Chapter 137: A Joke

"Does Lou Rang finally appreciate the perks of having an on-site supervisor?"

Wang Heng smiled sweetly, but her words carried a slightly sharp edge.

Lou Rang had been in Yizhou for nearly two months, and the river regulation work had been underway for over a month.

First, he had ignorantly offended Lu Huaijin, and it had taken a grand, public apology from Lou Yu to finally resolve Lou Rang's shortage of corvée laborers.

However, having laborers did not mean that everything would go smoothly and easily.

Every section of the river...

Tian Xingge was, after all, a seven-star ultimate summoner, and there was simply no fighting that. A single seven-star could barely hold out for a moment, let alone two without being instantly obliterated.

Although it really cost her a fair bit of silver, as long as the Third Young Master could come, the silver would be well spent.

After all, following a match featuring trash like Xuan Wuji, having a match end in instant annihilation would naturally ignite the atmosphere of the arena, and the popularity of the masked man would also soar significantly.

Yet this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; his mind was already quite exhausted, and he had to seize this chance.

As the saying goes, one does not hit a smiling person. Since Lady Hu directly questioned her with such a beaming smile, Shunyi found it difficult to simply ignore her.

Ultimate superpower was the only ability among her superpower traits that could materialize into a physical entity, and furthermore, this ability was not constrained by physical strength.

"Qianjian, listen, the festive music is playing! Shuyi must be bowing to heaven and earth with the Sixth Prince of the Jin State!" She gazed far into the distance at the brightly lit Taiji Palace.

At the same time, Xuan Wuji took all the elite members to the secret realm fifty kilometers north of Earth City. Entering it now was far too easy for them.

Although he had never seen the God of Light, he had witnessed true divine bestowal arts performed by both Pastor Grey and the other priest.

Without hesitation, he launched a series of rapid, lightning-fast consecutive attacks, every single one executed with maximum force. Then, sliding across the ground, he arrived right beside the boss, swept his spear horizontally, and unleashed Dragon Flame Slash, fiercely piercing through the creature's neck.

If not for the designer labels covering her from head to foot, her listless, half-dead appearance would have made her look like a refugee fleeing disaster.

A series of recent events had left Ye Fan's mind somewhat unsettled. After struggling for a moment, he found that he still could not get into the right headspace, and right at that moment, a voice tinged with a trace of anger suddenly came from inside the room.

"Don't tell me you didn't notice—he's a man from Xiangxi." Rong Xi slanted her gaze at Leng Yixiu. What did this man mean? Was he ignoring her intelligence? Did he think he was the only one who could see it?

However, just as Ye Fan drew the short black sword, he found that three figures had already blocked his path. Two of them were Ye Zhan and Ye Luotian, while the third was Ye Qingling.

Whether it was the former or the latter, they could not simply stand by and watch. Therefore, even though Brother Liang might draw his last breath in the very next moment, he still set the person down and rushed forward in pursuit. An increasingly intense sense of foreboding grew deep within his heart; it was unimaginable what might be waiting for them in the darkness ahead.

There is no smoke without fire. The moment this secretive news began to spread, the surrounding area was thrown into an uproar. Immediately, many covetous people cast greedy and eager glances toward it. Yet the three members of the Lin family remained completely unaware, still immersed in the joy of obtaining the vial and figuring out how to divide it, angering Old Master Lin to the point of falling ill.

I was startled, and the startle was followed by embarrassment. There were still so many people in the room; Jiang Chengyi was truly daring. Yet I figured that everyone present must have been part of his inner circle, his good brothers, so he had no fear of others knowing.

Legend has it that every hundred years, a place of inheritance appears within Hanyun Cave. Situated entirely opposite to Hanyun Cave itself, this place of inheritance is a truly peculiar existence.

The racecourse was much larger than Su Jinghui had originally anticipated. Although called a racecourse, it did not merely raise horses; it also housed numerous cattle, sheep, sika deer, and red deer.

