Volume One Chapter 60: The Troublemaker

Liu Dazhuang, seething with anger, smashed the enamel basin and slapped the aunt across the face.
“We can’t even get enough to eat, yet you’re talking about running a commune? My parents never let me go hungry!”
He glared at the aunt, his eyes fixed fiercely on her. “Serve me some food right now, or I’ll make sure this commune shuts down for good!”
“Wu, is this true?” The magistrate glanced at Wang Erniu, knowing full well that at this moment, he dared not utter a word.
As for the six other members, each possessed unique skills of their own. In hunting parties, it was always quality, not quantity, that mattered; as long as they worked in perfect harmony, their combined strength was multiplied several times over.
“Here!” Jia Zhengjin took out a ruby necklace from his virtual backpack and waved it in front of Tina.
Ye Kongmu drank a bowl of wine with Wu Song, then with a sharp clack, set down his chopsticks. He had only taken a single bite of the plain noodles before leaving the rest untouched.
Chen Zui fell silent, but in his heart, he was secretly resolved: Miser, I won’t feel right if I don’t make you bleed a little more for your so-called generosity.
Wu Song busied himself pouring wine for the old lady. In truth, his own craving was flaring up, but as he poured for her, who was blind and oblivious to his demeanor, she would never have noticed his longing.
Of the three men, the one who most surprised Zhusha was the third brother, Black Fox. He sat upright, his expression as cold and severe as ever. Even when he saw Zhusha enter, his face remained utterly unchanged, as though looking upon a stranger.
In the dark, dim abyssal world, where neither sun nor moon rose or set, the demons’ sense of time had grown dulled and sluggish.
“Brother Yu, did you see Uncle De on the cruise?” Thinking of Uncle De in his traditional attire, I asked directly.
The Star Lord of Mao, also known as the Sun God, was the deity of the rainforest world, possessing the rank of Emperor. If not for atoning for his own transgressions, he would never have accepted a subordinate position beneath a Celestial Lord. He knew well that only by earning merit in battle could he wash away his past sins in Li Qing’s eyes, so he was especially eager in such matters.
Sitting by Feng Lingxue’s bedside, watching her lie there unconscious from the wound on her back, his heart ached for her.
But the strength of those people was pitifully limited; they could never provide her with enough heart’s-blood.
There were many afternoons without classes at all, and even when there were, it was only one or two periods; the evenings were devoted entirely to self-study.
“I’m telling you now—anyone who crosses my wife will meet a miserable end.” Mi Yan’s tone was neither cold nor warm, as though stating the most ordinary fact.
The young master wanted to say something more, but Chu Xin’s sudden kick separated his head from his body, destroying that handsome English gentleman’s face in an instant.
As it turned out, she had never truly blamed him in her heart; perhaps she had already let go the moment he tried to explain.
The enforcers in the building surged forward, but not one of them was a match for the three burly men, who left them utterly defeated.
With a sudden swish, Zhang Li’s words left everyone around stunned. Before Mr. Li could respond, the crowd had already erupted into a cacophony of voices.
Not far from where Princess Lin and her companions stood was a grand archway, upon which four formidable characters were inscribed: “The Dragon Roars Through the Nine Heavens.”
Although she found Su Yiqing’s ideas rather laughable, she had to admit that, at the very least, the relationship between daughter-in-law and son was harmonious.
“James!” someone shouted, but he acted as if he hadn’t heard, his gaze locked intently on Fang Bai.
“I’m going to work now, so please keep quiet.” Fang Bai spoke earnestly, and then, countless bandages flew out, wrapping Deadpool into a mummy and tossing him into the corner.
“But I heard the Divine Tower was a gift from God to humankind. Aren’t you afraid that by monopolizing it, you’ll incur divine punishment?” Zhuang Yi said.
He was desperate to tear Deadpool apart, to smash him into molecules that could never be reassembled.