Volume One, Chapter 32: Gas Stations for Men, Beauty Salons for Women!

Watching Xu Mo carefully package several pieces of polygonatum into such exquisite boxes, Qian Xingguo’s curiosity was piqued. He couldn’t help but whisper softly, “Boss Xu, you’re pricing these polygonatum at two hundred yuan—do you really think anyone will buy them?”

Qian Xingguo thought there couldn’t be fools willing to spend two hundred yuan on just ten pieces of polygonatum.

Xu Mo smiled and replied, “Only those willing will take the bait.”

While Taowu and Shadow Demon were conversing, Zhang Wuren’s gaze pierced through the darkness and the swirling snow, fixating distantly in their direction.

“Looks like Baron Morgan has many matters to attend to. As for our deal, perhaps it’s best to discuss it in detail once the Baron is free,” Yuan Yati said with a smile as she rose, giving the impression she was about to leave.

Upon hearing this, Jimo’s lips curled into a smile. He embraced Murong Ruo, their chilly cheeks pressing together, their breaths mingling to spread a gentle warmth.

Without a word, Lin Feng roughly tossed her onto the bed. Li Lan even blinked her eyes pitifully and uttered a soft plea.

His visit to the Underworld River Mansion wasn’t targeted at me. Most likely, he intended to strike some sort of agreement with the Lord of the Underworld River. At this critical juncture, Chen Feng would never do anything to incur the Lord’s displeasure.

She had no idea where she was. Judging by the daily temperature and climate, this place seemed to be in the south. In the blink of an eye, she had traveled from Beiliao to here, thousands of miles away, uncertain if Mo Che could find her.

The Old Demon of the Yellow Sea was a tyrant of the ocean, known for devouring ships and men alike—accustomed to dominance. Now, not only had he been struck down onto the podium by a white-capped enforcer maintaining order, but he was also ambushed and nearly suffered a catastrophic injury.

A faint gleam flashed in Jiu Ge’s eyes as he turned to the hall. Three willow leaf throwing knives shot toward the eastern corner candelabrum. The candelabrum shattered on impact, flames flew out and struck a nearby curtain, which instantly ignited, filling the hall with blazing firelight.

This man’s features were strikingly similar to Yong He’s—more precisely, resembling Yong He in his youth. She had seen photos and videos of young Yong He in the Yong family; even though he was as steady as a mountain, the sharpness of youth was impossible to conceal.

“You? What can you do again? Don’t forget, behind Li Yu stands that old man guarding her...” Li Chu scoffed lightly, his eyes dark and void like a black hole, cold and intimidating.

“As long as you like, I’d be very happy to make breakfast for you,” Zhao Qian said with a slight smile.

Chen Qiao’en slowly approached and lay down beside Zhao Liying. The two glanced at each other, ready to sleep. The baby looked toward Liu Yifei, who blinked in return.

The production team was utterly baffled, receiving so many consultation calls late at night as if the entire world was searching for Zhao Qian.

During the “Dance of the Clematis,” Jun Maru paid no mind to the enraged Lei Ya. He swiftly drew out his spine, binding Lei Ya to prevent movement, then wielded the toughest bone as a spear, directly stabbing into Lei Ya’s chest.

Now, Madam Ming had begun to suspect that Chu Yuan was deliberately concealing his true strength. She knew some ancient creatures harbored such strange quirks. But given Chu Yuan’s age, it seemed impossible to fake it. Such a young ancient being struck Madam Ming as utterly absurd.

Her face suddenly felt a sharp heat. How had she mocked Zhao Qian when he earlier told her he was going to participate in “Flowers and Youth”?

Trading these famous classical piano pieces for a meal might seem somewhat improper, but Zhao Qian had no other choice now.

Everyone knew bamboo shoots were edible—a common fact—but what did that have to do with the bamboo being a water source?

The author’s financial means were limited. Each month, the most dreaded moment was paying rent, so he didn’t dare run the air conditioning much.

After transforming into his Zeus form, the armor coverage increased significantly, leaving only his face exposed.