Chapter 52 Written Proof

One look at Cheng Junbei’s expression was all it took for Su Li to guess what was on his mind.

Wasn't he just afraid she wouldn't have any money left to give him?

She was entirely too used to pandering to his bad habits.

Though she saw right through him, she deliberately chose to change the subject, cutting in with, "Aren't you happy, Fourth Brother? Our family actually has a bicycle now! It cost over two hundred yuan, inside and out."

Hearing this, Cheng Junbei felt even more distressed.

Over two hundred yuan?

The total compensation payout was only three hundred. Even if the old woman managed to earn money every single day, it still wasn't—

His nephew had told him just a few days ago about getting his hands on a sensational cassette tape, claiming it was going to make them a fortune. But before he even had a chance to rush over and take a look, word came from his subordinates that his nephew had been murdered, and the crime scene had been thoroughly ransacked.

Jiang Weizhao simply couldn't wrap his head around it: if failing to do homework was the sort of thing that caused people misery the next day, why was his mother the one suffering? Could it be that teachers gave her a hard time too?

Unconcealed, profound shock filled his eyes. The left hand holding the dagger began to tremble uncontrollably.

"What is going on here?" In the chaotic void, Su Lu looked at her transparent self, now completely awake.

Although he had just heard that the heavenly flame had already been snatched away by someone else, he still came to take a look, clinging to a scavenger's mentality.

I, Kong Zhao, am a martial artist at heart. While I could never claim to have lived a remarkably stellar life, I... truly never imagined I would fall to such a state.

"Get to sleep early. You have to wake up bright and early tomorrow morning," Su Lu thought to herself with irrepressible joy. Xiao Se was finally going on a long journey.

Hearing the voice, Han Mengqi started in surprise, then hurriedly walked over once she saw clearly who it was.

The entity referring to itself as "Ash" placed a hand upon Hong Shenji's forehead, and streams of grey energy began pouring into Hong Shenji's body.

Thinking about it carefully now, she felt that Tong Li gave off the natural air of a commander; whatever she said, others would obey unconditionally.

Golden light showered across the nine provinces, and the people's minds absorbed the teachings previously imparted by Shen Tianzong with even greater clarity as their deepest memories were thoroughly awakened.

Before he could reach out, however, a dark shadow rushed out of thin air. Following a violent jolt to his body, he lowered his head.

With the battlefield in such utter chaos, there was not a shred of safety left along the defensive line; everywhere else was a complete death trap.

None of that mattered, though. Li Anqi had long since transcended worldly affairs, and He Quan had only added him as a friend to send some detailed information regarding first- and second-tier warrior advancement.

The moment Lin Luxi’s voice trailed off, the wrought-iron gates of the Fang family courtyard swung open, and Yan Yufang appeared in the doorway with a beaming smile.

The Open, Rest, and Life gates are the three auspicious gates; the Death, Hurt, and Harm gates are the three ominous gates; the Du and Jing gates are neutral. If an auspicious gate is overcome, its auspiciousness fails to materialize; if an ominous gate is overcome, its disaster cannot rise. When auspicious gates generate one another, there is great benefit; when ominous gates generate one another, calamity is hard to avoid. When auspicious gates overcome their palace, good fortune fails; when ominous gates overcome their palace, matters turn even more perilous.

Early the next morning, Mi Shanxue ate the breakfast Ah Xiu had prepared with her own hands, and the discomfort brought on by his hangover subsided significantly.

Hu Gan nodded, collapsing weakly against the back cushion. His previously glowing complexion had turned ashen; the blow of losing his son made Hu Gan look a decade older in an instant. In this eastern expedition, the death of his son meant that even conquering the entire Huazhou region could not ease the pain of his bereavement.

"However, if you rush forward right now and help Su Yi stall that sandy-pelted bear, you might just be able to snatch a glimmer of survival," Zhou Wutian said.

Qin Ming snapped back to his senses and raised his head, staring at the blank white ceiling as he blinked gently, fighting back the tears in his eyes to keep them from falling. He rarely found himself in such a state of complete, unreserved immersion.

The call disconnected. Less than ten seconds later, Chen Lin received a multimedia message. In the age of messaging apps, text messages were rarely used for sending pictures unless the two parties weren't connected on those platforms. Chen Lin tapped open the MMS, and his pupils contracted instantly.

Faced with Lin Chuxia’s evaluation, Yun Chen gave a slightly dazed twitch of his nose, murmuring inwardly to himself.