Chapter 49: That Bed Was the Only Thing Grandfather Left Behind

"Sell the bed?"
"Which bed are you talking about?"
My cousin and cousin-in-law dared not meddle in the affairs of the adults and pretended to be invisible, but when they heard talk of selling the bed, they couldn’t keep quiet any longer and rushed out from the inner room.
"Which bed do you think?"
Aunt frowned. "Aside from that antique, none of the other furniture in this house would fetch much if we sold it all together."
"No, don’t!"
My cousin grew anxious. "That bed is our family heirloom; we can’t sell it."
Su He glanced at Chen Huaqing. The man’s bearing alone marked him as someone of status. Knowing Zhang Zhenduan had serious matters to discuss, she took the card and quietly left.
"The Nine Sons of the Candle Dragon actually lost!" Candle Nine Yin’s expression darkened, his gaze toward the East Sea growing complicated.
Meiduo refused to let things go. She teased Lin Tian, brushing her hands across his chest and poking at him, but Lin Tian had focused his mind, entering a meditative state, and seemed utterly insensible to her touch, ignoring Meiduo completely.

Unconvinced! Unwilling to believe it! He tried a few more times, but the gate to the courtyard simply would not open. In the end, he could only give up.
Gazing at the barren land before him, thinking of the crowded population in Qiyuan, Zhuangzi could not help but feel a myriad of emotions.
"There’s nothing particularly special about it; the only odd thing is the shape—it’s octagonal," Kaba answered after a pause, while everyone else remained silent.
Yet, she had no grounds for anger. She understood more clearly than anyone else what had set these things in motion, and though she thought she was beginning to understand this mysterious man—or at least knew more about him—she now realized she knew nothing at all.
Although everyone was surprised that Jiang Yikang had broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage in just two years, it was clear that his breakthrough had only just occurred. Among the contestants, his cultivation was probably the weakest.
Some martial artists went to tremendous lengths to obtain a trial talisman, then traveled far to enter one of the six sacred lands of cultivation. The Collapsing Mountain Tribe was a sanctuary for body-tempering warriors, and many martial artists came here with their trial talismans without hesitation.
He thought, I can’t jump onto the roof because it’s too high, but I should be able to get onto the courtyard wall. The wall isn’t that tall, and if I can’t jump it, I can always climb.
What’s more, this thing would parasitize the giant cicada monkeys, using them as food and incubators for its young, causing the hosts immense suffering. The monkeys would become frenzied and unable to eat, violently attacking anything in sight.
"I was never some divine healer; that title was never something I wanted," Xiao Yihuan had long wished to cast off that reputation.
He put on his armband, not giving it much thought. His main reason for coming out was to let Coco adjust to life on the surface.

"Let’s find Wu Tian first. He’ll surely want to check things out upstairs. If we go together, we’ll know what’s going on," said the man in black.
So this guy was actually Yue Dengxian! Link and Bai Suzhen’s true forms had already skirted this place.
Meng Wei was anxious. She returned to the tent and quietly ate with Zhen’er, though she had little appetite. She had been to the palace a few times with Ye Zichuan and had also seen the Third Prince a few times. She wasn’t sure what would happen if she went out now—if the two met, would the Third Prince still recognize her?
The votes were in—they would have to invite the professor. It was also a chance to see whether their current breeding methods were effective, and if there were any problems.
So, Zhao Zhuhua made a few attempts to cozy up, and Liu Ningya cast her a few meaningful glances in secret, but never said anything openly. Zhao Zhuhua took it as a good sign.
The sweltering July heat was enough to make anyone irritable, but with the intelligent stapler’s impressive sales numbers, Chen Changan didn’t feel bothered at all.
When Zhang Chuhan finally came to her senses and wanted to salvage her pride, she looked up, but Yu Yi and Diwu Qingfan were nowhere to be seen.
Whether what he said was true or not, his words gave people reassurance. Many willingly handed their money over to the company, signed contracts, and were promised that the company would return their money in full at the end of the term, along with twice the interest offered by the bank.