Chapter 118: Understanding
By the third day, Xie Lin was able to wake up on his own, though he still needed more sleep than an ordinary person. This greatly eased Gu Zhuo’s burden.
Seeing this, Gu Dashan no longer insisted on staying.
Given the circumstances, Gu Zhuo felt it improper to continue shirking his duties and returned to his post as a scorekeeper.
Fortunately, the scorekeeper’s work was relatively flexible—usually just an hour in the morning and an hour in the afternoon, which was manageable.
When Li Bufu entered White Horse Manor, he saw neither a single white horse nor the manor’s master.
On the vast ground lay a huge, deep claw mark, stretching long and plunging into the earth—a chilling and terrifying sight.
Wait... what strange thing has snuck in? Am I really this unlucky? Mo Yuan thought to herself. But more importantly, she heard it clearly.
Following the same crowd step by step, Chu Ge confidently took the stage until he received his test paper.
Both of them came from military families. Even if they were dissatisfied with Li Yanfeng, when it came to matters of "righteousness," they would hardly oppose him outright; at worst, they might differ in style.
The tide of battle turned in an instant! Walker was already weak, and now, having lost an arm, he could no longer fight Mao Kese.
Moreover, in such a terrifying apocalypse, even if you once had immense wealth, you might no longer afford a personal driver in this era.
The two elders looked at Li Bufu with seemingly gentle eyes, but within was the sharpness of a hidden sword, barely revealing a glint of menace.
He clapped his hands, and the people behind him opened the door to reveal countless iron-bowed crossbows and repeating crossbows, all aimed directly here.
Inside the house, Mo Yan was restless and anxious. Since the argument with Mo Huai that day, a powerful restriction had been placed on the house, locking him in place.
Coincidentally, this family was the Hong Bin household, from whom Coral had taken silver and clothes just before rushing to Yangzhou City that night.
She remembered the face that suddenly turned back so clearly—the ferocity and coldness seemed to bear some unresolved grudge against her. But to her, since the fishing village was built, she had greatly facilitated the fishermen, enabling them to earn more silver here. Why would this happen?
Just as this was said, Xu Lin and Shi Jie walked in together. This was an independent ward and looked decent enough, Ning Qian.
The staff spoke as they pulled out several IOUs and placed them on the table. The notes were indeed from that beverage company, dated last year, and didn’t appear forged.
After hearing Huangfu Rou’s orders, everyone busied themselves decorating the manor with festive red cloth, creating a joyous and serene atmosphere. Along with other dark guards, they set up several lantern stands in the courtyard, hanging many red lanterns.
Author’s note: How much do you love fried chicken? Is it really to avoid waste? Or were you just not full?
Qing Ying returned to the courtyard, checked each room carefully, and after ensuring all valuables were taken, mounted a horse and left swiftly.
Meng Changsheng quietly admired Fanhai’s state of mind. Such tranquility was rare; though he considered himself calm and rational, he couldn’t help but respect Fanhai’s composure—unmoved by joy or sorrow. Anyone could say such things, but how many could truly live by them?
Kang Qiao lazily lay on the bed, bored, gazing at the long-missed sunlight reflected on the ceiling, his heart swelling with endless affection.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Princess Ni Chang’s venomous expression. She trembled but dared not defy Xiao Yunhuai’s anger.
"These four stars here indicate that I am a four-star alchemist!" Han Bing said with pride. Indeed, to reach the rank of a fourth-grade alchemist at her age was truly remarkable.