Chapter 28: Time to Make Some Quick Cash

"Is there something you need from me?" Instinctively, Xia Ranmo wanted to avoid any unnecessary interaction with this man.

"What is so fun about catching crickets? I'm not going." She still did not turn back, curling her lip in disdain.

Hua Jianfeng did not have Hua Tianxiong until he was fifty, and he was now over seventy. Although he remained vigorous for his age, how could his son bear to let his elderly father stoop to such menial tasks?

Li Shidao's panicked retreat shattered the morale of the Ziqing army. From a single point on the battlefield to an entire flank, and then to the whole front, the Ziqing army collapsed completely.

"Let her go!" Xing Yicheng repeated, his voice cold. If Xia Ranmo were not still in his hands, he would have already crippled the man.

Have you never realized that when your Imperial Father addresses you, it is different from how he addresses his other children? He calls them Yunhai, Yuntao, and Yunxiang. Only when he calls you does he use your full name: He Yunyang.

After I finished speaking, Master Qiao froze. He leaned his head against the seat and closed his eyes, as if lost in memory. The scene suddenly fell silent again. Watching the faint wrinkles on Master Qiao's face, I suddenly felt that his past was not simple.

"Swish!" The guards of the Eastern family stepped in unison, respectfully escorting the princess into the city. At this moment, they had finally completed the important mission entrusted to them by the Empire and the family.

"Does the peerless divine physician mean that he wishes for this prince to take responsibility?" Zhongli Canye raised an eyebrow slightly, his face filled with awkwardness.

Just as previously mentioned, people today can accomplish many things that ancient people would have considered myths. But would people today view these as myths? These are merely common knowledge.

However, in this era where monsters frequently appear, they, as front-line troops, must remain combat-ready at all times and cannot get involved in these matters.

She even felt a bit anxious; she worried about what would happen if Chu Feng stopped treating her this way. From initially worrying about Xuan Yuanziwei, her thoughts now drifted more toward what she would do if Chu Feng ceased his kindness toward her.

This is one of the four recorded instances of achieving Dao through martial arts, and the only one in the last three thousand years.

Even though this large discharge of current did not cause any casualties, it does not mean that overloading the regional power grid can be forgiven.

The words struck like a thunderbolt, instantly clearing Zi Shaofeng's mind. He looked at Zeng Shuo in disbelief.

It is hard to say whether Ji Ling was lucky or unfortunate, but Murong Yan still envied her. It was not just because she had a father who adored her, but even the fact that she could accompany him through the final moments of his life made her deeply envious.

"Boss, you're not joking, are you? I'm just an employee; you're giving this to me—is that appropriate?" I asked.

"Which situation do you two ministers believe it to be?" Emperor Chongzhen, finding their reasoning sound, looked at them and asked.

Guo Dalu finally found the person he was looking for. As he reached the doorway, she happened to turn around.

Both Ah Shui and his companion were thirsty. Once the tea bowls were brought over, they tilted their heads back and drained them in a few gulps.

What was even more chilling was that pair of sparkling, bewitching purple eyes, which were brimming with a sly, wicked glee. The certain enchantress was already breaking into a cold sweat.

In fact, with the exception of Ji Tianqi, all the male gods knew how to cook. However, compared to the divine culinary skills of "Three-Chef" Ji, the dishes they made were truly only edible, not exactly a feast for the eyes.

Pojun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and snarled viciously, "Peacock, I, this Star Lord, will surely grind your bones to dust!" With that, a dense killing intent erupted from his entire body. One who practices the path of assassination must possess a great capacity for slaughter; a surging murderous intent is a necessity.

Huang Quan, who was guarding the door to the room of the peerless night spirit, felt his vision blur, and then he lost consciousness. His body slumped softly to the side, and he fainted completely.

Later, she followed the men in black and watched as they threw the person into Aunt Liang's room. At that time, because Shen Feiyang had been uncooperative along the way, they had knocked him unconscious; even now, as he was brought into the Xianghe Building, he remained in a state of syncope.

I felt a bit ashamed. Although I knew the tortoise represented longevity, I did not know the details, and I had always assumed the Xuanwu was a divine beast, never realizing it was simply a tortoise.

Ji Tianmo felt that the cold sneer Xuan Chenhao had just given at the end must have been laughing at her for acting like a damn fool.

Lin Tian continued to walk forward, but with every step he took, the sound of footsteps followed—a step behind. This made his skin crawl. Nevertheless, he took a yellow talisman in his palm, ready to strike at any moment. The person behind him was certainly not Zhang Zhengdong.

It turned out that while Lu You was speaking with Tian Mei'er, the assassin Lu You had captured took the opportunity to break free from his grip and fled desperately into the distance.

Murong Qiu, sitting opposite, also had a dark expression. He slammed his chopsticks down forcefully and shouted that he was finished eating, then turned and walked away.

"Are there any red-light districts in the downtown area?" A voice came from behind Luo Tianjiao, so lewd that it almost made her stumble.

But before that slap could land on the face, a heavy roar came from the side, startling both Wen Muyao and Madam Yin.