Volume One, Chapter 65: A Secret Pact and Land Distribution

Captain Yang wasn’t surprised when his wife mentioned the matter concerning Xia Zhiyuan.
“It’s probably Yang A-Si giving Comrade Xia a dowry. After all, the girl moved into their home just like that, so it’s only right to give her some dowry.”
“But that’s forty yuan, not four! Where would she get that much money?”
Captain Yang replied, “Hasn’t Yang A-Si been running around with Ji family’s third son lately? Ji’s third son is generous, so it’s normal for him to have some money. Besides, I’ve heard some rumors; Yang Lai and Yang Xie-San seem to have a bit of an ambiguous relationship with her. I suppose she sweet-talked them and managed to get the money out of them.”
Mrs. Ming still couldn’t figure it out. “But isn’t she deep in debt…”
Then he realized something, his fingers touching the corner of his mouth, feeling the curve, his expression suddenly growing darker.
Her brows furrowed tightly, a slight twitch betraying her thoughts. She placed Xuan Yuan on the ground and slipped away from there.
The bearded man spat disdainfully, raising a knife to strike Chu Tiankuo. Chu Tiankuo leaned to the left, dodging the blade, then, in a move as swift as lightning, seized the bearded man’s knife-wielding hand with his left hand. Seeing this, the other bandits raised their blades to attack.
Ziyu thought of all the years gone by, of never having seen his own mother’s true face, and his gaze grew dimmer.
Senior Sister was so beautiful, and when she smiled at someone, it was impossible to resist. Especially when she used that slightly coy manner.
Fu Zheng, having met resistance, finally faced Rong Xi squarely. Even as a seasoned veteran, he rarely encountered someone who could so calmly and quietly refute his words.
“Then stay another month. After that, you must return to the capital, or I won’t be at ease.” Yun Haotian pondered. Shui Yiren’s belly now looked to be two or three months along; another month’s stay would help stabilize her condition, and he could rest assured when they set out.
Her hands trembled incessantly, unable to muster the courage to lift the white cloth covering the corpse, fearing she would see that familiar face she had yearned for day and night.

It was hard to imagine that a single cake—one that had been lying around for who knows how long, cold and hard—could still be scented by Zhong Xingyue.
Shen Mubai’s mind became hesitant at once. He thought, Am I running a fever? Or are Wen Renli’s hands simply too hot?
However, if others knew that Liu Yi had some ordinary monsters cleaning up a Daoist courtyard for him, they would probably be exasperated and amused all at once.
His hands trembled slightly as he walked slowly to the operating table. “Did… did it succeed?” He had lost count of how many times he’d failed. This sudden success felt so unreal, as if he were dreaming.
Living like a walking corpse on the Central Island was worse than living on the Northern Island. At least there, pain could still be felt—it was a kind of gain.
Ling Xiu sent him a reassuring glance. Without the slightest hesitation, he fell forward, determined and relentless. Besides, there was no way he could return to the city wall midair.
But the truth was different. Ji Tian’s soul left his body and entered the Chaos Bell not because he was about to die, but because, at the very moment he was about to lose his freedom, a streak of golden light appeared deep within his soul, drawing him into the Chaos Bell.
This undying Dao Sovereign, whose attainment came through the path of slaughter, released such terrifying killing intent unconsciously that it chilled all hearts. It could be said Su Qingzhu fought his way to this point; the number of lives lost at his hands was immeasurable.
Once the Ancestral Dragon summoned another star, the altar poured out vast divine light, sanctifying the star into countless divine rainbows. Ji Tian absorbed them recklessly. All these rainbows were transformed into immortal power, swiftly replenishing the empty reserves of true energy within Ji Tian.
The quality of helping others, so beautiful, was nearly synonymous with foolishness in the Seventy-two Domains of Nine Realms.
So, without hesitation, they grabbed their Type-38 rifles and leaped straight from the rear carriage.
The two of them didn’t hesitate either, leaving two special ops members behind to continue providing suppressive fire.
Lin Dong arrived at the merchandise area, where there was a constitution tester and a martial arts matcher. However, to use them, he needed Qian Kun coins. Right now, Lin Dong was penniless, without a single coin to his name.

That was why everyone assumed in their hearts that Xu Tian, caught in the midst of the thunder, must have been wounded or killed. When Lei Jingtian said he wanted Xu Tian to suffer, he probably meant injury, not death.
Tu Mei looked at the affectionate scene between Shangguan Jingwo and Su Yin and couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. She had pursued Shangguan Jingwo for twenty-four years, only for such an ending. At this moment, Tu Mei was utterly despondent, her heart gradually dying, with no more hopes or wishes.
“Is that so? Truly surprising!” Even now, Old Mulden still found time to mock Liang Dong.
“Our main forces are held up in the Ultimate World, and the powerhouses of the Extreme World have almost completely stopped our army. Few members can make it to the lower world. All we can do now is destroy—if we cannot take it, then we’ll ruin it.” The leader’s voice was cold as ice.
“Not home yet?” Hearing the noise on the other end, Bai Majun glanced at the time—it was already eleven thirty at night.
The rehearsal wasn’t over after finishing; they had to go to the director, check the recordings, confirm the stage situation, movements, and formation once more before heading back to the waiting room, awaiting the broadcast.
War has always been cruel. The battles between the three sides, the survivors affected, were even more miserable than those mutilated by the advanced sickle bugs. Blood stained the entire base, blotches of red flowers spreading everywhere; now and then, you’d see red blossoms blossoming on the walls—a dazzling sight.
In the past, Jiang Wei, lacking his own iron weapon, might not have sought revenge against the bandit chief.
During the journey northwest, Lin Wei had become familiar with the situation in this region.
The cries of vendors filled the air. Bu Qianhuai, once again on a lively street, leisurely enjoyed the prosperity and peace of this world.
All the wood-attribute true energy in his body converged to a single point; the Xuanbing Steel Strength surged, and the true energy that had burned all night dissipated, absorbed and assimilated by the powerful Bingjia Martial Canon.