's career in officialdom. Left unable to laugh or cry, he chatted idly for a few moments, then stretched lazily and headed back upstairs to his room.