Volume 1, Chapter 25: Auntie, My Face Hurts So Much

Zheng Sheng sighed inwardly. It seemed Zheng Yang was truly prepared to burn bridges and bring past grievances into the light. But that couldn't be right—what would Zheng Yang gain from such a move? Was he merely trying to silence Zheng Shang from lecturing him? Then this whole spectacle today... the director behind the scenes must be his eldest brother, surely?

"Oh, stop it. What era do you think this is? Still talking about 'repaying with one’s body'?" Zhou Yuan rolled her eyes, feigning disdain, though her heart was pounding furiously.

Twenty-some coins for a catty of rice. Zheng Sheng calculated: at this rate, one hundred thousand coins was roughly the value of five thousand catties of rice. In the Jin Dynasty, a catty was approximately 350 grams.

Zheng Sheng did not know what connection Li Ju had with these people and Zheng Min. Therefore, he decided to take this opportunity to get to the bottom of it.

Admittedly, Sun Wukong had a favorable impression of Zhao Yun, but Sun Wukong was well aware that if Zhao Yun intended to kill Ye Fan, he was an enemy.

Watching the scene that had just unfolded, eighteen- or nineteen-year-old Shui Yiyi’s face broke into a radiant smile, filled with immense joy.

Things weren't too bad for Chu Zhiwei’s family; Fang Xuanjing’s looks were still remarkably striking. Chu Zhiwei himself was only a third-rate writer, earning a living from royalties, perhaps forty or fifty thousand a year. In a first-tier metropolis like this, he had absolutely no competitive edge, so being able to marry Fang Xuanjing could be considered a stroke of great fortune.

He had received many such things in the past. However, after he rejected all invitations and hid himself away in Shunyang Mountain, he rarely received any more "thorns."

A mold made of special soil was brought over. A-Er gripped his own stomach, released the esophagus beneath, and poured the Poseidon alloy inside into the mold.

"If you do something wrong, you must be punished. In truth, even if we hadn't laid a hand on Wang Dayong, he would surely have faced the death penalty. We abused the power of capital punishment and naturally paid the price. And so, my brothers and I were sentenced after all."

For those without great strength, a single moment of carelessness could lead to death at the hands of powerful spirit puppets.

Generally speaking, anyone described as a "legendary so-and-so" must be an extraordinary figure. Take Long Liuxi, for instance; whenever others mentioned her, they would invariably add that she was the legendary True Dragon.

The sound of war drums instantly echoed throughout the barracks. Squads of Left Yulin Guards appeared in quick succession, all wielding long halberds and clad in iron armor. Sturdy and imposing, they marched into the drill ground with steady, vigorous steps.

Indeed, in Ning Ye’s view, this girl named Lu Yumeng suffered from severe delusions and required immediate electroshock therapy.

At these words, Zhao Tianyu remained silent, though his expression shifted slightly. Beside him, Duan Qingtian cast a deep, lingering gaze at Shi Mafa, his eyes brimming with hidden gratitude.

Zhao Xian was twenty-seven now, and Axu had just turned twenty-five. At their age, they were quite comparable to a modern couple.

It turned out her lips were so exquisite—soft and filled with a faint, sweet fragrance that left him yearning for more, unable to tear himself away.

The reason Long Xing still harbored a shred of hesitation was because of the claim that it would "influence a dynasty."

In 330 BC, under the assault of Alexander the Great of Macedon, the imperial capital of Persepolis fell. Darius III was murdered while in flight, and the empire perished.

Thus, having quietly left some gifts for Zhu, he decisively packed away the last Candle Man and slipped away unnoticed.

"Remember this: this Black Fiend Vajra Arm is enough to double your combat power." Long Yu said with a smile. "Thank you, Young Master!" Black Star knelt without a second thought. "Go to the backyard and test its power." Long Yu waved his hand, and Black Star nodded, his figure flickering and vanishing.

Liu Yu asked with some anxiety. After Xiao Haochen provided a brief description, Liu Yu became even more certain of his own suspicions.

Hearing that they were finally allowed to enter, they were overjoyed and followed him inside to kowtow to Du Hengshuang and Second Aunt-in-law Feng.

Seeing this, many people’s expressions began to change. They asked me why I was charging, and what I meant by it.

No matter how unbelievable it seemed, since Qin Anyi had told her personally, it had to be the truth.

"Liu Chong! If I do not kill you today, I am no man!" Chen Biao was incensed with rage. Astride a warhorse clad in heavy armor, he prepared to charge headlong into the rolling tide of horses. The ten or twenty thousand archers following him hesitated, unsure whether they should follow Chen Biao into the fray.

After the system announcement displayed the player's ID, Li Jiuyang suddenly recalled the message Meng Hui Shen Wei had left for him and subconsciously opened the level leaderboard.

Everyone stared at the scene, eyes wide with disbelief. None of them had expected Xia Fanchen’s combat prowess to be so formidable.

Glaring at Xia Qi with venomous hatred, Qin Yang had no face left to remain. He didn't even want to see his final ranking in the alchemy competition and left the plaza directly.

After the matchmaker Long introduced the Divine Remnant Space, the surrounding gods began to exchange words. Many others stood by, observing and exploring.

Watching those who came to offer congratulations today only deepened my curiosity about Xiao Lianshan’s past. Having known him for so long, he always seemed like a simple man. Why, then, did he have so many connections that were completely at odds with his personality?