Volume 1, Chapter 67: Eyeing the Vegetable Leaves of Peace Farm

I snatched up the bottle of foreign liquor that he had just discarded on the ground and smashed it fiercely against the man's head. Instantly, fresh blood began to trickle down from his scalp.

"Naturally, though my identity makes it inconvenient for me to intervene directly, I can only offer you a slight hint," Gong Wuyan said with a smile.

"Aside from you, no one else would call me from a landline and stay silent for ages," Ren Yuanzhen teased.

In Xu Nuo's family, there was an annual tradition of handing out red envelopes. This custom stirred up her emotions involuntarily, causing her to reminisce about all kinds of things from the past.

Of course, before heading back, Xu Wei specifically sent a message to Hong Qingqing to ask when she would be returning.

Mu Qingge nodded. Having stayed in Beili for quite some time now, it was about time she visited the Northern Frontier.

The man inside the room tilted his head back, pressing both hands tightly over his entire face. He hid away in a dark corner, waiting and silently witnessing everything unfolding before him.

"Huazi, look, aren't things fine right now? You are Sister Liu's right-hand person. I believe that as this company gradually grows and develops in the future, you will achieve a completely different level of success!" Ximen uttered somewhat disjointed words, though at that moment, it seemed those were the only things he could say.

"Go back, I will be fine." Ren Yuanzhen wanted Qin Lang to take his will back so it could be notarized by a lawyer.

Xu Zhengda and the others immediately nodded. Xu Nuo dropped heavily to her knees, kowtowing to the two elders. Xu Zhengda hurriedly protested that she shouldn't do such a thing.

"Hey, if you don't mind, you can make do at my place for tonight and look for a new residence tomorrow during the day." The artisan stopped smiling, turned around to pick up his toolbox from the ground, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and walked off in the direction of his home.

Xiang Qianghua's eyes lit up. If things were truly as Qin Feng described, this reason was more than sufficient. As for Qin Feng's subsequent remark, Xiang Qianghua had even less reason to object; since the other party had already pointed the spearhead at him, retaliation was a certainty.

"Hey, where is the fare for both of you? Come swipe your cards!" The bus driver turned his head and shouted loudly at the two of them.

"We don't need the police, you just want the murderer! You've simply had it in for my Rongguang, and there's no one else besides you who has a motive to kill him!" Li Ronghua shrieked angrily.

He had dreamed previously that Xu Xunran was holding Zhou Yiran's arm, leaving him—whose heart condition had suddenly acted up—abandoned right where he was.

At that moment, thunder rolled and lightning raged. Dark, heavy clouds hung low, and the scene inside the ancestral tombs looked as though the apocalypse had descended upon the world.

Suddenly, the entire battlefield fell silent. The air grew deathly still, and this oppressive quiet lingered for quite a while.

Although Aman had never suffered from the nightmares, he knew very well that the culprit behind them was the fog right before his eyes. If he were to step inside, he might just end up contracting the nightmares himself.

"I'll get it." Zhang Ziyu bent down, picked up the phone from the floor, and instinctively pressed the screen to wake it up. Seeing that it didn't seem to be broken, he placed it on the bedside table.

"You... has your body recovered?" In his past life, Tang Haonan had reached out to her countless times, but she had never taken it to heart, even feeling that Tang Haonan was deliberately harassing her.

"Why are you asking such blind questions? The children will handle their own affairs, why are you sticking your nose into it?" Just then, Vice Mayor Zhang walked in, interrupting his wife's words, and handed her a towel.

Furthermore, once Qianyuan revolted, it would cause internal turmoil within the empire. If anything were mishandled and plunged the empire into civil war, wouldn't that simply hand the Dragon Kingdom a golden opportunity?

At this moment, she was undoubtedly overjoyed. Being gifted a car worth millions wouldn't have brought her this much delight; what made her happy was that her younger sister remembered her birthday and even knew to buy her a gift. It was this thoughtful gesture that truly touched her.

"It seems she's just another girl infatuated with Prince Xiao." The men all shook their heads, dismissing the young woman's words.

After all, they assumed that Li Dalong's physical body would instantly decay and that it was impossible for anyone to emerge alive from the Ancestor's Crypt.

The demon generals, too, wore expressions of extreme grimness. The looks they cast toward the top of the city walls were filled with a mixture of curiosity and deep dread.

Yue Chu pondered for a moment. This money definitely had to be given to Ye Liuer. Although it had only been two days, Ye Liuer had helped her out with all her heart, so she had to be compensated. Since Ye Liuer refused to accept it now, she would simply wait until the end of the month, add a little extra, and give it to her together as her wages.

Achieving mastery through martial arts required years of effort and innate talent, whereas possessing a formidable weapon served as a shortcut that could amplify one's combat capabilities tenfold.

After hesitating for a moment—actually, I was calculating the time difference between when the two sentries ahead would turn their heads, which was about ten seconds—this meant I had ten seconds to drop into the depression while simultaneously searching for cover.

As Wen Shang dragged the cart onto the main road, she spotted someone standing by their usual stall location. Catching sight of them from afar, the person immediately began waving.

"You mean to say that Lingling was already gone by then?" Even at a time like this, Ye Caiping was unwilling to utter the word "death."

"From now on, let us depend on each other for survival," Weiyang murmured softly, rubbing her cheek against the glossy fur of the white sable.

Long Jianying had been smiling cheerfully the entire time. Qian Xing felt that this guy was doing a remarkably good job; if you want others to believe you, you must first believe yourself. From this moment on, he was a member of the Fatian Alliance.

Immediately, a fierce gust of wind blew out from the giant's mouth, and Zheng Haoxuan was nearly blown off his feet. His body drifted in mid-air while his hands desperately gripped the door handle, looking quite strained.

Ethan coldly cut her off. "Put her on." Then came the sharp click of the call being hung up.

In the end, with a dull thud, Zheng Haoxuan's tall figure collapsed onto the dirt-covered ground.

Inside Consort Hui's tent, Consort Hui felt almost moved to tears of joy when she saw Li Yunhao come to visit her. Even after the harsh words he had spoken to her the other day, her heart had remained filled with a lingering sense of loss.

Xueqi's father's expression, however, turned grim. The moment Fan Yian saw his face, she knew there had to be more to the story—Xueqi's father definitely knew something! Just as he was about to press further with his questions, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Because of this gesture of his, Pei Yiling finally stopped walking. Gazing outward and recalling everything that had transpired over this period, she ultimately chose to believe his words.

Originally, the Empress had intended to have her stay, seeing as she no longer regarded her as an outsider. However, noticing that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince showed no inclination to keep her, she had no choice but to nod in agreement.