48 The Childhood Friend’s Wish Challenge (9)

Because his father was flirtatious and careless, easily hurting others, Zhao Yiyan had always felt uneasy deep down. Although she eventually agreed to marry Liu Yin, it was out of helplessness.

“I never intended to bring you along. Given your abilities, you would only be a burden. It’s better for you to stay here quietly,” Murong Nian said with a sneer, her sharp tongue leaving no room for politeness.

Moreover, the bandits of Tieshan County were known as the most reckless and savage on the continent, bold enough to even rob military pay! With such a reputation, their audacity knew no bounds.

Bai Su and Hong Yan stood before Lu Yue, but a barrier separated them, unbreakable. In anger, Lu Yue clenched her fists and struck it hard.

“This rare spirit beast truly is incredible—the Ultimate Life Redemption System! And the illusion array!” Xuan Potian exclaimed in awe.

“Hehe, hehe,” Lu Yue scratched her head sheepishly, then found a flat spot to lie down and resumed her previous actions.

Before Luo Yun, it seemed no longer like a mere flood dragon but an ancient fierce beast whose breath could annihilate him in an instant.

Her chest was unbelievably soft, and as their breaths mingled, even their breathing carried a sweet fragrance.

After the two left, the Second Master’s expression grew dark. After some thought, he called someone outside and gave instructions before personally setting out.

Two eyes as large as bowls fixed intently on Ye Feng, the thick, crimson lips curling into a faint smile.

Anhe Town was not large and lagged far behind the county seat. On days without markets, especially early in the morning, the streets were quiet.

Hua Qianshu believed that even just now, Ning Wuque might not have unleashed his full strength or revealed all his cards.

“Hmph! Never heard of acupuncture curing nearsightedness!” The old doctors shook their heads with bitter smiles.

Su Nuo waved his hand, insisting he knew his limits, then continued stuffing food into his mouth.

He no longer rushed to compete for photos with those ahead but focused intently on eavesdropping on their conversation.

At the confluence of the Xishan and He rivers stood a temple called Xishan Temple. Every spring, it hosted a temple fair for blessings and sacrifices. Wang Song’s father, Wang Dong, personally presided every year.

Listening to Chen Yu’s words, Bai Ge’s heart softened, and her tone lost its earlier harshness.

Perhaps Xun Feng went to the Prison Hall looking for himself but only found Chi Zhong, forcing him to reveal the truth.

So that was it. Ruoxian nodded repeatedly, understanding why the old woman immediately saw through the origin of the Blood Jade and knew so much about the Nalan family. It all made sense.

Most of the horse thieves charged toward Long Xuanyu and Zhang Xinyu, but Long Xuanyu elegantly spun and kicked one away.

For some reason, whenever he saw Mu Futian’s indifferent, arrogant expression, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger.

Old Xu San stroked his chin while speaking, then picked up the contract on the table. Jin Meigui had taken one copy when she left; only one remained. Xu San put the contract into his bag, then left with his companions.

Within about twenty minutes, he had to devise a way to silently eliminate Liu Jinchen while ensuring his own escape from the boss.

Lin Qianxia stifled her shame. It was just a kiss; a single kiss could earn ten thousand. Why not? Besides, she was kissing her husband.

Longlin’s eyes flashed; in a lightning-fast motion, he blocked Gu Linger’s front.

Focused solely on improving his strength and rising above others, he could not comprehend Li Mingdao’s fierce competitive spirit and stubborn sword intent.

Shu Qing’ai shrugged nonchalantly, speaking easily to the worried Xia Ye.

The anxious maid saw the house doctor sitting nearby, puzzled, then stepped forward to greet him.

Yet Lanslode’s implication was clear: Aldo never respected Naxi Nan, nor planned to send anyone to greet him. Naxi Nan’s face darkened instantly.

Only cultivators at the Scatter Immortal realm could come and go freely. Even they would hesitate to travel the same route twice.

Following Longteng’s orders, the Great Fish God and others spared Peng Qian. After some teasing, they had Peng Qian bring back the corpses of Di Qing and Meng Hu to the Di Sect.

Lu Feng charged out, pinning the still unresponsive Xia Xue to the ground as bullets whistled past his back.

But outside, you lived a glorious life, utterly neglecting your own aging parents back home.

“It’s alright; he means well,” Daili said with full confidence in Jiluya’s strength after watching his duel with the Gatekeeper in the arena.

Indeed, even if he destroyed the Six Doors, troubles would follow, possibly igniting war with the Iron Blood Banner Sect.

In this world, many things could not be bought with money, and many were hard to obtain despite wealth. Pork liver, a C-level ingredient of great difficulty to acquire, was one such example.

“Why did you bring the pawnshop’s customer here? Don’t you know what this place is?” The Qian family’s senior elder shouted angrily.

The fall of Wancheng was only a matter of time; everyone knew this. For the government army, the critical question was where the bandits would flee next.

Devoted fans were skeptical, let alone gossip columns; most thought it was an April Fool’s joke.

Bai Dede hesitated, selecting five types of materials, but her expression betrayed her uncertainty.

“Don’t believe me? Why don’t you try?” Mu Ge put her hands in her pockets, chin raised with a look of contempt.

Chen Fei suddenly recalled that among all his skills, the sharpest was the Six Vein Divine Needle. However, he had only recently mastered the seventh form, which focused on all-around attacks without precision strikes.

She could understand but not accept Yao Qi’s approach; she shouldn’t give up just because she didn’t want to do it.

Thus, this letter was merely a notification, nothing more.

She bit her lip instinctively, about to withdraw her hand when Han Fei loosened one of his hands grasping the handle and placed it over Song Xiangsi’s hand holding his.