He had originally expected Huang Qingdie's lively and active personality to prompt a flurry of questions, but in reality, she said nothing at all.

Tingyu Pavilion was built right beside the Imperial Lake. At this time, the ice on the lake had completely melted, and the willow branches along the bank had already sprouted new shoots—a boundless, beautiful scenery, though evening was fast approaching.

Nowadays, aside from the grown men of the family, everyone else addressed things following Jiang Xinrou's lead. Whatever she called them, Sister Fu called them too. Over the years, they had grown accustomed to it. Yet asking her to address Xiao Dingsheng directly by his given name was something she simply could not bring herself to do, at least for a while.

This place housed the discarded imperial concubines of the late emperor. Having entered the cold palace early on, they had been forgotten by the world and thus spared from being buried alive with the deceased sovereign.

He drove straight to Shen Liangchuan's apartment, only to be informed by the housekeeper that because Qiao Lian had given birth, their entire family was currently at the hospital.

As the new city that Mingxi Real Estate intended to build, serving as the largest and most prosperous business district in the imperial capital, it was targeted by them from every conceivable angle.

The mother and child collected their wits, busy changing, cleaning, and feeding the baby, temporarily leaving them with no spare mental energy to ponder such idle thoughts.

If he truly could not escape this calamity, then the three Jun brothers would become the strongest backing for her and the children.

"Enough. Spare me the lies in front of this seat," Yue Chu interrupted her coldly.

Amidst the crackling sound of firecrackers, Yingfang, her red bridal veil covering her face, was scooped up horizontally by Xiang Gang—who was dressed in an indigo Zhongshan suit and looked utterly devastatingly handsome—out of her maiden home. She was placed onto the rear seat of a twenty-eight-inch Phoenix bicycle adorned with a large red silk flower on the handlebars, riding toward the home they would share.

"Understood! If there is nothing else, this subordinate will take her leave." Fang Qiaoer had just burned the paper. Although she did not know what was written on it, this matter still had to be reported to Shen Lingfeng.

Chen Zhu was completely stripped of her temper by her overbearing attitude. She signed the handover agreement bearing the official seal and packed up her final belongings.

Even if the Wen family wasn't as wealthy as the Huo family, surely they could afford the salary of a personal assistant, right?

Before the words finished falling, a heavy impact struck her back. Bei Min instantly spat out a mouthful of green blood, stumbled forward, and fell to her knees on the ground. Her eyes filled with shock, she wanted to look back, fearing there might be more ambushes lurking around.

He did not burn his bridges completely. First, he did not want to needlessly create a powerful hostile force out of nothing; second, he still had matters requiring Jun Tianchou's assistance. To burn his bridges at this moment would be, by any measure, an unwise choice.

In fact, Moyan had previously played the role of the Demon King as well; in the world of Dalabengba, Moyan's identity was none other than the disaster-bringing dragon.

And so, Ma Chao, his sister Ma Yunlu, along with four deputy commanders and three thousand troops, traveled day and night, rushing at top speed toward Pingxi Mountain.

Three minutes later, an abnormal wind swept across the skies of Academy City. The clouds were blown away, shrinking back into themselves, and Alex made his escape.

Hearing the heavy jealousy thick in the other's words, Tian Weiye also laughed, understanding well that Haishan Long was merely joking rather than truly complaining. Such matters fell to whoever happened to encounter them; there was no such thing as delivering benevolence a thousand miles away, especially since he himself had been carrying immense pressure at the time.

Huang Moli was still somewhat worried about Wang Miaoyan's situation. Even sitting among a group of customers, she could not help occasionally glancing toward the entrance of the sales center. As she was looking over for perhaps the tenth time, someone suddenly sat down right in front of her.

Therefore, when Jiang Lan, Mike, and Ye Haoyang walked into Filasao, feeling the two hundred and thirty yuan in their pockets, an inexplicable sense of unease settled over them.