Chapter 25: A Hearty Feast! A Girl in the Black Market?

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Returning to the county seat, Qin Feng and Liuzi no longer carried the restraint they had felt before. Familiar with the route, they walked straight to the supply and marketing cooperative, where Qin Feng instructed Liuzi to bring in the wolf pelts.

"Big sister! We've come to sell some skins!" Qin Feng greeted the saleswoman with a cheerful smile, handing over the proof of origin issued by the village chief. The saleswoman remained as cold and indifferent as ever...

Nan Li was stunned by the casual "sister" he had addressed her with; he had skipped "Sister Nan" or "Sister Li" and simply called out "sister."

What was wrong with the young mistress? Her unprecedented reaction threw Tang Xin and Dong Nuan into a panic, leaving them at a loss for what to do.

The flashes of those memories appeared; every past event he had etched into She Nian’s life and soul was cruel, devoid of anything beautiful, filled only with darkness.

People often say life is spent waiting—waiting for the future, waiting until one is less busy, waiting for the next time, waiting for when there is time... Yet others say, do not always speak of there being plenty of time, for few such tomorrows can withstand the test of time.

This segment was naturally recorded; after all, while the other stars had gone to sleep, the two of them were still active, making them more eye-catching.

"Twenty years of marriage, in the end, are no match for a formula for immortality," Noble Consort Cao laughed at herself.

"Could it be that she's shy?" Lu Jintian subconsciously rubbed his right hand. When he had tackled Liusheng Xinyue just moments ago, he seemed to have touched something he shouldn't have.

Ye Cansheng, Yu Wuji, and the others felt a chill in their hearts. They knew that such a pact could never be an equal one.

Seeing it was Concubine Ting, he could not help but frown. He did not want to see her at this moment; after all, it was because he had helped restore her position that Mo Ran had been triggered into this comatose state.

Outside the Bitter Soul Pagoda, there seemed to be thousands of pagodas. But if one were to truly count them, there were exactly three hundred monks, corresponding to the three hundred Nascent Soul experts of the Everlasting Temple.

When Gu Yan arrived at the studio, she found Jiang Jingcheng had already reached the office, diligently reviewing documents at his desk.

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This time, the Sword Sun manifesting in the sky had not been depleted, and its power was thirty percent stronger than the first time.

The hospital director’s heart was filled with regret. When Li Zhigang first joined the hospital, he hadn’t been satisfied with him, but now it seemed he simply could not keep such a great Buddha.

Mother Fu had always been keeping track of news about Xu Jiamu. Beyond thinking of her as excellent, she also felt a deep sense of pity and sympathy for her.

Gu Yan was unwilling to tell her what had just happened, but couldn't she ask Gu Manman? After all, she was technically Gu Manman’s superior, wasn't she? When a superior makes a request of a subordinate, shouldn't the subordinate obey without question?

In addition to seeking public relations help from Huaying and asking the studio to cool down the trending topics, Sister Hua was doing one other thing: investigating the data behind the Weibo account "Ai Xiao Yi Sheng."

They had only been on the same production crew as Feng Jiayin. Initially, Feng Jiayin had tried to curry favor with them, but after realizing they were close with Lu Xiaoxiao, her attitude toward them had cooled; instead, she had become closer to Director He Shuanglian and Li Jiamran.

The ancient martial artists of the secular world tried to comfort Yan Xi, as she had been acting far too cautiously, never letting her guard down for a single moment.

Beyond the four palaces of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter below, "hidden rooms" existed in large numbers on every floor.

A black band was wrapped around Emperor Jiu’s throat to conceal his Adam's apple; it looked attractive, though somewhat strange.

"Brother Jin, don't waste your breath on him. He's just a fake Quanzhen Taoist wearing robes to swindle people! Let's just kick him out!" Wu Gang mocked angrily.

However, given the current situation, the terrain offered Li Ziyuan some advantages. Leading the hospital's security platoon, Li Ziyuan quickly seized two hilltops, controlling the only path into the village. Yet, he had no idea how much time he could actually buy.

Seeing this object, Zhu You’s body trembled violently, nearly crying out, and his right hand instinctively grabbed Fu Can’s sleeve.

"The Bodhisattva told you to save me... then my master... where is my master now?" Thinking of Xuanzang, Wukong suddenly sat up and jumped off the bed.

At the same time, Chang Juan, who possessed a decisive and ruthless temperament due to serving as a county head in a complex region, shook her head silently. It was not as if she hadn't noticed the expression in Chang Juan’s eyes when she saw Li Ziyuan.

On the arena stage, watching the archaic greatsword Zhao Wushuang had drawn, Tang Xiao instinctively took a step back and assumed a defensive stance.

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His acting had always been excellent; he had once gone undercover for half a year, solely to kill a man whose martial arts were superior to his own.

Lin Miwan couldn't help but twitch her eyes. So much for not having a decent meal in days—they had eaten hot pot just yesterday! Now, to be so poor as to go hungry this morning—it sounded as if she had always been destitute.

"Do you think I am being pathetic, groveling for a man?" Wuming asked calmly, her tone devoid of emotion, as if she weren't speaking of herself at all.

In truth, for decades, apart from Fu Hanfeng, who in the South could contend with the top experts of the Central Plains?

Such a thing was nearly impossible, yet it had happened right before their eyes; one could only imagine how shocked they were at this moment.

Generals from many cities led their own armies, accompanied by volunteer warriors, and began marching toward Yang City to execute Ximen Kuang.

According to prior intelligence, the vast majority of the garrison in the Parnas star system had withdrawn, leaving only a symbolic force. Of course, if that were all, it might have been considered good news.

The first thing was her frantic desire to marry the Northern Emperor; for his sake, she had been willing to become a pawn and travel to Yang City for over a decade.

With that, Qin Fan generously took Meng Xiaowei’s arm, bypassed the livid Wei Shaojie, and walked over to their seats.

He saw him use both hands and feet, scrambling up to the treetop in a few swift movements. The ancient, towering tree was over twenty meters high, with a dense canopy and a bird's nest inside. Ma Chengfeng tucked the three bird eggs into his pocket and opened his Ghost Eyes to carefully observe the surrounding terrain.

Seeing this, Li Yongle and the others felt relieved. There was no need to continue counting; his entry into the Axis Society was now a certainty.

It was as if, being members of the Spirit Realm Division, they were already standing at the very top of the food chain.