Chapter 73: Guns and Sticks (Seeking First Subscriptions!~)

A mouthful of fine wine slid down his throat.

Bloody Slaughter tightly closed his mouth and nose, his entire face flushed red, and only after a long moment did he slowly exhale a breath of wine.

“Excellent wine!”

There was no need for further words; even the faint aroma lingering in the air was proof enough of Bloody Slaughter’s claim.

“Miss Bai, quickly fill my cup!”

A thirty-eight degree white spirit was a rare commodity in this world. Aside from Bai Xian, it could not be found anywhere else.

But Bai Xian held the bottle, swirling it in the air.

Li Cunxiao’s body was innately stronger than others and he feared neither the hilt striking him. He simply raised his arm and took the blow head-on. A tremendous clang echoed at the scene, then both men turned their horses and drew back a distance.

Madaga’s task was to rescue Setes, and now that Setes was safe and sound, the weight in his heart was finally lifted.

Apart from the Demon Ancestor, no one in the world would dare attempt to reverse the order of heaven and earth, not even Qingyuan.

Shameless! Qin Fen felt a surge of anger. The three Cloud Maidens and Zhao Gongming were like siblings. You killed Zhao Gongming, and now you recommend Yunxiao? I must say, you are truly a scoundrel—your deceit knows no bounds.

Liu Wuyao was somewhat curious. He passed through crowds of alien creatures and beastmen, arriving at the intersection of the battle.

After receiving the system’s response, Qin Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and a vague, long-term plan began to take shape in his mind.

Offerings were the most important, for not every sect was like the Tai Chi Sect, possessing a powerful ability to generate wealth.

Everyone’s expressions shifted at these words. If the Peach Fairy intended to leave alone, then both Tianmen Province and the Demon Clan would surely perish.

Fists flew out one after another, yet the thunderous fists descending from the sky shattered everything in their path, smashing down toward Zhang Yue.

The floor of this bathhouse was indeed slippery; one must always lay a towel on the ground when bathing.

In the city of Beijing, every spirited son of China, upon hearing this sound, felt their blood surge, instinctively raising their fists and responding loudly. The immense roar spread like ripples, stirring every corner of the capital.

Upon seeing the eight characters, Shangguan Feixue’s heart trembled. She had never imagined Ye Xuan could possess such lofty pride.

Yang Hongjiang tried to get up and stop it, but was helpless—any movement brought him intense pain, so he could only remain lying down.

Ding Changqing looked at Shi Zhongyue. They were not members of the Shi family; wearing relations here probably wasn’t appropriate.

After greeting the two, Gu Shaoyu drifted away. The position of mentor was more or less settled, but he knew much more effort would be required.

This court session ended in discord. As Mo Li left the hall, the Prime Minister snorted coldly at him and hurried away, presumably to clean house at his residence. Mo Li was unconcerned, watching the Prime Minister’s retreating figure with a faint smile.

“He actually broke his own restriction!?” The Imperial Consort looked at Ye Xuan in disbelief.

[South Smoke, are you really not planning to live anymore? Why did you buy me so many expensive gifts?] Shen Yishu could hardly believe her eyes.

Mu Qingfeng sighed. She knew that without great fortune, she truly had no hope of catching up to Qin Tian.

The dragon boat team in Dongguan usually required fifty-six rowers, plus a commander, a drummer, a gong player, and a helmsman.

If Qin Tian was poisoned, then within the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, it would be all too easy to handle him.

Yet this joy lasted little time before it was shattered by a shriek at the kitchen door.

After they made their purchase, some who had been watching nearby, as well as guests peering from upstairs windows, finally approached. Some tried things on, others asked about prices.

Meanwhile, the short-haired youth lying on the shop floor had already been crawled upon by two poisonous snakes.

At this moment, he had become nothing more than a shell devoid of thought—a true walking corpse.