Chapter 75: Watching Little Money Flutter Through the Sky

"Wow, we've already sold ten pieces!"
My cousin took advantage of the shop owner's absence—she'd gone to the public restroom—to happily count the money we'd made from selling clothes. "We earn three yuan per piece, ten pieces means thirty. If we make thirty a day, that's nine hundred a month. Who says you can't make a living selling clothes? Once I reach a thousand, I'll throw the money in my mother's face, let her look down on me then..."

My cousin was getting carried away!

Lin Xiyu exchanged a glance with her uncle, both sharing the same thoughts.

After all, it was perfectly normal for the Flower Demon of the Other Shore to cultivate in seclusion for a hundred years—such a span was but a drop in the ocean to them.

The king of the Junlan Empire had ordered her to follow Xiao Jian, but it was also a form of surveillance. Xiao Jian had always known, yet he never exposed it. If you do nothing wrong, you need not fear ghosts knocking at your door. Since Xiao Jian had no intentions against the Junlan Empire, he simply let it be.

The Three Immortal Thunderbolts were even more powerful than the World-Destroying Divine Thunder—these were the mightiest bolts of all, enough to strike terror into the hearts of the two.

At this moment, Xiao Mei appeared disheveled, her face flushed, breathing quick and shallow. Her large, dewy eyes gazed at Xiao Jian, her expression dazed.

After giving instructions in a casual tone, Princess Ning Hao of Fantian County closed her eyes once more. Having received his orders, Nong Shan dared not delay and immediately announced the start of the fifth match.

Not long ago, she had sent a message to Qing Cai, telling her about her plans for revenge. She had expected Qing Cai to scold her, but the rebuke never came.

The Water of Forgetfulness held no chance of restoring lost memories. Yet, if the person involved was Yanshan Pavilion, the Emperor's heart still wasn't entirely certain.

The people of Bishui Village cared deeply about saving face. With Qiao Jinhui in such a state, their village's reputation was thoroughly disgraced.

As for the enemy navy that had fled, they'd been completely silent these past few days. Chen Mo sent out scout boats, only to find that the entire group had holed up in Xicheng. Having gained nothing at Wucheng, they retreated to Xicheng to nurse their wounds.

"Lock up the Dream Eater Beast first; we'll go out," Ye Jingluo decided after a moment. Right now, treating Chen Lingling was the top priority.

Xu Zhou instinctively reached out to catch the collapsing figure. The person who had appeared so suddenly fell limp in his arms, utterly motionless, like a lifeless doll.

"I think I can break through to Grand Soulmaster this time," said a middle-aged man, his whole body glowing with a silvery metallic sheen.

Glancing at the alarm clock by the bed—only six thirty—Wei Yichen forced himself to get up. After a quick wash, he went jogging.

Wei Yichen not only revived an electronics company on the brink of bankruptcy, but continued to expand it steadily.

When the dust settled, the man with the chicken-claw hands was left with just one hand and one foot. The brothers with the sword and knife had been rammed by him, blood spraying from their mouths as they lay on the ground, utterly spent.

People with powerful official backgrounds seldom mix in the entertainment industry, though there are a few exceptions.

When Qin Yu revived, the new tyrant had just respawned. Both teams converged at Dragon Pit, tugging and countering each other. As before, Yang Sinian and the midlaner focused all their firepower on Qin Yu, clearly intent on killing him for the third time in a row.

He might not understand others well, but Pei Yunying's temperament was all too familiar to him. Even if she doubted his motives, as long as he did nothing to harm Yuyin, Pei Yunying would not harm him.

He had originally wanted to cling to Ye Feng's coattails and pull off a big job together, but before they could even join forces, his conservative family called a halt to the plan.

Kakashi stared at Monday, aware that illusions had no effect on him—and could even rebound. Hong was proof enough. The Monday before him now was smirking, his free hand brandishing sharp claws as he lunged at Kakashi.

One after another, the second and third villages were established, marking the end of the battle for the top three rankings.

Entering the living room, he saw only one man inside—none other than Hu Qike, lounging with his legs crossed and a thick Cuban cigar clamped between his teeth. As the ember glowed and faded, Director Hu leisurely blew perfect smoke rings into the air.