Chapter 29: Explain Everything to Me!

Zhong Chengren was already feeling irritable. Hearing this, he roared impatiently, "What are you shouting about? Has the sky fallen?"

The young man shrank his neck at the roar but still spoke urgently, "Your... your mother! Your mother has gone to the grain and oil station to find Recorder Meng!"

"What did you say?!" Zhong Chengren’s intoxication vanished in an instant. He bolted from his stool, his eyes wide with shock.

His mother went to find Meng Wanshu? And she brought people with her?!

At the time, she hadn't believed it, thinking the peddler was exaggerating. It wasn't until she saw the people from Bixia Valley appear that she finally began to believe it.

Combat relies not only on cultivation and techniques but also heavily on awareness. Tang Yaohui was indeed far behind; he was a novice who had only just stepped into the world. Therefore, what Tang Yaohui needed to do now was to bring his spirit and focus to their peak so as not to be caught off guard.

Chu Sangan had wanted to defend his master, but unfortunately, having been caught in the act of soliciting a prostitute just two days prior, he lacked the confidence to speak up. Fei Fei, afraid of meeting strangers, had not come; otherwise, he would have been mocked by Yu Su once again.

Although the three of them—Ruanyu, Songting, and Fangzhu—were trustworthy, some things were better left to as few people as possible.

Seeing the expression on the young man before him, how could he possibly use such a thing to deceive others? No matter what, he would never use such a matter to lie to him.

Yun Bi, who had been sending them news just last night, was now being carried out of the Bureau of Palace Ceremonies by several eunuchs from the Bureau of Palace Affairs. Her face was blue and purple, her cheeks swollen. Even though the sun was warm, Shen Fu felt a chill run through her entire body.

He rose cheerfully at this moment, and only then did Shen Fu notice that the man wore a pair of curved daggers. The gems on the hilts were a deep azure, somewhat similar to his eyes. He twiddled a gold-traced, bamboo-boned folding fan in his hand. As for that blonde hair? Half of it hung loose, looking carefree, which actually softened the demonic aura emanating from the blood-rust in his pupils.

They also knew that if they entered through the front door of the restaurant, it would indeed be somewhat inappropriate.

The ticket seller glanced at Liaofan. Although he was annoyed, since the other party was a monk, he still wanted to build a good connection.

The mysterious masked person did not waste words; he struck like lightning and wiped out the entire group.

The area near the shantytowns was rural, home to many poor people, so no wealthy individuals came here to buy land, making the land prices very cheap.

"Fine," Ji Xuan said in a hoarse voice. "I'll listen to you. If you say we learn, we learn." So, please don't make that expression again, as if, as if... everything you speak of is something that once happened to you.

Li Jian had just composed himself, preparing to watch, when his waist was stung by a hornet, causing a sudden, sharp pain.

In the midst of the conversation, another Demon King arrived. He wore green robes and had a lean build. Devoid of any demonic aura, his manners were more like those of a Taoist priest who had attained the Way.

After the wine had been served three times and the dishes had been sampled, taking advantage of everyone's high spirits, Qin Qiong spoke once more. He raised his wine bowl to signal Shen Du and said.

Xiao Yu grumbled, "Does this really require a return gift?" while following Ji Jue. After all, there were many eyes on him now, and Xiao Yu did not want to make Ji Jue lose face.

After performing a surgery, Fu Yun'an did not assist in any further treatments. He spent the rest of his time guiding Zheng Weixin and Sun Yiyao, and once he felt the time was right, he left.

Star Platinum slammed two punches into "The World," sending DIO flying backward, but Star Platinum’s movements came to a halt, and Jotaro Kujo could only move for two seconds.

L calculated it herself, then leaped up like a jumping carp and patted his back vigorously. Her voice was crisp and filled with excitement, "You're pretty good, Mu!" The young man was somewhat agitated by her dramatic commotion.

Such a late arrival by Father Hashimoto naturally left the young man, who had been waiting all day, deeply dissatisfied.