Chapter 136: A New Year Filled with Warmth

The dazzling fireworks show attracted a large crowd.

In no time, the open space was surrounded by people. Charmed by this rare and magnificent display, they all tilted their heads back, bursting into gasps of amazement and cheers.

"My word, these fireworks are gorgeous! Way grander than the ones put on by the county!"

"You said it! Teacher Li's son-in-law is truly thoughtful. He must have spent a fortune!"

"Old Lin, this son-in-law of yours is something else, bringing such a spectacle right to our residential compound—"

Shen Tianchi was likely in the exact same situation. After being killed and then "resurrected," he had been controlled to carry out this high-energy bomb attack.

Of course, Tong Yanfeng could not be certain of the plan's probability of success. Everything was rooted in his trust in Wang Qinian. On this matter, Qin Wuyi held the exact same reasoning and perspective.

"One: Clear out the thirty remaining altars across the world, and eliminate at least thirty white-robed priests."

Every single one of those legendary puppets was a peerless genius once renowned throughout the Arad Continent. Yet, after death, their souls and bodies were harvested by the God of Death to become puppets serving his will.

From morning till noon, from noon till afternoon, and from afternoon until dusk, Su Yan strolled around completely unfazed, yet he did not purchase a single item the entire time.

The interpreter was frightened out of his wits, but seeing the menacing look on the young man's face and the gun in his hand, he had no choice but to translate truthfully.

A researcher who was on very good terms with Wang Qinian walked over and quietly asked Night Shadow to clarify the situation. He knew all too well that when Wang Qinian was agitated and restless, no information could be extracted from him. If one wanted to help him, the only way was to figure out the situation from someone else.

As Lin Xi spoke, his voice trembled slightly. He could hardly believe his eyes; the woman he had yearned for in his dreams had suddenly appeared before him. His first instinct was that this could not be real, that it was merely an illusion.

After reclining in his chair and conducting a thorough analysis, Jiang Honglin still leaned toward the latter possibility. Consequently, he grew intensely curious about what Cui Gang and Chen Zhihai might discuss.

Coming before the metallic sphere for the second time, it remained dazzlingly bright even in such heavy rain, without a single speck of mud splashing onto it.

Nangong Lang's lips twitched slightly. That was indeed true; acting like a ruthless creditor really made the path to wealth much easier.

Along the way, countless tents were scattered on both sides of the village path. Everyone he met greeted Su Pan'er, and upon catching sight of Mother Su, they all wore expressions of "as expected."

Furthermore, the one who had provoked Imperial Concubine Cheng was Qingmei, in whom Haoning had invested and wasted years of deep affection.

Yet Fang Luo's bizarre language beforehand, combined with those four words, made Li Ling's heart tighten with anxiety.

As her voice trailed off, the Third Imperial Prince's Primary Consort flung herself onto the ground at Yin's feet, one hand tightly gripping the hem of his trousers while a flash of calculation crossed her eyes.

Perhaps because crucian carp were unsuited for grilling, or perhaps because her palate had changed, or perhaps because the person sharing the grilled fish was not the right one, the fish did not taste nearly as good as she remembered from her memories.

Han Yingxue stepped out of the room, while Tuoba Yu'er and Han Yingwu had already neatly washed up and dressed themselves.

"I'll go ahead and sense the presence of Jinzi and Xiaoyi, you go search that side." Without waiting for the reply of the core array devourer, Ye Qingluo turned around and walked in the direction of the wealthy district.

"Princess Xiazhu, did I say... you could leave?" With her arms crossed and a rebellious swagger in her gait, Ye Qingluo paced toward the tavern entrance, blocking the path of the group.

Having lived in this world for more than a decade, Qu Youyou had not only grown to love it, but had also come to understand it deeply. Although the so-called pugilistic world existed, when living the life of an ordinary person, martial arts and the like were not really all that important; ordinary people could still live quite comfortably.