Volume One, Chapter 93: Humiliate My Man and Still Want a Free Meal?

Zhang Wei subtly probed Ji Junyong, piecing together fragments of Lin Ranran and Ji Junxiao’s past from his words. Ji Junyong, not a man of much guile, was easily led by Zhang Wei’s gentle questioning. He spoke animatedly of his elder brother and sister-in-law’s abilities, from improving agricultural tools and boosting production efficiency to building and repairing roads—each accomplishment filled him with pride and a sense of shared glory.

The deeper Zhang Wei listened, the heavier his heart grew. He had not expected Lin Ranran, already renowned for her medical expertise, to possess such strategic prowess. What troubled him further was Ji Junxiao’s reputation and skill in the army, which far surpassed his imagination. This was a thorny predicament.

“Comrade Ji, do you know your sister-in-law refused the county hospital’s offer…”

Here, the space widened into a vast corridor. The walls seemed to have been artificially smoothed, and at regular intervals, torches were fixed to either side, their blood-red tongues of flame casting wavering, crimson light through the oppressive passage.

Those surveillance points were useless without the power of the Star Ring. Without its control, Lin Tian and his companions would never have found things so easy. Ultimately, had Lin Tian not produced so many Divine Cannons, they would still be gazing at the Demon Peak from afar, unable to approach.

My aunt’s voice was calm, free of complaint. I admired her for this; it seemed that even if the sky fell, she wouldn’t bat an eye. That serene composure, polished to a quiet brilliance, must have been forged through untold hardship and pain.

Naruto, by virtue of his outstanding performance in this exam, finally shattered his longstanding reputation as the underachiever in everyone’s eyes.

Awakened suddenly in the dead of night, I found it hard to breathe. The candle outside the tent had gone out without my noticing.

The hall was perfectly square, each side stretching more than a hundred yards. The floor was made of an unknown material, softly glowing and slightly elastic beneath the feet, yet not as plush as carpet—altogether, it felt exceedingly comfortable.

Zhuo Anran went to the airport’s broadcasting room to clarify the situation, asking the staff to air a message seeking Lan Xuewei.

Ye Ci had anticipated such an outcome long ago. There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world; to gain something worthwhile, one must fight for it. This is the law of nature.

In Tang Yaotian’s mind, the other’s utterance of those three words meant he believed him. A wicked smile flickered across Tang’s face. He spoke calmly: “I am a cultivator; how could I quibble with you juniors?” With that, he strode toward the gate.

Previously, I had never kept any animals. Aside from seeing classmates’ pet dogs in college or the creatures behind bars at the national zoo, I had no experience communicating with dogs.

At that moment, halfway along his path, Ye Wudao suddenly turned and looked at Chaos Yi. Instinctively, their gazes met.

A White Church Lama? That must be the secular identity of the Guardian. The will of this world is truly meticulous, handling its own identity with flawless precision.

Their low willpower left them mired in fog and unable to perceive many subtle truths.

Unlike the “casual players” or those flush with cash, professional gamers understood that teamwork in a new game could provide huge advantages in the early stages. Thus, it was perfectly natural for Liu Xiaoyu’s family of six to form a temporary team.

Could it be that there were ancient beasts from his own space roaming this martial continent?

With Long Wuming’s movement, Mo, Huo, and Mu immediately launched their own attacks, forming a four-sided standoff and striking from all directions toward the newcomer.

The cosmos-borne cockscomb, strawflower, hollyhock, and petunia all displayed traits such as abundant blooms, color mutations, and extended flowering periods. The pink petunias, in particular, sported red-and-white stripes. Most astonishing was the marigold, whose blooming lasted over six months.

“Because I joined the battle just now,” Long Wuming replied calmly, as if conversing not with one of the five supreme beings of the Holy Realm or a Martial Emperor of the ninth tier, but with an equal.

Lin Lei had no intention of razing the city for a tower, nor of converting the surrounding matter to build it, for that would be far too costly. He had a more efficient method.

Just as Gu Qingqing was about to raise her question, Zhang Xupeng entered with two middle-aged men. She swallowed her words, deciding to wait until later.

Mu Yao had never been able to change An Nian’s decisions. His only request was to accompany her, which An Nian did not refuse.

Only the people of Zhongxia returned to Zhongxia; only those of the Empire returned to the Empire. The lands beyond were vast, with nations many times larger than the current Federation.

The footwork Li Fan used against Di Chuan at the Hunting Tournament was indeed connected to the laws of time.

Under Deng Zong’s iron suppression, every thug killed was hung behind the patrolling troops. After hundreds of such executions, the streets were cleansed.

Behind, a tall man sat upright in a wheelchair, his eyes covered by a black silk ribbon. His pale, taut face was sharply defined, his whole demeanor cold and detached.

“Thirsty? Let me pour you some water.” Jing Yi immediately stood up. Finding the teapot cold, he went himself to fetch hot water.

In this area, Tencent was not eager to act. The energy required was enormous, and currently focused on interactive entertainment, Tencent had no resources to spar with the likes of Ali and other competitors.

Inside the room, Zhou Chang wiped the blood from Keli’s face with a warm towel, then was promptly ordered out by the old Taoist.

On the drive home from the airport, Tan Jincheng and Gu Qingqing discussed the matter briefly. No company could start as a conglomerate from the outset. Tan Jincheng’s enterprise had grown to that scale in just two years—a remarkable feat.

The guard took the token and departed at once. The middle-aged man stood quietly on the wide road, waiting.

Rules must be enforced. Erfu had no ulterior motives; she simply wanted to ensure the new house rules were followed. The practice of arbitrarily punishing palace maids and servants had to be resisted indefinitely. Everyone is someone’s child; to be born a slave is already tragic, and to suffer further abuse is pitiable indeed.

Vassal states enjoyed much greater autonomy, maintaining independent sovereignty while submitting to Ming. Their kings’ appointments required the Ming emperor’s approval, though Ming rarely interfered in their internal affairs—for example, Champa.

How many times had he struck her now? Why, when facing him, did all her advantages vanish? Was this man her nemesis?

Erfu’s lips twitched with embarrassment. She mused, Could it be that the Fourteenth Prince is already at odds with the Fourth Prince?