Volume 1, Chapter 38: If You Want to Cling to a Man, Go Do It Yourself

Chen Erdong did not wish to continue. The timing was poor, and he felt a pang of regret for having spoken such cruel words while Lin Daqi was at his lowest.

Chen Erdong felt dazed; the sum was so vast that even before the money was in his hands, he felt mentally unable to grasp it. He knew that five years ago, before the Bishuiwan Hotel was developed, he had never even set foot in this place, let alone made any eternal vows.

At the critical moment, the assimilation body shifted. Its heart was not pierced by the Lightning Blade, but its right chest was run through.

Shi Gan, gradually realizing that the path of martial cultivation differed from that of demons and Buddhas, stopped his verbal abuse. However, ever since he had scolded Wu Jin on the first day, he had kept his distance, always finishing his practice of the Green Dragon before standing still.

After all, everything required coordination, and these tasks could not be delegated; they required Jiang Ye, the captain, to issue the orders.

Upon hearing this, Xiu Yan fell silent instantly. Having been held by Ye Xinglu, she now hid directly behind him.

The weakened Martial True Dragon seemed to sense something and began to stir within Wu Jin's body. Seeing the Dantian sea, the lethargic dragon dove straight in.

Because of this, their relatives had died one after another; if things continued this way, the entire village would likely be wiped out.

By the next day, Chen Erdong still hadn't gathered the twenty thousand. He finished his shopping in a hurry, making phone calls while driving, desperate to secure the funds before the third brother could pressure him.

However, if Jin Sui were to see the scene of Qi Yu in the kitchen, his jaw would surely drop in shock.

If Ning Meng had previously dismissed the lack of updates on the system interface as lag, now that Liu Shu’s funeral was over and the task status still remained unfinished, she had to consider whether she had failed the mission entirely—was it possible that someone else had killed Wu Qiuxian?

Jiang Yushu, having no experience, clutched her belly with both hands, filled with secret panic and fear, terrified that she might lose the child.

She looked up and cast a meaningful glance at Qin Ronghua, feeling a sense of irony. Qin Ronghua’s reach was indeed long; she had even managed to bribe someone in the Yufu Palace.

Chen Xiwang had reached the other side of this wild, untamed forest. Having crossed several mountain peaks, she stopped beneath a massive spirit fruit tree. After gazing up at the tree for a moment, she began to dig into the ground with great force.

"Very well, you are all good men. I will put in a good word for you with your manager," Ye Tianyu said. Satisfied, he headed toward Lan Dongshi’s room; he had to secure this blood, as it would be of great benefit to his cultivation of the Dragon Scale Arm.

"Where is it moving? Why can't I feel it?" He placed his hand on her belly for a while, but he could feel no movement at all.

Guo Hongxuan swallowed his pride and put on a fawning smile, doing everything to please his mother—pouring tea, fanning her, and inquiring after her health—until she finally softened her expression.

When Nan Borong passed the noodle stall, he seemed to sense Hua Ruxue’s gaze. Despite his habit of looking straight ahead, he turned his head to follow that gaze and happened to lock eyes with her.

Regardless, Yuan Wuji strictly followed Chen Xiwang’s orders, and it wasn't until after the hour of the Tiger that he was recalled into the sarira space.

Hating my own naivety, I followed helplessly in Vortigern’s footsteps.

The "one human, three demons" combination watched the scene with a smile before continuing their slaughter; their next target was Duoluomo.

The crowd was initially startled. While many sects in the Great Wilderness world possessed flying beasts, very few could use a fourth-rank Phoenix as a mount. Who exactly were these people?

Before the typhoon Scorpion arrived, Tang Guo had led the villagers in successfully planting rose, roselle, honeysuckle, and other herbal teas. They had only planted four types of floral and fruit teas: passion fruit, fig, monk fruit, and lemon.

After all, China was a victorious nation; even if other races were unwilling, they had to admit that the Chinese held a certain invisible advantage within the Earth Federal Government.

In reality, the UAE Royal Palace and the hotel were only a fifteen-minute walk apart, but this was not a casual visit between friends; it was a matter of diplomatic protocol, so a vehicle was mandatory.

The terrifying shockwave rippled in all directions. Rain was scattered everywhere, and seven or eight large trees nearby were snapped in two, their timber, mud, and grass raining down upon the surroundings like a deluge.

Speaking of the factory, it had been nearly a month since he had asked Lin Ge about its progress. He wondered if there had been any problems or if funds were sufficient... He truly was a neglectful farm owner.

The reporters below could hear in Zheng Xudong’s tone that the young man was genuinely angry. They could also empathize with the bureaucratic "inaction" of the relevant departments toward ordinary citizens. It seemed the evidence the star was about to present had been forced out by these very departments.

Linking this to the drama Pan Jianyan was currently filming, Da Ge automatically filled in the gaps regarding Min Xue’s identity.

Feng Xi had intended to wait for Qing He to fall asleep so she could take A-Li to catch demons, but before Qing He fell asleep, Feng Xi’s own long, rhythmic breathing drifted over, as if she had already drifted into a peaceful dream.

"Swift Combo!" The spear thrust forward rapidly, creating two dark shadows that struck the assassin hard.

The group had wanted to ask Mebis where this place was, but before they could speak, they found themselves standing in a space of pure white.

On the summit of Shangfeng Mountain, wolves, jackals, tigers, and leopards were rarely seen. The peak was covered in dense forests, where thin rays of sunlight could be seen filtering through the branches, stirred by the mountain breeze.

The burly man in the black T-shirt took a few slow steps forward, then stopped, staring intently at Long Sheng, searching for the perfect opportunity to strike again.

In the discussion of this matter, the vast majority of mercenary leaders, representatives, and heads of other organizations expressed their agreement, believing it to be necessary.

Beneath the azure sky, the golden earthen houses stood, with lush green coconut trees lining the streets at regular intervals. Most beautiful of all was the vast ocean in front of the harbor, which, reflecting the golden world, formed a breathtaking scene.