Renting the Grand Canteen for a Banquet

The next day, after breakfast, Father Su took Su Qiao's household registration booklet and headed to the Sang family's place.

On her way to work, Su Qiao couldn't help marveling at how extraordinary this era truly was. Her old man could simply take her household registration booklet and get the newly purchased house registered under her name.

Little did Su Qiao know, Father Su had pulled strings and used personal connections; under normal circumstances, nobody else could have managed such a feat. Especially since the Sang family's house had long been coveted by others—and not just one person. It was just a matter of those people getting word...

Gu Xinian was also thoroughly exasperated. Yet when it came to a battle of wits and words, Ye Qinglan was not the least bit inferior to him. In terms of aura, she was even sharper and more imposing. For a moment, he could not think of any way to persuade her.

Following a series of loud, explosive impacts, Professor Lao and the senior student were sent flying dozens of meters away, crashing violently into the laboratory wall and blasting a massive, gaping hole through it.

The attributes of the Dark Mad Python left one utterly speechless. The moment Yang Fan was bound by it, a combat notification appeared, indicating a loss of 20 health points per second until the player broke free from the giant python's restraint.

My voice echoed within the dilapidated house like a feverish dream. I stared wide-eyed at everything around me, simply waiting for death to claim me. A normal person could survive for more than ten days without food, but given my current condition, my bodily functions would likely be completely exhausted in less than two days.

"I refuse to accept this! You're fighting dirty! Do you dare to fight like a real man? Do you dare?" Li Ping roared hysterically, his cries filled with unresigned fury and wrath.

Old Yan smiled faintly at Fang Chen in response. The fact that he could instantly guess what was on his mind indicated that Old Yan's spiritual power was likewise extraordinarily formidable.

Sha Kuanglan suddenly caught a whiff of an oppressive, sickeningly pungent stench of fresh blood emanating from his opponent, released now that it was no longer suppressed.

All casual banter along the way is omitted. After about an hour or so, the carriage finally came to a slow halt. Sitting in the carriage for so long had been suffocating. The moment it stopped, Ye Qingrou eagerly lifted the carriage curtain to look outside.

Such an important undertaking could naturally not be accomplished overnight. Merely getting to know all the shop managers and accountants, and becoming familiar with the industries run by each shop, was enough to keep Xue Yushu endlessly busy. Because of this, Xue Yushu spent his entire day occupied with socializing and dealing with a slew of estate stewards.

"Yes, we destroyed the Crystal Nexus of the Sickle Army and successfully seized their base," Yang Fan stated matter-of-factly.

"I cherish talent and don't wish to see you die young. Now, I'll give you two choices." The old general let out a soft sigh, looking as though he were gazing at his younger self, and pointed toward the tabletop.

Jun Wuyao never overly interfered in Jun Wuxie's affairs. He possessed the capability to do so, yet disdained to use it, because he knew that what Jun Wuxie desired was never a powerful backing, but rather her own inner strength.

Yet Hua Yao's face remained utterly expressionless. Not even her gaze swept toward Qiao Chu; instead, her eyes fell upon the space behind him, a trace of lingering astonishment hidden deep within them.

"So what? Very well, if there is nothing else, I'll be leaving now. Stop bothering me." He Xi did not bother to deny it either. He exchanged a brief signal with Wu Xin beside him and prepared to leave.

Another equally vital high-level artery leading out of Beijing to the east extended northeastward past the Great Wall, connecting Chengde, Chifeng, Chaoyang, Shenyang, and other regions.

"Your Majesty, this map is not..." Wu Yao, having approached unnoticed at some point, also seemed to discern something and said somewhat hesitatingly. Yet, as if recalling something, he left the rest of his sentence unsaid, though his expression unmistakably betrayed his absolute certainty that he recognized exactly whose landscape map this was.

Gu Changsheng had smoothed her temper by now and was thoroughly enjoying her bowl of bean curd pudding. As she watched her beloved son eating with gusto, she cast curious, lively glances all around. The customers at the bean curd stall had been rather startled by her earlier outburst, and seeing her look their way, they hurriedly lowered their heads and turned aside as if afraid she might charge them money.