Chapter 24

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Desperate to scrape together enough money for Li Zimu’s medicine, Qiao Gu had no choice but to sell the baskets she had woven herself.

After the farce that night, Du Gongcai dared not let Zhao Hao continue staying at the manor. The next day, he ordered a magnificent courtyard to be prepared as Zhao Hao’s temporary residence.

Unexpectedly, a simple conversation had secured an investment. However, this sparked an idea in Sun Zhuo: Warren Buffett was incredibly wealthy and talented at making money, yet he had never bought an NBA team. Sun Zhuo hoped that Buffett might acquire one and become a truly unconventional owner.

Now, while the old patriarch was still alive, she had to quickly bear a son for Fu Yanzheng to add a grandson to the Fu family. Perhaps, out of consideration for his grandson, the old man might grant her a larger share of the inheritance.

Although the Great Song Dynasty did not generally favor kneeling—except for major occasions like ancestral rites, seeking justice, or executions, where officials and those with academic rank were exempt—the arrival of an imperial decree was an exception. Thus, when the decree arrived, the entire street knelt, chanting "Long live the Emperor."

Li Zimu carelessly handed over the candied hawthorn, but Feng Wan’er failed to catch it, and it fell to the ground.

However, Takahashi Ni’s predicament remained unresolved, as the lethal sword light pointed like a javelin directly at her throat.

Only then did everyone realize how terrifying the Pistons were, and that they were the most likely challengers to the Lakers.

A few riders galloped in, kicking up a trail of dust against the setting sun. Each rider was dressed in tight-fitting gear, exuding a menacing aura.

This flogging was intended both as a settlement for Zhao Hao and as a warning to the rest—killing the chicken to scare the monkeys—to deter the Imperial Guards of the Palace Command.

The grey-clad old man, addressed as Brother Bodhi, stared at Lin Yi in shock. He seemed not to have heard the white-browed monk’s question, his gaze softening as he looked at Lin Yi.

The man turned left and right, clearly well-versed in the terrain, and soon stopped beside a dilapidated wooden grocery store.

“That makes sense. A young master from a high-ranking local official’s family is indeed precious,” Chen Xuanze nodded in agreement.

“Sister Mei, don’t worry about me. I’ll find a chance to escape!” Dazhuang said, struggling as he hauled himself up from the ground.

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After all, what had happened to him was too bizarre; the existence of "L" could not be revealed to anyone under any circumstances.

“Were you an ordinary person before, and then a lump of flesh suddenly appeared on your body?” Jin Shengzhe’s expression turned exceptionally serious.

Meanwhile, the dinosaurs bowed their heads before the monster dinosaur; none dared to hold their heads high, all appearing to submit in defeat. Only the monster dinosaur strode forward, majestic and imposing.

Han Bo reacted instantly, tucking his arms to his sides and hunching his back, presenting his spines toward Han Xin.

“Believe in our city, believe in our compatriots; they will surely succeed!” Parida said firmly.

Because he heard his father was at the Sword Mound, he thought of it, and he wanted to return to see it.

This way, he did not have to worry for the time being that the people from the Temple of the War God would try to kill him before he left the Real Dream.

From the tents behind came the wails of the wounded. Xue Jiaojiao bit into her dry rations and swallowed them down with a gulp of water.

After careful consideration, Mo Yidao let Qi Chuchu and her companions go. Yet, not long after they left the inn, they encountered disciples of the Blazing Sun Sect.

As for the families of this batch of test subjects, none of them would be allocated housing after arriving at the new planet.

At this moment, Wu Zhi finally realized the gravity of the situation. They were merely ordinary people; if the enemy wanted to kill them, it would be as easy as flipping a hand.

Setting aside her eerie appearance, one could tell from these few words that she cared deeply for her "husband."

Moreover, promotion from corporal to sergeant required only 2000 merit points, which would directly increase one's authority, granting access to more divine relics and classified data.

Seeing the news report about a couple committing suicide in a hotel in the Land of Smiles, with a ten-centimeter wound on their waists, he spat out a mouthful of noodles.

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Shops nestled at the foot of Wuling Mountain could earn a fortune during the three months of the Immortal Sect Tournament.

Therefore, by nightfall, or perhaps even sooner, these soldiers would withdraw, and he would find an opportunity to leave then.

“Damn it!” Amon Koutarou was furious, but there was nothing he could do. Human physical limits could not keep pace with a ghoul determined to escape.

Poor Lu Kun never dreamed that his momentary act of kindness would bring such a fatal disaster upon him. Outnumbered, Lu Kun died in the mountains while covering the escape of the newly delivered Lu Yin and the newborn Lu Qin. After reverting to his true form, he was identified as a Six-Sun Deer and was butchered and eaten by the cultivators present—a truly tragic end.

Either they were stunned by the sheer presence of the crowd, collapsing in defeat and daring not utter another word.

They ran over holding wild vegetables, thrusting them in front of Song Dajiang, chattering away to provide cover for Song Jingyun and Lu Shi.

“Brother Monkey, why not let Old Pig go in and see what kind of distinguished guests are visiting the temple!” Zhu Bajie said, looking indignant.

“But I want to be stronger,” Sasuke said. He knew his brother, Itachi, was definitely more than just a Jonin. He had to—he told himself—he had to reach Kage level to be certain of defeating that guy.

At this moment, Guibao’s lips were pressed tight, his eyes slightly closed, enduring in silence as if he had long grown accustomed to this. His face had gradually thinned, and his elegant features now held a hint of resilience, his appearance restored to the handsome, bright-eyed youth he once was.

If Long Fei wanted to create more powerful ninjutsu, he had to accumulate time, broaden his knowledge, deepen his understanding of ninjutsu, and gain combat experience. Since he could not invent his own for now, he had no choice but to use one of the advantages of a transmigrator: plagiarism.

“Giving up now is too early... and you’re running too slowly...” Liu Qianqian bit her lip, her face slightly flushed, as she suddenly hoisted Su Li onto her back and sprinted away at breakneck speed.