Chapter 162: Truly Pains Taken

How could Lin Buwan not be worried? With Tang Zeshan's people lurking outside like tigers eyeing their prey, and those bastards within the base waiting to make a move, nowhere felt safe at all.

Rong looked at the brawny man with a hint of shock. Hearing the Qi military officer question him, he snapped back to his senses and explained, "The officer may not know this, but the Miao-Man tribes are different from our Central Plains. Although both we and they revere totems, the totems of our Central Plains are merely symbols of the tribes."

Chilled by the cold wind in the stairwell, both of them woke up instantly. Ming Yue sensed their surroundings, and her face darkened immediately.

Just as he reached out his hand, before he could touch what he wanted to fondle, he saw Su Xi step back with a giggling smile.

No matter how terrified the two servants were, they had no choice but to head out and report the matter to the housekeeper.

As for fruits, they naturally required time. The scale of planting fruit trees was simply too vast. Song Shan's Water Spirit Pearl could only nourish the saplings, and keeping up with their nutritional needs afterward was exceedingly difficult, which naturally required sufficient time for them to grow.

In his slime state, he was close to "physically immune." While the ice ball looked like a "magical attack," the damage it manifested was primarily physical.

Liu Yanshijin entered the room and took off her shoes. Fu Ying'er pulled a pair of fluffy slippers out of the shoe cabinet with a giggle, then glanced back at Shi Zuocai, pointing her chin toward the plastic slippers beside the carpet.

Though Yang Susu had never witnessed it before, the moment she heard those two words, she understood immediately—this was the process of a spiritual artifact gaining sentience that she had heard about.

For over a decade, our Great Qi has spent years building roads across the realm precisely to connect all regions together for any unforeseen emergencies.

Eunuchs like him were generally men without descendants, and in this lifetime, only money could compensate for the voids in their hearts and bodies.

"Of course, retirement is not the only matter announced in advance. Next comes another piece of good news even more exhilarating than retirement, and for this, we would like to invite our team manager, Mr. Wang Yu, to the stage to make the announcement." With great politeness, Rustein raised his hand to invite Wang Yu forward.

Combined with the Cloud-Water Sword Technique he had obtained earlier, he had acquired a total of three spiritual canons this time, making his harvest truly bountiful.

The expressions of everyone present shifted as well. They had truly never seen anyone who used the banner of justice to commit such heinous and conscience-less deeds.

Fang Hao put the refueling nozzle aside, closed the cap, and got back into the car. Xia Ziwei and the others had already washed their hands and boarded.

With a deadpan expression and devoid of any emotion, he thrust his sword forward in a flash, piercing clean through a tree and stabbing toward Fang Hao, who was hiding behind it.

Yet Mo Shu believed that among human emotions—especially romantic love—if money were excessively intermingled, it was something he would be unwilling to accept.

Shen Ruobing felt somewhat helpless and puzzled as to why Han Baozhu had transferred to this class and was even pursuing Lin Fan.

Ye Jinshu is an honest man and cannot bear to watch others cry. So be it, being a little late is fine; the spacetime gate isn't going to run away anyway.

"Boatman, prepare to set sail!" Long Tao shouted toward the boat owner, who was cowering and peering out from the cabin door.

Two non-damaging skills seemed truly useless; even if Lin Fan were immensely awesome, they wouldn't offer much help.

Xun Fei had investigated the matter: holding such a position in Yangneng and bearing the surname Tang, there was only one person—Central Regular Attendant Tang Heng.

Wang Xi came to a sudden realization. What a kind-hearted child! No wonder Golden Tongue doted on the three siblings so much.

Among the many scholars burning with righteous indignation, Wu Qiong could still maintain a clear head. Dong Buwei might not amount to much, but behind him stood the Cai family, and General-in-Chief He Jin had yet to express his stance; even the Emperor had not yet handed down a definitive verdict.

Despite hurrying and rushing, Zhang Kuan still arrived at Xiao Village five minutes late, primarily because hailing a cab along the way had wasted a bit of time. He couldn't help feeling annoyed, secretly vowing that once he had money, the first thing he would do was buy a car.