Chapter 62 Showing Promise

However, he had no intention of asking for the money back anyway.
Superiors were coming up soon, and it would be hard to explain such a large sum of money when that time came.
It would be better to simply distribute it to his brothers as wages.
When inspections came around then, everyone would have a stake in keeping quiet.
Since he was paying their wages out of his own pocket, they would naturally put in a good word for him.
Still, Sun Guangrong was a total bastard.
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Later on, Heizi ran off into the grass to the side. A moment later, a dog's barking came from over there. Xiwa said he would go have a look and ran off. I quickly threw down the stone in my hand and hurried after them, thinking to myself that Heizi must have discovered something.
After a few times, Yue Zhongyao accepted the kind gesture from Madam Xia. After all, in their Yue family, the concept of breakfast simply did not exist.
Upon learning that Li Lixing shared the same courtesy name as him, Sun Jianxing immediately remarked that this was a fated bond between them.
Yang Jinxin's mind was in utter chaos. Her face was flushed red, and a fine layer of sweat had already beaded on the tip of her nose. She dared not even move.
She wisely refrained from asking about Granny Chi's origins; throughout their journey, if Granny Chi had wanted to speak of it, she would have long since done so. Moreover, Granny Chi had previously made it clear to her that she was unwilling to come to Fengcheng. Therefore, given that Granny Chi could utter such words now, Ye Kui was already immensely grateful.
The large army marched northward all the way. After a single day, they crossed the border of Yuzhou and advanced rapidly toward the territory of Yanzhou.
Seeing this, Old Guo ultimately came to believe Penglai's account. Although slightly exaggerated, it was surely the absolute truth.
Having barely survived the night, Li Yueying rose early, preparing to return to wash and change her clothes. The moment she pulled the door open, she was startled to see Mammy Feng standing at the threshold holding several items.
A fire had been lit under the stove. She went inside and sat down before it, and taking advantage of the fact that Chunlan, who was tending the pot, was not looking, she tossed the booklet straight into the flames to burn.

"Well, consider it taking him out to see the world! Come with me tomorrow morning." With these words, his father took a sip of soup, announced that he was full, stood up, and walked into the inner room.
Sinan Yu glanced at the peach blossom grove and instantly connected the dots: Her Majesty the Empress adored peach blossoms, and these flowers had been planted by His Majesty exclusively for her. Was His Highness angry about this, then?
At this moment, Meng Fang, who had occupied Yao Qingmu's thoughts for days, was sitting quietly by the table with her back to the prison door. Even as someone entered, it failed to elicit the slightest reaction from her.
"Understood." Shi Jian had already noticed the unusual look on the King of Nanzhao's face. Though she felt some concern in her heart, without an explicit order from her employer, she could not act arbitrarily. The master had mentioned that this painkiller possessed nerve-numbing properties, but if used excessively, it could easily lead to addiction or even lose its efficacy. For this reason, she rarely used the medication.
"But Wood said that he used his total assimilation ability on Matthew. Under this ability, once Wood leaves Matthew's body, Matthew will melt into a pool of blood within minutes, making it utterly impossible for him to survive. So how did Matthew come back to life?" Limeng asked in puzzlement.
At this point, very few guests had arrived at the banquet, and she had no wish to attract attention, so she deliberately chose an inconspicuous corner to sit down.
Composing her emotions, Murong Yinzhu returned to a state devoid of joy or sorrow, contemplating her next move.
Hearing this and watching the slightly nodding projection of Number Nine, the soldiers could no longer remain silent.
To her dismay, she now discovered that her connection with 5270 had been severed once again, most likely because the spiritual energy here was far too abundant and caused severe signal interference. The only reason she could still communicate with Xiao Baizhu was because the distance between them was short enough.
"Li Rui..." Su Qingyi, standing at the entrance of the restaurant, also witnessed this scene. Seeing Xue Xiaoni actually lean in to bite Li Rui's ear, she let out a frightened shriek before her legs went weak and she slumped to the ground.
As for Yuanba, he transformed directly from a martial artist with a shattered dantian who could no longer cultivate into a supreme powerhouse at the Grandmaster realm.
Upon entering the Purple-Clothed Battalion, he felt much like the triumphant scholar riding swiftly through the spring breeze, having beheld all the flowers of Chang'an in a single day.
All the half-orcs, including Leo—who was apparently their spiritual leader—welcomed her arrival with the highest interstellar courtesy: kneeling on one knee and crossing their arms over their chests in a passionate salute.
Simultaneously, they felt profound astonishment within their hearts, for these three Supreme Elders were the absolute pinnacle of strength within their Tianyang Sect.
In the cultivation world, aside from Su Qinquan, it was safe to say no one desired strength more than she did, and Ao Xi was naturally no exception.
A burly, rough-hewn man spoke as he casually flipped his own numbered tag face-down on the table—much like a drinker who could hold no more liquor and turned his cup upside down to signal that he was out of the game.

If the Gu family could produce yet another Grandmaster-level combatant, the Northern Alliance would not dare harbor restless ambitions to usurp the Gu family's position.
In his earlier years, Tan Gulai had been a formidable powerhouse of the magnificent Tianmen Sect, only to be banished to this remote place after a clash with a figure of immense power within the sect. Even so, Tan Gulai's cultivation at the Ascension stage was genuine and formidable; if he could be brought over to their side, conquering Tianlan Pavilion would be well within reach.
Tang Feng had not expected Rong Jingfang to joke with him, but he felt it was a good thing. At the very least, it brought him closer to her in spirit. In truth, the distance between the two of them had never been far at all.
The rescue team had brought along a search dog to see if they could locate any belongings of the missing hikers and thereby track them down by scent.
Now that the words were already out! Bound by a certain sense of pride and face! Although Liu弘德 (Liu Hongde) felt his statement was perhaps a bit too hasty right after uttering it, he nonetheless chose not to retract his decision.
Tao Jingye considered himself a veteran of many great storms and trials, yet he had genuinely never encountered anything quite like this.
Mo Yixi was left speechless; he too had just undergone a trial of paramount significance to his soul.
Zhou An lay rigid, playing dead on the spot. Although the Saintess of Pure Land was deeply annoying, he did not actively try to stop her, not least because he himself was finding it somewhat difficult to sleep.
"What you say is true, it is indeed the Heavenly Demon Body Guard, but even if you've seen through it, do you truly have a way to break it?" the delicate-looking man said with a cold expression.
The man before her possessed a pair of watery peach-blossom eyes rippling with amusement; when he looked at you, it seemed as though you were the sole focus of his eyes and heart, and that ambiguous light and shadow was intoxicatingly bewitching.
"Uncle Xingyun, next year on my mother's birthday, will you escort me back to Qinglin Mountain?" Whether things were good or not, wouldn't one know simply by going to see for oneself?
Just as Wang Yuetian's mind raced as he frantically devised a countermeasure, a visible spatial distortion suddenly erupted in the space dozens of miles away from him.
Besides, Chen Cheng no longer needed to cultivate the undead at present, so would he really need them in the future? When everyone eventually advanced to twelfth-tier mages, would they still deign to look at those low-tier cultivated undead? Absolutely not, right?
Yet they were half a step too late. Before they even reached beneath the tree, seven or eight torches had already encircled them in a ring. It was evident that these men in black possessed exceptional lightness skills and were clearly well-trained, moving with extreme swiftness. The leader wielded a Xirong-style wolf-tooth curved saber, and in the torchlight, his eyes—glaring from behind his cloth mask—shone with the savage ruthlessness of a wolf.