Chapter 132: Little Mulberry River Still Needs a Team of Kitchen Staff

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Whether it was merely psychological, I suddenly felt waves of icy chill behind me, as though something furry were gently brushing against my neck. My scalp instantly prickled all over. Had I really encountered a ghost?

The white lightning stubbornly held back the gigantic wave as it came rushing toward us, locking it in midair. The wave continued to surge and pile up, colliding again and again with the white arcs of electricity amid deafening thunder.

Aizhi shuddered and suddenly felt like retreating. Conditions here were far harsher than in the other world. If she had to live and work in such an environment, she might as well return to the other world and resume fighting.

“You’re tougher than I thought. Where did all that arrogance from before go?” Asama repeatedly hammered at the arm shielding the statue, hoping to break through its defenses and enter so that he could kill Xia Jing, who was concealed beneath the statue.

Seeing this, I could not help cursing Kui Shou inwardly for being such a vulgar, uncultured man. He had sullied what had been a fairly upscale club and reduced it to something utterly coarse and disgusting.

Sheets of paper folded simultaneously in midair, transforming into paper shuriken that flew toward Wang Hou and the others like a torrential rainstorm.

“Brother Chang, let’s go this way.” As he spoke, Luo Tianshun pointed along the wooden wall—toward the direction of the cupboard.

“It isn’t them...” Sakura interrupted Gao Zhi, clutching at his clothes breathlessly and signaling for him to leave.

“As long as you’ve learned it, that’s good. Practice it a few more times, and you’ll gradually master it!” Chen Feng smiled approvingly.

At that moment, however, Wang Hou frowned again. Thinking of Wapol, he was reminded once more of the Water Warrior Torrent, one of the Flame Emperor’s subordinates whom he had encountered earlier.

But just when she was feeling utterly dejected, the person who filled her with guilt and stirred emotions she could scarcely understand suddenly appeared before her—and seemed so very close. Fengyu’s expression changed several times, shifting between gloom and brightness, and for a moment she was completely at a loss.

The Crown Prince Ang and Nana had been speaking in Japanese, but An Jing’s mother was of mixed Japanese and French heritage, so An Jing’s Japanese was excellent as well. She heard his淡淡的 words—“We’re only classmates”—perfectly clearly, and the gift bag in her hand crumpled beneath her tightening grip.

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What I cared about was not the restoration of my cultivation, but being in the place closest to Brother Qingtian, where I could be filled with anticipation.

Zhang Hanke was terrified. She hurriedly supported Wu Xintian and nervously took her to the hospital.

Forget it. There was no point in overthinking things. I would get him first, and worry about the rest later! Since he could become like this because of me, it was possible that he could also return to the way he once was because of me. At that thought, a smile spread across Su Nuannuan’s face, and she placed one hand over Duan Chengyu’s hand as it rested on the mouse.

“What are you doing at my house?” Su Nuannuan had never liked Yan Ruoyan, so naturally she showed her no warmth. She also kept her distance with a hint of wariness.

“I know.” Once again, the reply came in a mild, detached tone. Lily grew somewhat irritated. She was already anxious, yet he remained so calm and unmoved.

After seeing the two cooks off, Xiang Zixi had no time to rest. She still had to discuss the arrangement of the stalls and the allocation of personnel with the others.

Every word Ji Keyin spoke pierced Su Nuannuan’s heart like a steel needle. She slowly rose and staggered toward the door.

When she saw several of the elders leave, she stared at him in confusion, wondering if perhaps he would offer her an explanation.

Time hurried past like flowing water. Five minutes later, the first wave of wild foxes had finally been wiped out completely. There was an endless amount of loot scattered across the ground, and relying on the ducks alone, we would never know when we would finish collecting it. Thus, Zui Lanlan and I also bent down to clean up the battlefield.

The seconds slipped away one by one. Gao Fei sat there serenely, watching the messengers arrive in an endless stream and observing the earnestness with which Jushou handled his work. His admiration for Jushou deepened even further.

“If you’re Hei Zi’s friend, then you’re my friend too. Come, sit, sit!” Ai Long was polite in words, but he did not actually get up.

On the top floor of a military office building in BJ City, a colonel with slicked-back hair and a bald major general sat together with grave expressions. They lit cigarettes and smoked in gloomy silence.

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“My father once told me that giving her too much money might harm her, because the other beggars in this area might rob her. Father said that excessive kindness could bring about undesirable consequences. It is called ‘knowing when to advance and when to ease off,’” Lan Ling’er said with feigned profundity.

Earlier, everyone had been fighting to appear that night. What fools they had been—ants trying to stop a chariot, utterly lacking in self-awareness.

At that moment, however, Xiao Han was in Water Creek Village delivering tea to Zhou Fang, and then taking spirit fruits to the merchants at Flower Fruit Mountain.

“Reporting to the general, we are ready.” Xiao Luan’s adjutant approached and reported to her.

But Cao Cao could no longer sit still. During the campaign against the Yellow Turbans, he had fought side by side with Liu Bei and knew Guan Yu’s strength very well. If Guan Yu went into battle, Xiahou Dun would not have to take the risk, and Guan Yu would certainly be able to kill Hua Xiong—an outcome that would benefit the overall situation.

He had wanted to go to Spring Breeze Court just now, but Gu Yue had petulantly refused to let him in. In a fit of anger, he had come here instead.

Qu Heyun looked at that character, his brows drawing together slightly as he fell silent. He did not recognize it, which left him feeling both awkward and frustrated.

“Who is lying in the hospital right now?” He took his hands off the steering wheel and waited for the other mercenaries to leave the underground parking garage.

“Whimper—whimper—” Xueqiu seemed to have heard Qu Qingge calling for it. A trace of excitement colored its voice, but there was far more pain and helplessness.

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