Volume 1, Chapter 36: If It Comes From You, I Dislike It

A cold light flashed in Lin Yu’s eyes, and the male ghost immediately sensed that Lin Yu was not to be trifled with, vanishing into a puff of black mist the next moment.

As the footsteps behind her faded into the distance, Murong Qingwan finally unclenched her tightly gripped fists. She had bitten through her lower lip, and the taste of blood filled her mouth. The pillow beneath her face was soaked—partly with sweat, but mostly with tears.

"There is no merchant who is not a crook." Although Bu Zhanhu had superficially said to fill it out however she liked, who could tell if that was a sincere invitation or mere polite rhetoric?

"I have enough. Not to mention buying one house, I have more than enough to buy a dozen," Lin Yu said with a faint smile. He might not have had money, but he possessed things far more valuable.

After rising, he did not wake the two of them. He went behind the house to take a look, seeing the embers that had just been extinguished. Feeling the large vat which still radiated heat, he carefully scooped up water from both vats to smell it before plunging headfirst into Miss Huang’s water vat.

Zhao Liu’ru knew that Lu Fei’s goal was to promote Confucianism globally. Naturally, employees at the company would have to travel abroad, and without sufficient language proficiency, that would certainly be impossible.

Lu Fei, Shangguan Shi, and Sun Shilin were becoming increasingly agitated as they spoke. If things continued this way, the situation might spiral out of control, which would be far from ideal. Thus, he stepped in to mediate.

Zhou Shan and Zhou Lin were bored, lying on the hard bed frame and silently reciting the Heart Sutra. They were not surprised when Song Ruyu suddenly appeared. Song Ruyu, however, was horrified by the crisscrossing scars on their backs, nearly choking on her own saliva.

Ma Guang shook his head. He had truly looked down on Yang Guang back in the day, and having watched the events of the past few years, his temper had remained volatile. Having retired, however, he found it difficult to speak his mind on many matters. Yet, when Lu Fei emerged and clashed with Yang Guang, he had sided with Lu Fei without a second thought.

Fortunately, she did not care much for milk; she had only been drinking it previously to encourage Ningning to do the same. Now that Ningning was abroad, she was more than happy to never drink it again, so there were still quite a few cartons of the milk Ningning had ordered sitting in the refrigerator.

"Sorry, I’m a day or two late; I ran into a formidable opponent after I left," Xie Lang said nonchalantly. The opponent he spoke of was, naturally, Yan Xia.

Although the Zhuge family could be considered a "prominent clan," their circumstances were not as favorable as Xie Lang had imagined.

"Yan Zhan, you are truly something else." Forced by the situation, Dong Mingchen had no choice but to cooperate with the Imperial Guards, though his eyes burned with monstrous rage as he looked at Yan Zhan.

"Clink!" A silver ingot landed precisely in the ceramic bowl in front of the beggar. The beggar looked down at the gleaming silver in his bowl, momentarily stunned.

Yan Jue’er reached out to stroke Qingqing’s face while waiting at a red light. Qingqing’s mood had been strange over the past few days, yet she seemed much the same as usual. What exactly was she wrestling with?

Once Raymond became the Beast Emperor of the Orc tribes, he naturally ceased mobilizing his armies to attack human cities. Moreover, he established the closest neighborly relations with Ye Feng’s Purple Flame City. All territories under Ye Feng’s jurisdiction were opened to the Orcs; he not only taught them how to trade but also provided them with plenty of grain and cotton-padded coats for the winter.

"Gurgle..." The man with the goat-beard let go of Shasha’s hand, clutched his throat, and collapsed to the ground. He stared in terror at the dagger in the man’s hand; as an eighth-rank ability user, he hadn’t even been able to see how his opponent had slit his throat.

"What to do? We must repay them properly, of course. Otherwise, how could we justify Qingqing having to make another trip to the hospital?" Yan Jue’er said through gritted teeth. This "proper repayment" would certainly be an experience to remember.

"Seeking death!" Qatar’s expression darkened, and with a lightning-fast punch, he sent Ye Feng flying over ten meters away, straight through several walls.

Over at the Prince Regent’s mansion, Empress Dowager Ji and two royal elders who had been traveling abroad stormed in aggressively, the two elders looking particularly grim.

If Zhao Ling had Zhao Shu as his eldest legitimate son, did he not also have an eldest legitimate son left behind by his late first wife?

Tong Biao’s wealth did not match Chu Feng’s, but he was still a wealthy second-generation heir with millions in assets. In their class, Tong Biao ranked fourth in cultivation, his realm second only to Yang Yutong, Chu Feng, and Li Shiqi.

Elder Jiang introduced the examination items to Huo Chenyan, which focused primarily on biological genetics.

Furthermore, the power he cultivated was that of illusions; if he were trapped in one, he would be able to sense it immediately. Unfortunately, this was not an illusion.

Wu Xuan shrugged slightly. If he possessed the strength to crush a practitioner in the Dharma Manifestation Realm, why would he need to negotiate with Lu Yun like this?

The middle-aged man carried himself with steady composure, his entire being exuding a fierce aura. However, it was hidden very deeply, like a wolf; on the surface, one could tell little, but Feng Xi, who had crossed swords with him, could feel it.

Most would have tried to push the door open and enter to take advantage of the situation, but Liu Mulei always knocked first, which had startled Zhang Chunrou several times.

Yi Jianjia frowned slightly, feeling somewhat puzzled, but the matter was ultimately trivial. Regardless of how many starlights there were, the end result was advancement.

That last phone call had severely agitated the man; he was now in a state of madness and frenzy.