Volume One, Chapter 90: The Bounty
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“This half a Foundation Pill—I wonder if it’s enough for me to break through Foundation Establishment,” Ji Die muttered. Now, he possessed only half a pill; the other half had been consumed by Song Jia. Thinking of that woman, his feelings were complicated, but soon calmed. At that time, she had pushed him away simply because he was pressed against her, leaving her no way to escape directly. Ji Die understood this perfectly.
He continued to stare at the half pill. It was the size of a thumb, only a fragment, its potency much diminished, yet it still carried the fresh fragrance of herbs. He was deeply conflicted, wavering between taking it or not, struggling, for it was only half a pill and surely inferior to a complete Foundation Pill.
Fu Duoduo was startled by the sudden kneeling and quickly stood up, urging Hong Mei to help them up, arranging seats and serving tea for their reception.
What did those unfriendly remarks from outside matter? She had weathered storms to reach this day, and besides, he was here.
The lost native singing technique from Corsica stunned listeners, sending chills down their spines and stirring uncontrollable excitement within them.
Afterward, it was rows upon rows of single-player games, especially foreign masterpieces, with usage reaching millions, which put Mu Bai in a good mood.
Upon hearing Wu Xie, everyone nodded; those who hadn’t managed to grab one were especially loud in their agreement.
In Cheng Miaohan’s eyes appeared a concern and care never before seen. Her beautiful gaze was fixed on Lin Chen, waiting for his answer.
During her days at the Yu residence, she truly experienced what it meant to be the wealthiest in Lin’an. Life was comfortable and pleasant—everything she wanted was at her fingertips.
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Well, it seems the American Empire truly regards Zenith Star Corporation as an enemy—having sued the Xin-1 phone, and even listed the virtual glasses as dangerous items.
Right and wrong, black and white, meant nothing to her. Just a few words from Zhan Feiyu, and she was ready to confront Tang Feng. To go so far as a mother—she had done enough.
Qin Yi looked up at the Creation Fire Pearl atop Fangcun Mountain. A pillar of light descended as if from the heavens, enveloping Qin Yi. Wang Tian stabbed several times in succession, but each thrust was repelled, leaving him repeatedly spitting blood.
Yan Chifeng’s lips twitched; he hadn’t expected Zhong Kui’s words to immediately offend the Ghost Doctor. This excited him internally, though his face showed nothing, lest Zhong Kui notice.
“You’ll never know my true name!” Su Sha Suman reached out and forcibly pulled the essence soul from Luoying’s body.
“Damn it, who told you to speak?” Zhu Ling said, slapping Lin Feng across the face.
“Pfft…” Already heated from battle, his blood surged further at the sight of such a wondrous thing, and it burst straight from Lian’s nostrils.
He’d achieved fame and success in his life, but only this last lingering concern remained. If he couldn’t regain his dignity from Wen Jingzhi, how could he swallow the bitterness of years past?
“So…” Nan Ke Rui asked, curiosity piqued. He had no idea what Mo Bing Shuang was planning.
Lu Yun nodded, hurriedly hoisting two buckets of purified water and heading to the nearby dispenser.
Nan Ke Rui felt his foot touch the fifth tier of the stone steps, a sudden clarity flashing through his mind. But before he could judge the thought, a powerful force descended from the heavens, so overwhelming that he could not muster a shred of resistance.
Li Xian and the others were tense. If Marquis Qin claimed even the city of King Dangyang, then this negotiation would lose all meaning.
The obvious expressions and attitudes highlighted the rift between them. Li Ye simply stopped caring whether they disgraced the face of the Chinese army.
The Zhang Gufeng incident ended with the retreat and peace-seeking of the enemy, and with Old Jiang’s illusions about the Soviet Union shattered once again.
It was already past eight in the evening. In the rooftop restaurant atop a skyscraper in Times Square, Zhang Quyi wore a snow-white napkin around his neck and was cutting into a steak with knife and fork.
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Upon hearing this, Feng Feifei hurriedly waved her hand and said, “Oh, don’t be impulsive. To tell you the truth, you mustn’t fall for me, for my heart already belongs elsewhere.”
Before Wutong could see his movements clearly, he had already settled lightly across from Xiang Fang, casually picking up a pair of chopsticks nearby.
Chen Jingzhi was extremely frustrated— even a three-year-old could see through it, yet here you are, still trying to dodge my questions.
In the first year of the Republic, the famed “Yuan Head” coin would not be minted for another two years, so the widely used currency remained the Qing silver coins.
Issues like rhythm control, character portrayal, and uninspired reincarnation design—these were among the criticisms.
Therefore, if Su Rui wished for Zhen Nation to become a superpower, the lifeblood of chips must be resolved.
Achen shook his head helplessly as he ate, saying, “Just half a month left; my parents will return.”
In the days that followed, Allen kept a close eye on the two voyeurs, ensuring they remained completely controlled within the house. As for Locke, since arriving at the temple, he had vanished without a trace—no one knew where he had gone.
The Outer Barrier Ghost tried desperately to pull the ghosts from its belly, but could not stop the cross from approaching. Soon, the cross reached the ghost’s side and slammed into it fiercely.
Chen Jiulang observed for several days in Yingdong, where the native merchants were mostly outmatched by the Pugan people. This was detrimental to his political record, and he had his own differing views on Gu Annan’s previous policies.
Following her brother back to the Summer Family, she did not realize that many years ago, Summer was a prestigious clan, but in a single night became a dead city. It was her mother’s painstaking efforts that restored its glory and honor.