52 "Took the Wrong Medicine"

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Old Lu hurried home upon hearing the family money was gone. The first thing he did upon arrival was to check the money box. Seeing this, Mrs. Lu turned pale but forced herself to ask, "You didn’t touch the money?"
"Even if I did, I wouldn’t take it all," Mr. Lu said irritably.
He frantically searched for the money but couldn’t find a trace.
Angrily, he smashed the money box to the ground, his face fierce and threatening.
"Where is the money? Who exactly took it?"
Of course, Brother Jiang, given your feelings for Miss Bai, that bracelet must be something you cherished deeply, yet you still risked everything.
Yun Yueyao considered herself magnanimous; she hadn’t ransacked everything here clean, which was already generous. Did you want her to perform some grand charity that benefits all people?
As expected, not a single carrier pigeon sent from Snowflake Manor returned. Ximen Wushuang’s defenses were truly formidable—probably not even a fly could get out.

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With a powerful leap, Wallace counterattacked like a monster, quickly catching up to Yang Ke. Raising his arm high, his eagle-like eyes precisely locked onto the basketball in Yang Ke’s left hand midair.
On the nineteenth day of the first lunar month, early in the morning, the household bustled with preparations. Several aunts came over to help—sorting dishes, organizing rice and vegetables, pasting window decorations and wedding symbols—all divided into tasks, chatting and laughing.
Shaking his head, Yang Ke carried the basketball to the other side of the outdoor court, performed a warm-up routine, then began training.
Especially notable was the explosive power of the Flame Burst Pill, which burned away all the poisonous swamp gas within a certain radius, and under its overwhelming force, dispersed the toxic fumes completely.
Zhu Jin hurried through the corridor and found Tian Jin beneath a flourishing osmanthus tree.
Unexpectedly, this shop was actually set up by their second son and his associates. Seeing it clearly before entering, Zhu Jin was taken aback.
Upon hearing this, the entire council chamber erupted in commotion. They had deliberated for a long time and never proposed surrender. It was understandable, given they commanded a million troops while the enemy had only a mere eighty thousand. Just those numbers were intimidating; who wouldn’t believe their position was rock-solid?
She studied late into the night, and her mother stayed with her, neither urging nor scolding. Every night before bed, she would prepare milk for her.
At this moment, he was stunned because Shen Feng revealed the profound mysteries within this manure.
Previously, he had never truly paid attention to this lady, assuming she merely won the old madam’s favor through cunning, which allowed her to marry into the Sheng family.

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The left-handed swordsman, Zuo Leng, had no desire to be a servant to humans. And for a wealthy man to hire someone to risk their life was rare. So ordinarily, he had his own business—selling kidneys for money.
Heroes not only enjoy honor and status but also bear great risks. Being a hero is an extremely dangerous profession, often requiring battles against ruthless and vicious villains.
"Who do you think will win the duel between Deputy Captain Sun and Captain Shen?" someone whispered quietly.
Power and wealth were trivial to her. Even though she knew the Qin family might rise further, there was not a trace of envy in her words.
The second, third... until the seventh magic crystal turned to light ash and vanished, only then did the energy depletion within the phantom slow down.
Because out of Zhang Jing’s twelve meridians, ten were sealed and completely blocked. Even Tang Xiao’s silver needle spirit was repelled, indicating some spiritual force within those meridians was countering Tang Xiao’s methods.
The soul-attached blood butterflies needed to root themselves in the cultivator’s soul, capable of resisting fluctuations in the cultivator’s spirit, so they paid great attention to their own souls.
It was mid-June, and in Yanjing the heat was considerable. Peng Xiangming, who had just been pushing, pulling, and lifting two large suitcases, had sweat soaking through the back of his T-shirt.