Chapter 50

While the first two days were met with novelty, with people frolicking and comparing their riding skills, by the third day, complaints began to emerge.

Leaving the matter to Zhang Wuliu, Chang Mao squatted aside to start a fire. When Chang Mao was four years old, Chang Yuchun defected to senior Zhu in Hezhou. At five, following senior Zhu, Chang Yuchun helped conquer the prosperous Yingtian and was already a capable general under senior Zhu's command. Ever since then, Chang Mao lived the life of a pampered young master.

Since the viewership in Ye Jian's streaming room had stabilized at around 200,000, Old Wu transferred him to the morning time slot. When the broadcast had been running for nearly ten minutes, Ye Jian found the chat barrage filled with his friends' complaints about the Four-Gate Absolute Formation, which brought a twitch to the corner of his mouth.

Ye Qiye looked up at Ye Zhengling, remaining silent for a long time. Ye Zhengling's gaze was calm and gentle, as if he had seen through everything.

The Extinction Buddha brought out a subduing pestle covered in cracks, radiating an imperial aura and possessing an astonishing majesty.

The tea eggs had absorbed the savory flavors thoroughly; it seemed they had been simmering since last night. The golden-brown sesame flatbreads were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sprinkled with Sichuan peppercorn salt and carrying an enticing, savory aroma.

"From now on, you no longer need to worry about Chen Shaoyang. Fly back to Phoenix Island immediately and await my assignment," Yeshang commanded in a deep voice.

About fifteen minutes later, the surrounding Wind-Chasing Wolves began to grow restless, occasionally hurling dirt balls toward the cave entrance.

"I don't know. Anyway, Young Master Ye wants you to go down," A-jiu said coldly, grabbing her hand and heading toward the rooftop door.

"Understood, Young Master Liu!" Li Husheng agreed gratefully. He knew he had been reckless this time, and if not for Liu Bin's connections, he would have been completely finished.

Dong Yunyun nodded, pressed the answer button, and turned on the speakerphone. Having just discussed so many dirty inside stories of the school, she did not want Liu Bin to misunderstand her. After connecting, she uttered a "hello" and waited for the other person to speak first.

Yang Meng scratched his head. "Probably, I'm not sure either." Yang Meng wasn't really lying; he genuinely had no idea! In his own words, "Take money when you have it, let it go when you don't. Why live life so seriously?" He certainly didn't believe Xiao Peng would try to screw him over.

Having watched the battle for so long, a young disciple from the Xuanwu Hall also could not help but sigh with emotion.

Indeed, they were lost! The influence of the Underworld Palace extended across the entire desolate wilderness, yet they could find not a trace of Mu Sen, leaving the Underworld Palace feeling as though they were punching a thick pile of cotton.

These military-style overcoats were bought by Yang Meng, with one each for himself and Xiao Peng. Wearing them was the best way to block the wind in the horse ranch during deep winter. At first, the others cared about their image and disdained wearing such coats. But now? What on earth was image? Each of them squatted by the doorway in a military coat, cracking melon seeds.

"They were afraid the plague might be contagious, so they sent the patient to Chakla," Xiao Peng replied.

Li Shimin naturally did not understand what a "temporary ID card" was, but he was still deeply impressed by this fellow. He was truly exceptional! He had a good head on his shoulders, not only finding out the details clearly but also explaining the situation in just a few words.

The man turned and bolted up the mountain. Tong Ziyao thought for a moment, flashed out of the spatial dimension, and gave chase.

"Ou's Blacksmith Shop" was a time-honored establishment in Hangzhou. The blacksmith no longer carried the surname Ou; he was the eighteenth-generation successor of the shop, surnamed Huang. A-shui used to call him "Big Brother Huang" back when he lived in Hangzhou. Blacksmith Huang could not really be considered A-shui's elder brother, as he was already over fifty back then and was now sixty.

Cat even drew grand blueprints in the live broadcast room, talking about sending lavish gifts to Qiye and the like.

Lu Wanyan frowned slightly, then quickly returned to normal, staring straight ahead toward the direction of the carriage.

It was prime time for gossiping while eating. The Bai family was in complete chaos, and neighbors from all around rushed out to watch the excitement, making the thin porridge in their bowls taste three times more fragrant.

Two hours later, the infusion was finally completed. Feeling the child's forehead, it had cooled down significantly. Hongdu and his wife carried the child out of the community clinic, only to find an empty taxi waiting in the courtyard! It was the exact same driver, and he was still waiting there! At that moment, he was smiling and waving at the couple.

To express gratitude to the Shennong Sect for protecting the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect, Feng Qianli personally approached Jiang Yunsheng of the Shennong Sect and said, "Many thanks, Fellow Daoist Jiang, for your kindness toward the disciples of my Heavenly Dao Sect. Should Fellow Daoist Jiang ever require anything in the future, I, Feng, will surely render my full assistance."

"I rushed right over as soon as I heard the celestial hound mention it. Is the Third Mother really still alive?" Sun Wukong asked.

The sounding of this warning bell meant extreme danger in the training grounds, and all students had to evacuate immediately.

I opened the window in the room. The winter night was unnaturally quiet; there were no stars in the sky, which hung heavy and oppressive.

And I, traumatized by the Crown Prince, did not dare to miss a single class. Skipping classes was out of the question, so I could only secretly catch a little sleep during the lectures.

And today, he still lived entirely within his own memories. A little while later, when the nation fell and the family was destroyed, his time to die would arrive as well.

Shock and despair swept through like a violent storm at that moment, obliterating everyone's inner defenses with overwhelming force.

The Palace Attendant Secretary could not catch up with Guyong, and with Wang Shang secretly intervening, the matter concerning Guyong was ultimately left unresolved.

Gently caressing the blossoms, she involuntarily blurted out, "The plum blossom must yield to the snow three parts in whiteness, yet the snow surrenders to the plum a hint of fragrance."