Chapter 23: The Price of Tofu Is Very Low

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“We have money. Our older brothers and sisters gave us New Year’s money, so we should give some to our little brother too,” Tao Tao said as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

The peaceful days passed one after another, and all kinds of preparations proceeded in orderly fashion. Aside from Xia Zhixiu nearly being thrown out of the shop by Mayumi on the first day he returned to work after his study trip, everything had gone remarkably smoothly.

At this point, Qingzhu could only turn his head away in secret, because the tears had already begun to spill down his cheeks.

Dressed in a golden Daoist robe and holding a ritual sword, Li Qi walked step by step out of the direction of the underground passage, heading toward the Star Lodge Sect’s base above.

She had always known that her husband was an ambitious man, and she also knew how determined he and the Noble Consort were to obtain that position.

“Your power cannot stop me. Ha ha.” The Shadow Emperor laughed, only to be swallowed whole by the Silver Dragon before turning into light and vanishing.

Just then, a tremendous crash rang out from the stage. Everything came to an abrupt halt, and the crowd scattered in fright.

This left the fans who had already been eagerly awaiting the release of Spirited Away even more miserable, and the comments beneath Zhao Qinyin’s Weibo were filled with complaints.

If she truly had no bottom line, how wonderful would it be to brandish a mace and rob a money house? With her professional skills, she could make the owner kneel and call her father in minutes. Why struggle to save up little by little?

“I’ve never seen a child cling to his father like this. Come here, Grandma will hold you. Don’t cry now…” Seeing him sob until he could barely catch his breath, the old woman was heartbroken.

Nangong Wuming sat leaning against the side of the bed. His eyes were closed, and although his face showed a trace of weariness, determination was far more evident.

The commotion inside alerted the guards outside. Yun Qi rushed in, and upon seeing the blood on Rong Chengxuan’s face, he was startled as well. Having entered without permission, he immediately dropped to his knees and begged forgiveness.

Ding Li was the Black Panther’s master. As soon as he issued the order, the Black Panther hurried toward the Murong residence.

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Lin Chengzhi walked around the obstruction and strolled inside without so much as lowering his head, entering the room directly.

In the main hall of the General’s Residence, Nangong Qingsu and Nangong Qingyue sat with Nangong Xiaoyao, completely ignoring Ye Xue.

As the safe door opened, Zhao Kun was revealed, curled into a ball, his face bruised and purplish. He had long since fallen unconscious and lay motionless.

Xuanyuan Xinglie was no fool. He had spent nearly twenty years building up the Su family. Now, the forces of the Duke of Su and Nangong Wuming were evenly matched, while Yancheng was the city closest to the capital. How could he possibly hand an army of one hundred thousand over to either side?

Then came the reunion everyone knew was bound to happen sooner or later—the reunion with Yi Chenjing, which neither of them had looked forward to after being apart for more than half a month.

Even someone as slow to catch on as Xiao Qing could see the pink bubbles floating between them. Only afterward did she realize that perhaps she had just been force-fed an enormous helping of public affection.

Jiang Xi had been thoroughly defeated. She had certainly considered trying to bring together the friends around her; they were all outstanding people. Although Li Fuzhou was somewhat unreliable, he was not bad at heart. Why not give him a chance?

“Go and do whatever you want. I—we’ll all support you, but don’t work yourself too hard!” Su Chenyi said.

“Doctor Gu doesn’t have any patients at the moment. You can go straight to his office and see him.” Su Qianchuan had accompanied Gu Yiming there several times before, so the receptionist already knew her and sent her directly to his office.

“Because my brother said I mustn’t cause trouble for Auntie!” Xue’er replied seriously.

After hearing Lin Mumu’s words, the server found the child even more well-behaved and sensible. Her impression of Su Qianchuan had not improved at all; instead, she envied her for having such a thoughtful child.

Hadn’t the matter concerning her son already been settled with the Lin family? As long as they did not file a complaint, they had already given the Lin family so much money. They had even promised to let the Lin family’s daughter marry Gu Yulin, who served in the army.

Li Fuzhou gulped down several mouthfuls of water, then got into the car and let out a long breath. When he glanced sideways at the person in the passenger seat, he gritted his teeth in anger.

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He knew that Lin Sinian was not as profit-driven as her parents. She was a girl with ideas of her own.

But she had not misheard him, because the man’s eyes now held both inquiry and menace. How did Ji Liangchuan know about A-Zhe? She suddenly thought of something. Could it be that Ji Liangchuan had heard the name A-Zhe last night and, enraged, taken her for the entire night? How could she have called out A-Zhe’s name?

“He’s an old man. His face is bluish-white, covered in wrinkles, and under the extremely dim light, he looks terrifying.”

The stronger Yue Jing became, the happier Wuhun was. After all, Yue Jing came from the Supreme Unity Sword Sect, from the Crimson Blood Army, and even from the Kingdom of Tianfeng.

“Two days, I suppose. We’re only missing the part where they get married at the farmstead. It’s so annoying. Why do they have to marry at all? Couldn’t they just run away together? Honestly.” Qiaoqiao lazily leaned against the back seat.

What was this fellow doing? Couldn’t he see that Mo Yu Jingfeng was here too? Ji Zili struggled lightly in his arms, but he only held her tighter.

Thinking of how solemnly he had asked her name and said that finding someone pleasing at first sight was the most wondrous of all forms of affinity, Ruoli could not help laughing aloud.

However, under this style of combat, the shinobi of the Hidden Mist Village were completely unable to organize a counterattack. The Fourth Mizukage, Yagura, was no exception; blocked by the Hidden Mist shinobi, he was likewise helpless. Under such an oppressive battlefield atmosphere, the Fourth Mizukage finally began showing signs of losing control.

At last, he took a pair of scissors from the tackle box, sat down on a chair, looked at everything before him, and began explaining.

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