Chapter 37: The Troublemaking Villagers
“If your production team doesn’t buy every last vegetable from my farm today, I’ll expose you online.”
“You’ve accepted vegetables from everyone else, so why refuse mine? What’s wrong with my produce? I’m not even asking for a high price.”
“This is outrageous! Everyone, come and see how this program is bullying people.”
Yu Danxue and the other guests exchanged glances when they heard this.
“Little auntie, the four of you children keep eating.”
Luo Li, driven by curiosity and an intense spirit of inquiry, used a succession of different methods to kill Mr. Immortal one hundred and eighty-seven times.
“All right, all right. Contributing to humanity is part of our duty. Now hurry up and give us the reward—I’m eager to make my third advancement!” Chen Xi interrupted impatiently.
After tidying himself up and eating breakfast, Fu Sheng drove to the building where Song Weiwei lived. He honked twice, and Song Weiwei ran downstairs.
“Yes! Beneath the sink in the bathroom!” Mei Wuqing felt the pain in her foot growing worse and stopped arguing with Lin Feng.
Lin Feng did not dare turn on the light. He could only feel his way toward his room. Fortunately, he was now cultivating the Cosmic Body; otherwise, in the darkness, he would have been completely blind.
Lin Jiaren rolled his eyes at him again and said solemnly, “I’m telling the truth. You Xian told me so herself. She said that once I had fully recovered from my injuries, I should ask the elders of her family to arrange the match and send the betrothal gifts, so that I could formally marry her!”
This was clearly referring to Sun Jing—the younger brother of Sun Jian, and therefore the uncle of the two sisters, Shangxiang and her elder sister.
“What an astonishing technique! It actually broke through my Metal Escape Technique!” Jin Yan was utterly shocked. The escape art he had just used was a deadly ultimate move formed from refined metal essence. When an ordinary Profound Realm cultivator encountered it, failure to escape meant certain death.
Director Zhao reached out to pick up his card and froze in bewilderment. Just moments ago, he had clearly seen that only an ace was highest. How had it suddenly become a Tractor hand? Seeing Fu Sheng’s expression, he understood at once. He quickly arranged his cards and announced a five-hundred-yuan bet.
By this point, that mysterious voice had finally regained consciousness, just as Lin Feng asked it all the questions that had been troubling him.
The Chang Wuhen before him clearly possessed a relatively pure dragon-blood lineage, which was why he could unleash such overwhelming pressure.
At the very moment the two giants collapsed, a crisp sound rang out. It seemed their energy had been exhausted, for the colored indicator lights on their chests began flashing in unison.
The chill mountain wind swept past, setting the countless trees swaying and scattering leaves through the air. After the great battle, the mountains were scarred and devastated, carrying the bleak, murderous desolation of autumn.
“What exactly have you obtained? Why are you so determined to find the Lanya Tribe—and even replace the clan elders and the priests?” Jiutian questioned Kang Xinming.
After walking several hundred meters, Lingxiao found Black Wind Tower almost within reach. Then, all at once, he stopped and turned his gaze toward one of the roadside stalls.
Although Murong Yuying said this, Shen Jun and Shangguan Ying could still hear the unmistakable tone of rejection in her voice. This time, Shen Jun did not dare provoke Murong Yuying and merely kept talking with Hua Tian from the side.
“If you believe your opinion is unimportant, you may choose not to express it.” His gaze was filled with confidence.
“Nonsense!” the captain of the guards shouted angrily, trying to aim the gun in his hand at the person opposite him.
That day, after Jiang Feng once again returned empty-handed, Hua Tian was confined to the water prison according to the usual routine. Yet barely half an incense stick later, Hua Tian was hauled out once more.
Because the enemy had too much crowd control, Ji Han did not sell his Mercury item after returning to base to replenish his supplies. Besides, he did not have enough money to craft a Quicksilver Scimitar, so he simply bought himself an elixir that increased his health.
Tuoba Ku’s brows drew tightly together. After studying Xu Zheng for a long while, he nodded heavily. Two hundred people remained within the limits of what he could bear. Having just gone through a battle, he could add those two hundred to the list of the dead and conceal the truth from everyone.