"...After the Southwest War, all parties under Heaven harbored thoughts about the Huaxia Army... Wen Shoubin, seduced by the great Confucian scholars like Tian Song, although engaged in flesh trade, felt it was quite righteous. At that time, he took me and five sisters to the Southwest, intending to do something... He originally wanted to use me and my elder sisters to corrupt the high-ranking officials in the Southwest Army. However, after arriving in the Southwest, in order to get in touch with several great Confucian scholars, he had no choice but to send the eldest sister, second sister, and third sister out to sleep with them first. Only then did he gain the favor of those great Confucian scholars."

Just as Fu Jinchen stepped into the elevator, Yao Xinyi emerged from a taxi and immediately recognized Fu Jinchen's back.

This greatly surprised Ross, who never expected that the seemingly aloof Jhin would engage in such underhanded tactics.

"Damn it, at the rate you're eating, there won't be any left to sell before we even start," Yu Luo cursed, while continuing to shovel rice into his mouth.

No wonder. Xiao Yue had been cultivating her own power for over a decade, and such a long time was enough to accomplish many things.

Perhaps when things quieted down at night, he would reflect and realize that such actions were unwise.

She heard his heavenly voice speaking to her. At that moment, her entire world was reduced to this man named Ouyang Liu Xiang.

What a strange person. Lu Xia thought to herself. But, having been in this city for so long, he was still the first person she had encountered with the Four Clans bloodline. Of course, excluding the people at the Four Heavens Cleaning Company.

"Lord, did you order the three commanderies and one kingdom to fully harvest crops last month because you foresaw today?" Jia Xu asked, his face flushed.

The monthly sales volume of spicy sticks has already exceeded 85 million packs, which is definitely a terrifying figure.

"Hehe, teacher, please, let's go find Ebisu." Yu Luo bowed and adjusted the black pot on his back, chuckling. He was also a pot-carrying king.

"Remember, rely on yourself, let go of all attachments, and empty your heart." Murong Jiajia's figure gradually disappeared, turning into a wisp of green smoke and drifting into the Spirit Gathering Jade.

The crowd gazed in the direction Fatso was staring, only to find nothing but trees and weeds.

"That's the idea, but if you keep spinning like this, I might reconsider," Nan He said deliberately, not to spoil his fun, but to make him stop, as she was getting dizzy.

Meanwhile, Mingyangzi wielded the Crescent Sword Style. Although the swordplay wasn't particularly powerful, the flexibility of the willow branch perfectly complemented it, allowing him to display the martial art to its fullest extent.

My ears were still ringing, but I could no longer hear the singing. I glanced curiously at my master and saw that he had already taken a peach wood sword from my backpack. He weighed it in his hand and tentatively took two steps forward.

"Young Mistress, the Young Master has returned." Uncle Zhong opened the door and said respectfully. He glanced up and saw that Ji Lingfei was still facing away from him, without any reaction. He sighed softly, opened the door, and left.

It's impossible that the entire shopping plaza has no computers. The cashiers alone need many computers, not to mention there's an arcade next door. There are countless arcade machines inside. If a ghost emerged from each arcade machine, then they would die without a complete corpse.

Lu Yan snorted coldly, and a strange thing happened. The two Tibetan mastiffs, each over six feet tall and fierce as wolves, suddenly stopped when they got close to Lu Yan and hesitated.

He was so earnest, as if he wanted to tear out his heart and show it to her. Yu Qingmei trembled all over and, after a few seconds, shook off his hand.

Yu Qingmei stretched out her arms and hugged the child tightly, so tightly, murmuring a few words. The feeling in her arms was so real, the child's warmth, the child's heartbeat, all so clear. Yes, this was her child.

He finally mustered up the courage, reached out, and tremblingly traced the outline of her eyebrows and eyes. Each of her eyebrows, her eyelashes, were so beautiful.