Chapter 134: Is the Cost Really Impossible to Lower Any Further?

The next morning, Lu Yu took several security guards and drove to the city, intending to catch the movie. Shi Zixuan and Qin Xiaomian, having dressed up, joined him for the trip. Although they had already seen it once, that did not stop them from wanting to watch it again.

Xu Chengliang drove with focused intensity. In the backseat, Shi Zixuan and Qin Xiaomian leaned against Lu Yu’s shoulders, their bodies soft and languid. They pulled out their phones to show him some film reviews. Last night, having long been starved of affection, Lu Yu had been relentless.

As he journeyed onward, he estimated that he had been flying for over a month; as for where he was, he had no idea at all.

I had always thought of her as ignorant, willful, and headstrong, but the person I saw today seemed calmer than any of us. In that instant, I felt I understood what my senior brother saw in her.

"Get up, get up, get up!" A series of harsh shouts rang out. It was the auxiliary policeman, Shun Zi, who had entered and was using a rubber baton to poke the dazed Chai Hua and his cohorts awake.

Yi Feng’s expression shifted; a full-force blow from a Heaven Spirit Realm expert was something his third-level Thunder Prison could not withstand.

On the other side, Jiang Yu was a man of decisive action. Under his leadership, the City Lord’s Mansion successfully took over the Sun family’s assets, greatly bolstering their strength.

The Earth-Drilling Dragon practiced hard qigong; not to mention Mo Xiaosheng’s fists, even a wooden club would fail to harm him.

What wine goes with Sichuan cuisine? Both beer and baijiu work. The beer everyone drank that night was Liuquan Dark Beer and Tsingtao Beer, and the baijiu was none other than the "World’s First Inn" spirit—specifically requested by Chai Hua.

"Brother, I heard there’s some village called Xixiace around here that raises honeybees?" Chai Hua suddenly recalled what Mao Dalu had mentioned earlier about the beekeeping.

Gradually, his speed slowed slightly; he was waiting for the Fifth Fiend of the Heavenly Ghosts to step into the trap.

The arrows of spiritual energy struck the neighboring house, instantly reducing the row of buildings to countless fragments of rubble and debris.

"Uh..." Ye Zihan paused, having forgotten that Gong Shaoqing did not understand the meaning of "virgin."

I was furious and swung my fist at him. He feigned fear and dodged, and only then did I sullenly pull my hand back.

"Dad, Mom, why are you here again?" Zhuang Qingqing asked, looking at her parents.

But is that truly the case? Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn’t, for I am not Da Niu; I am merely sharing my own perspective.

In fact, I have also discovered that once a person has been idle for too long, they lose the desire to work. Perhaps it is just as most ordinary people say: doing something is always better than being idle, after all, there will be plenty of times in the future when money is needed.

As I spoke, I furrowed my brows and gestured with my hands, trying to describe that vexing and awkward situation. Unfortunately, I could not put it into words, so I had to put my hands down in frustration, my expression growing even more dejected.

Ning Yue had told her she was taking care of Jiang Xu at the hospital and asked her not to tell anyone else, so even when she was pressured and forced to explain her whereabouts, she said nothing.

The body departs, the voice fades, the traveler in the dust is hard to forget. Who do I recognize? Who knows me? The path grows distant, and in this sequence of events, there is nowhere left to search.

His sharp, hawk-like gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds before slowly drifting downward.

Even as Empress, Meng Guqing followed the customs of a daughter-in-law, first serving the Empress Dowager during the meal. Seeing the Empress Dowager’s favorite white meat and blood sausage in the center of the table, she softly instructed someone to bring it closer.

It would be one thing if this son were merely short-sighted, but to be so arrogant and reckless—it truly made him want to strike the boy dead right before his eyes.

Bai Fanglan felt nothing now. Her life was already such a mess that she no longer worried about it getting any worse; she had simply given up. She had even ended up with a man who had once bullied her, asking him for help with her medical treatment.