Chapter 65: The Heir of the Shi Family

"Definitely! Whenever I have a bowl of rice to eat, you'll have a bowl to wash!" Xu Yan burst into laughter first.

Jian Yue's wrist was tightly grabbed. She had already been exercising restraint, yet the jerk was still relentless. She was extremely displeased right now, and not telling him he was crazy was already showing him immense courtesy.

His miserable cries could be clearly heard even by Master Lushan and Luo Yangxing next door.

Assaulted by the cadets of the training squad, the crowd fell into instant chaos, scattering like startled birds without even looking back.

Perhaps losing patience with being tugged and pulled, Fierce Wind suddenly reared its front hooves and jumped, directly throwing Meng Yuanyuan off its back.

It seemed Cui Mingsheng had hit the nail on the head. Ma Xiao fell silent as the food delivery arrived. Cui Mingsheng went to fetch the takeout, giving her a bit more time to calm down.

Shen Xunxun stood holding the massive bouquet of flowers in a daze. Without needing much thought, it definitely wasn't meant for him. With a rather complicated expression, he glanced at Shen Gu.

Tangyuan hadn't expected her host to save someone who had previously harmed her; it didn't quite fit her eye-for-an-eye personality.

"Hehe, I have weapons, and I have intelligence. As long as Young Master Yi lends me the cultivation manual in your hands to read, I'll give you a ten-percent discount. How about that?" the chubby Feng Xiang said cheerfully.

He figured it must be because he hadn't vented his stress in a long time that he had acted that way toward Ah Chun. With that thought, he immediately called a few friends to go out for a drink tonight.

However, Wang Rui did not panic. First, he neatened his braid and donned his official attire, then summoned all subordinate officials such as the county vice-magistrate and the chief of police. Only then, led by him, did they methodically step out of the yamen to welcome them.

Yet now, a layer of pale vapor had quietly emerged to obscure the outside of this cluster of architectural ruins. Trying to see clearly inside was now completely out of the question. This mist was exceedingly dense; amidst such torrential rain, it looked as though all the vapor required for a dry rain had gathered directly atop this pile of ruins.

It wouldn't freeze anymore, and she could now plant some greens with strong vitality, such as spinach.

"As expected of Madam, you think of everything." Baishu clapped her hands, her gaze filled with undisguised admiration.

He could not request an imperial decree on account of his family affairs, but he could use this as an excuse to delay Mojun Xuan for a few more days. Even if Mojun Xuan sensed something amiss, they could simply play dumb and continue stalling.

Interspersed within this narrative, alongside various featured performance artist resources and the like, the lives and statements of the writers were also presented one by one.

These words of Zhang Liangji were spoken quite casually, yet Chong Lun firmly etched them into his heart.

Since the choice had already been made, there was no point dwelling on other matters. Right now, nothing was more important than giving a response.

One must know that the family head had only one son, Ling Zhong. If something were truly to happen to him, the entire clan would likely be turned upside down.

"There is something strange about this incense. When I smell it, I sense a faint bloody scent." Zhu Yanyuan said, looking at Yan Aohan.

Huang Qianlan looked at Granny Shan with vigilance, only to suddenly feel a wave of dizziness as the Heavenly Emperor Huang struck her unconscious.

"The other party's purpose in coming here is definitely directed at me. If I enter the secret room with you, they won't find me and won't easily leave. That way, all three of us will be in danger. You've seen Gu Fan's current condition; I cannot let anything else happen to him," Sister Xiao Tong explained in response.

"Only right, only right." The Black Emperor smiled on the surface, while cursing their eighteen generations of ancestors inwardly. These people had once been quite illustrious back in Xiulin.

This was the first time Yang Fenkai had ever said "good night and sweet dreams" to her, and Mo Qinghua suddenly felt as though she had been struck by lightning, tingling with electricity from head to toe.

Something strange happened. This time, there was no lightning, and Qin Mu did not return to the Great Song, but remained right where he was.

Xie Xin chuckled softly, pulling her tightly into his embrace as he drifted off to sleep. Listening to the steady, calm heartbeat beside her ear, Yan Ling curved her lips in satisfaction and slowly closed her eyes.

As the space within her dantian grew larger and larger, more vital essence surged inward, merging with the previous tornado-shaped vortex to continue expanding and refining it. Thus, through continuous expansion and constant refinement, fresh streams of vital essence poured in endlessly.

Just what kind of army was the Vanguard Regiment? How did they differ from celestial troops and generals? Was there anything in this world they could not accomplish?

Many felt that Ye Haotian was merely toying with Xuan Yuanhong. After all, this was the arena of a ranking tournament, not a casual chat between friends.

"How have you fared all these years?" Lin Shen remained motionless, looking toward him expressionless.

Although this time had been a narrow escape, it allowed the assassin organization to completely submit to my command. This was truly wonderful.

Sighing inwardly, as Zhang Boyuan bolted like that, the anger in my heart dissipated by more than half in an instant.

Meanwhile, spearheaded by the Labor Service Department and pulling personnel from industrial and mining conglomerates, commercial management groups, universities, and technical schools, a Joint Employment Guidance Committee was established, reporting upward to the National People's Congress.

While hurling curses, Cao Zining rushed forward to strike Zhenniang. Zhenniang sat completely unmoving as several sturdy matrons stepped forward to block Zining.

Several elders and protectors of the Wanren Tower offered their apologies one after another. Having previously made snide remarks and spoken no small amount of ill of Qin Mo, they were now breaking out in cold sweat. If the Ghost Sword continued to grow, he would undoubtedly become a pillar of [Wanren Tower], and offending such a future hero would be a grave mistake indeed.

In the days that followed, Qi Hong gradually came to understand the truth. Xia Jinzhong was one of Ji Yanxin's men. When Xia Jinzhong had led men to assassinate Ji Yanxin and destroy Juan'er's tomb recently, he had been guarding right by Ji Yanxin's side.

Within the time domain, a host of monsters aged at visible speeds, their vital functions declining and their combat prowess plummeting, while everyone else unleashed their utmost combat strength to slaughter the fiends.

Even judged from the perspective of military generals, Qi Jing possessed the merit of assisting His Majesty in capturing a city, placing him on par with those seasoned generals.

After all, Princess Shouyang was the stepmother of those two girls and held the status of a princess. Since an arm could not twist a thigh, she still managed to outmaneuver those two girls.

"Hey!" Zhang Qian had barely uttered a syllable before she rushed right up to him, her sharp hands lunging forward in a vicious grab. Zhang Qian ducked backward at the critical moment of a hair's breadth, yet his chest clothing was still torn open.

This was a war of survival—a war of survival devoid of any morality. If the stainless steel dragon did not kill, it would starve to death; if the wild boar did not resist, it would be slain. Yet since everyone wished to survive, fighting a massive battle to prove one's qualification to live was the best method and choice.