Forget it, I won't argue with a puppy.

Aunt Zhou asked over the phone, "What would A-Ling like to eat tonight? And the Fifth Young Master, too. I need to let the chef prepare."

Wen Ling glanced at Zhou Yinhhe, who was still maintaining his kneeling posture from a moment ago, and let out a soft huff. "Just make what I like to eat. Never mind him."

Before she could hang up the phone, Zhou Yinhhe suddenly lunged forward, covering Wen Ling's mouth with his palm as if to resume the matter that had been poised like an arrow on the bowstring just moments before.

Wen Ling stared at him with wide eyes, completely filled with disbelief, utterly unable to comprehend—

After studying it for a while longer without discovering anything, Xiao Li's patience finally wore thin. He decided to summon a few Hurricane Dragon-Wolf Marauders to tear the place down to its foundations, altar or stone statues be damned, just to see what was underneath.

"I am the Imperial Son of the Demonic Domain, Shao Zhongtian, not some member of the Evil Clan as you claim," Shao Zhongtian said indifferently.

"Do you really think your meager strength is enough to stand against me?" The Demon Emperor's purple eyes flashed, and he let out a cold hum. With that single snort, the heavens and earth seemed to tremble, and an infinitely terrifying oppressive force surged outward. Even Gu Cang, who had achieved the Saint-Sage body, felt a sharp, excruciating pain all over, as if he were about to be crushed into pieces.

"More than that, their strength isn't bad either. Even the ninth rank has been alerted. There are a total of two ninth-rankers, over twenty eighth-rankers, and the rest are all at the seventh-rank standard." Lloyd wore a relaxed and effortless expression, and the others did not feel any significant pressure to speak of.

After a lapse of several years, the identity of the Golden Pirate was once again placed before Sorges. But this time, how would he choose?

"Thank you, Uncle Zheng." Liu Haohao's expression of gratitude was sincere, but her attitude was overly calm, as if the person who had been brutally beaten was not her at all.

Liu Tiantian was not angered either. She glanced at them indifferently, took off her veil, tucked it under the mat, and too lazy to argue with them, walked out of the room to fetch water and wash her face.

Just after finishing the list of alternative options, Ouyang more deeply grasped the truth behind the saying, "Cheap things are no good, and good things are not cheap."

Therefore, far from feeling disgusted by his parents' stinginess, Ouyang felt a deep sense of respect for them in his heart.

However, coming up with a matching poem on the spot was no easy task. Qiao Chen'an pressed his temples with a soft sigh, finding for the very first time that even "cheating" could be this difficult.

Before coming, Yintang had already given notice to the merchants here, and the place where he was to stay had already been prepared. It was the courtyard of a wealthy merchant surnamed Lang, who was said to have some distant connection to Lang Tu under his command.

With a squeak, the iron gate that had remained unopened for many years slowly pushed open, and Wang Hong's carriage was welcomed into the estate.

Yan Yijian looked around. When she saw Gu Chen smiling at her, her heart grew warm, and a wave of sweetness surged into her mind as she giggled softly.

Feng Luoyu nodded silently. Feng Yimo was right: cultivation could be infused through the guidance of a divine seed, but this kind of instinctive combat ability could simply not be copied.

Zhou Tai truly did not enjoy the trade of banditry; after all, the reputation of water outlaws was not particularly pleasant. Furthermore, as someone who had always loathed corrupt officials and greedy gentry, he felt that engaging in this profession was far too base, even though most of the time they were robbing the rich to give to the poor.

At this moment, Zheng Kelan's mind was entirely filled with Jiang Chengce—Jiang Chengce's expression while playing the piano, the look on his face when he spoke, and the piece Jiang Chengce had just performed.

Finally, she saw that voice and smile once more, that incomparably familiar and beautiful visage, the stunning face she had yearned for day and night through countless midnight dreams. At that moment, her eyes stubbornly grew wet.

Xu Feng appeared quite calm at the moment. Since the deed he had done was already set, and death awaited him either way, there was nothing left to rack his brains over. Thus, he calmly took the teacup and drained it in a single gulp.

"Why? Dean Su, you need to make this clear." This was a contract with huge profit margins, and neither Xiao Haitong nor Xiao Yunfei wanted to lose it, so they were desperate to salvage the situation.