Volume 1, Chapter 63: Confessing the Truth to Father and Mother

Mrs. Zhao could hardly believe it, her spirits instantly lifting.
"Really? Just keeping an eye on Third Lang and reporting his every move, and they'll give us fifty taels of silver?"
Qiao Xi nodded vigorously.
"Chu Feng, let's leave first. I'll call my dad later to handle it." Seeing Chu Feng take action, Li Yanran wanted to take him away.
Gao Yuan did not attend the dinner banquet; looking at the data in his hands, he felt a wave of infinite emotion. Today could truly be described as a triumphant opening with tremendous support, as Qian Si and Wang Qiang alone contributed nearly ten million in sales.
The word "ed" had not even finished escaping his lips before a mouthful of plain water was sprayed directly across Ye Ze's face and head.
Only high-level arbiters who sustained severe injuries during missions would ever go to the Pool of Victory. This was because the pool was filled entirely with holy water, a single drop of which was worth a thousand pieces of gold.
Fu Xin accidentally glanced at a piece of skeletal remains and instantly couldn't help turning her face away, her hands trembling slightly as she leaned over the horse's back.
Hearing the voice in his earpiece, Wang Lei was so infuriated he desperately wanted to curse. There were a full three enemies, and judging by their posture, they were undoubtedly seasoned veteran killers who knew precisely how to kill and how to maximize their own operational efficiency.
She walked beneath the grape trellis in the courtyard, and after checking to ensure no one was around, she waved her hand to retrieve five baskets of fruit from her spatial storage before anyone arrived. She first filled her own family's basket to the brim with fruit; otherwise, judging by the way Shi Tie and his son guarded their food like territorial beasts, they would have hogged the entire lot.
Wan Jianyi was momentarily stunned, his expression turning grave. He realized that the Patriarch was not joking, nor was he inquiring about a marriage proposal, but was genuinely discussing the profound question of destiny.
Blade picked up the photograph, gave a whistle, and tucked it away, thereby accepting the job.
Before leaving, he told the waiter to charge everything to his tab, but this was flatly refused by Li Tingting.
The black Ancestor of Phantoms stood beside the coffin, looking around. It could sense human breathing, and no subtle change in the air could escape its ghostly perception. Its whiskers twitched slightly up and down, serving as the most powerful signal receiver in nature.
Lilith was indeed looking at Celia like that, and upon seeing Celia looking all around and not daring to meet her gaze, she let out a deep sigh. Celia was still, just, as, stupid, as, ever.
Xiao Ling knew that on the left side of the curve was a sheer cliff; falling down there would undoubtedly mean spending the rest of eternity keeping company with the King of Hell.
Wang Hu took a step onto the ten-thousandth stair, and the void behind him distorted in a shimmer, making everything down the mountain hazy and indistinct.
In the past, every time he beat Ye Cuo, he would grab Ye Cuo by the hair just like this, smashing his head against the wall while cursing Ye Cuo's family members.
"In other words, when the car accident happened, Shu Yang was conscious! It's very likely there was a mechanical problem with the car!" Xiao Ling immediately chimed in.
Melansa smiled faintly. Celia was right; whether it was the Dark Elves or the Nature Elves, the places where they lived seemed like dreamscapes to human beings.
"So that's how it is, I understand!" Hearing this, Wang Hu immediately broke into a smile, though that smile looked somewhat chilling no matter how one gazed at it.
When he heard that these so-called mutated monsters had caused hundreds of thousands of casualties in a short period of time, he had vaguely guessed at the time that these were no mere mutated beasts, but genuine demonic beasts.
This ought to have been a perfectly natural occurrence, yet deep within Qin Chuan's heart, it felt as though something vital had been lost.
The meticulously crafted fish noodles were not only used to entertain visiting merchants, but the proprietor also presented them as gifts to cloth traders hailing from various regions, allowing the Yunmeng fish noodles to spread far and wide.