Chapter 37: You Are Not a Stranger, but a Servant

Yesterday, Wang Sisi didn't want to eat dry noodles anymore; she wanted to beg for a cup of hot water to soak her instant noodles. She approached a kindly-looking old lady, but the result was the same as with those sharp-eyed young people—she asked for twenty right off the bat. Wang Sisi, right in front of the old lady, finished a packet of instant noodles with crunching bites. Wang Zhuorui actually bought it, and Wang Sisi had lost count of how many times she had called Wang Zhuorui a fool.

"Quiet, quiet," everyone was currently concerned about the Third Prince's condition, and no one cared whether Su Siqiao had won. This watch, entirely black, was hardly a new model; its hands had long since stopped, the screen was shattered like a spiderweb—an utterly useless piece. Jiang Lian, with intentions hidden beneath the surface, seized a circle of leather straps, twisted her arms behind her back, and bound her to the bed's armrest in an embrace.

Jiang Lian had never imagined that one day, he would decide life and death in such a manner, as if he were a grim reaper wielding a scythe. The chainsaw man was arrogant before being shot, lugging his chainsaw and searching for people. After taking an arrow to his shoulder, he dove quickly into the trees, using cover to approach the archer—a true model of adaptability.

This was a single-patient intensive care room. On the bed lay a person wrapped head to toe in white gauze, as if being mummified. She even wished, desperately, to see in those dragon eyes the lascivious gaze of the past.

"What?" Xu Huang was shocked—he'd slept from noon all the way to the next morning, and it wasn't even light yet? Following the fire escape down, a few scattered zombies in the alley heard the noise, cocked their heads, and rushed over, only to fall under the combined blows of the group wielding their weapons; the shattered brains exposed black tissue to the air, reeking horribly.

Cultivating internal energy is the process of transforming essence into true qi. Once a sensation of qi arises, or the first breath of true qi is formed, letting it circulate within the body will gradually strengthen it.

They screamed terribly, their heads bursting with black light, even forcing the axes out. With Takeda Hidemasa and the other pirates surrendering to the Ming army, and the other four Ming regiments capturing cities one after another, the entire island of Kyushu came under Ming control, and all the pirates on the island were subject to the Ming's disposition.

However, the pounding sounds continued; clearly, the Serpent-Crocodile Beast King was still attacking madly. Although Sichuan is known as the Land of Abundance, that is only relative—compared to the wealth of Jiangnan, which relies on overseas trade, it is still lacking.

In fact, more than six years have passed. Though no building taller than fifteen meters is allowed within a kilometer of the palace, beyond that radius, nothing could stop wealthy merchants from erecting grand cement structures for business.

But he was mostly perplexed—how could Mo Jun be foolish enough to summon his avatar as well, letting Zhang Bin kill it?

There were only a few bags of cement left; two or three trips and they'd all been moved to the corridor. Sand was less of a problem, though after rain it would weigh much more.

This was not a matter of moral judgment, but purely a means to better appease and extract the people's wealth. After all, without relief, rebellion was inevitable.

At times mad, at times unruly, sometimes carefree, sometimes bullying the weak and fearing the strong, sometimes sly as a fox—yet Xu Ruogu always held firm to his own principles, his own bottom line.

The Human Emperor, True Dragon Celestial Lord, was a man in his twenties, his hair somewhat disheveled, his clothes a bit tattered, bearing a striking resemblance to Tian Gua—like a magnified version of him. Yet his face exuded determination and steel, weathered by hardship, far from the foolish look of Tian Gua.

Her concern stemmed from this wedding: Yueyue, as Yeyejinglan's son, would surely attend, and Liuyun would as well. They were the ones she cared for most.