Volume 1, Chapter 30: Such a Strong Scent of Jealousy

"What else could it be? Squire Zhao’s family in the county doesn't have many servants, and they recruit people like this almost exclusively, replacing them every ten years. You can go and ask around," Yang Han said.

Zhaowu Peak is responsible for managing the sect's discipline; what would they need green soil for? Since the Medicine Pounding Peak had already offered benefits, there was no reason to refuse.

Jiang Ning hurriedly ushered them back to their room to sleep. She drifted off in a daze amidst the sound of rain, and when she woke up, the rain was still falling outside, though it was no longer as frightening as it had been the day before.

When the good news reached the old man's ears, he had just finished his meeting with the top leadership of the Great Bear Country.

Wu Xie is now full of tall tales, and his ability to deceive people is no less impressive than his third uncle’s back in the day; he spins vivid and heartbreaking love stories for every single antique.

"If that’s the case, why did you have to test me and nearly get me killed?" Elena asked, pouting.

Her relationship with the Ruan family had effectively reached its end. While the atmosphere today appeared harmonious on the surface, it was truly awkward for her to sit beside Ruan Langping.

The thick clothes they were wearing and the thick quilts they were using were all borrowed from the White Tiger Tribe. If they wanted to separate from them, they would certainly have to return these items. Had they not considered whether they could survive the winter without these thick clothes?

Others held similar thoughts to the Old Matriarch, but out of consideration for what Jiang Ning had done previously, and because the Emperor and Empress were arriving that day, they refrained from making sarcastic remarks to avoid stirring up trouble.

Lan Yuxin thought to herself, touching the soft whip at her waist, that it was still best to master one weapon and hone it to perfection.

In the very beginning, it was merely a drifting consciousness. It felt fear, rage, resentment, and pain, longing for someone to rescue it from the endless darkness.

It must be said that this vengeful spirit was even more terrifying than Wang Damin. This was consistent with the "White Suit" style—each supernatural event would be more horrifying than the last.

At first, she painted the ocean. At dawn, at noon, at dusk, and in the dead of night, she painted the sea and its waves at every different hour.

However, they were a step too late. As they ran toward the scene, the two Moxies had already neatly and efficiently struck down a dozen burly men, leaving them unable to resist.

Forget it. For the sake of his handsome and dashing exterior, she would endure it. Once she managed to get a bed, she would surely bite him to death.

Just like last night, dozens of people took turns offering him toasts. Even though he only took a light sip each time, after dozens of sips, he should have been unconscious.

Ling Xi stuffed Lian Xujin completely into his embrace, wrapping both arms around her. Only then did he reveal a faint, satisfied smile, though it was barely noticeable to the average person.

Emperor Ye struck the Black Rock Demon Wolf with a punch. The immense power sent the beast flying, its body soaring more than twenty meters backward.

Zhang Wei had already witnessed three terrifying vengeful spirits with his own eyes. If one were to count the Li family from Hongming Village, he had actually already seen six ghosts.

In Pang Zhao’s car, He Liang sat in the passenger seat, explaining the origin of the blade. Indeed, Feng Jian had been very efficient; the swap had already been completed.

"A man's dignity?" Ikaros, Nymph, and Astraea all tilted their heads, not understanding what Li Yu meant by this.

"Then I shall trouble you to lead the way." After saying this, Luo Qingcang smiled at Wang Tingyun, as if his earlier cunning had merely been a facade.

Zhang Rui hurriedly used his binoculars to observe the northwest. He saw that the enemy soldiers hiding in the bushes were busy preparing field guns, mountain guns, and rapid-fire cannons.

The Ninth Master’s hands trembled slightly. His face darkened in an instant; even though it was already somewhat somber, it now became incredibly terrifying, even tinged with a hint of ferocity.

It was hard to say whether these two were lucky or unfortunate. They were lucky to be alive, but unfortunate to serve a devil—a devil who could crush them at any moment.

Under the pull, the car suddenly lost control, swerving and colliding, yet it did not stop.

The Third Fleet—Zhang Rui had studied the intelligence before coming and knew it was the designation for the enemy naval forces in the Yangtze River region. The fleet commander was Kiyoshi Katsuki, holding the rank of General, who had previously served as the commander of the North China Area Army after the July 7th Incident.

Wang Xialuo finally let go of the wretched Li Banruo, whom everyone was happy to trample upon. This sudden, massive shift in fortune caused Li Banruo to swallow the bun in one gulp, choking half to death, before gulping down pumpkin porridge and pounding his chest incessantly.

As for this matter, the ability to finally uncover this clue was due, first, to Emperor Jian'an’s persistence—he hadn't given up the investigation even after several years—and second, to the fact that Luyao’s parents, who had died ages ago, had produced a younger sister who looked just like her.

Seeing how much he liked children, Mother Xiao seized the opportunity to ask the question that had been weighing on her heart.

Lin Cixi muttered "crazy" under her breath, paid no more attention to it, tossed the phone aside, and drifted off into a drowsy sleep again.

Lu Zhaoling answered Mother Qing’s words, but she paused when she saw a layer of gray-black color on Mother Qing’s face.

"Boss, Wang Zhiqiang called to say that Shen Dayong has been acting strange lately. He’s afraid the news will leak and is asking if we can take action now?"

Someone deliberately posted this screen recording of Shen Miaomiao online, hoping to incite more people to condemn her arrogance and aggression.

He arrived at the entrance of the "Fat Fish" Funeral and Wedding Shop. The familiar polished lounge chair was there, and the well-known landlord-game music was playing from it.

Although Director Liu was old, ugly, and greasy, he had plenty of resources. Even a tiny bit slipping through his fingers would be enough to feed her for a year.

Gu Han was stunned, suddenly feeling that while the fisherman was still the same fisherman, he was somehow different from just a moment ago.