Chapter Forty: Can We Get Out?

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Liang Yi leaned back in the carriage, clearly still reeling from what Liang Ya had experienced. Hearing the game assistant’s question, he nodded. Liang Ning’s life ought to be the simplest among the family; stranded on an isolated island, he had nothing to do but focus on infrastructure. For the longest time, his primary task had been simply to repair the wooden shed. Yet, Liang Ning’s luck was truly...

Over time, however, she gradually felt unable to keep up. During the years when her family was at its most destitute, he still acted like a leech, constantly coming to the house to demand money. If he couldn't get it, he would cause a scene, refusing to stop until everyone knew of their troubles.

The middle-aged man kneeling on the ground trembled, letting the jade shards cut through his clothes and skin, yet he dared not move a muscle.

Mother Jin looked toward the aunt, who then pointed to a car pulling in not far away. Both Mother Jin and I turned to look.

Ever since he passed away, I rarely came here to see him. I don’t know why, but just a moment ago, I had an overwhelming urge to visit. Yet, now that I am actually here, I find myself at a loss for words.

There was absolutely no way it could hold out until the time came to finish off another thousand demons... To be honest, toward the end of the recent battle, Mo Chen was essentially using it as a blunt object.

"You shouldn't be paying for him; this is his own business—even if you're running errands for him, he should be the one footing the bill," Sun Wei said, looking displeased.

In less than the time it takes for half a stick of incense to burn, dozens of figures gathered at the entrance of the Huodou tribe. Leading them was the elder surnamed Xun, with the faint silhouettes of Lin Baiyuan and Bo Yi Bo Kao visible behind him, along with several elders from other tribes who had come to pay their respects.

After verifying that the medicinal herbs on the list were correct, Chen Rui felt he still needed to visit the pharmacy in person. Not only was the list extensive, but it also concerned the limits of his cultivation, so he could not afford to be careless.

Taking advantage of this period of stability, the Heavenly Emperor Palace planned to send them to wipe out several groups of bandits that had been causing chaos in the auxiliary martial realms.

Li Yan stood in tatters, his clothes snapping in the fierce wind. His eyes looked down coldly, and with a downward sweep of his palm, it was as if he had single-handedly suppressed countless ordinary Great Emperors of the undead race.

The numerous demons on the perimeter converged their demonic arts onto the demon cage, causing the entire structure to erupt with black light as it whistled through the air.

"Chili pepper? Never heard of it, what is that?" Meng Xun shook his head, picked up a few skewers of cured meat, placed them on the grill, and began turning them just as Zhao Yuan had done.

If Lu Feng were awake now, he would be shocked to discover that this was the very master the sect leader had intended to introduce to him when he first joined—how could he possibly be Ye Wan'er’s grandfather?

He never knew that, in truth, she had secretly gone to catch a glimpse of him. But she only looked once, disturbed no one, and then left.

At this moment, the flames of the Samadhi True Fire were significantly dimmer than before, even flickering intermittently.

The three men hadn't even reacted yet when they felt a chill across their necks, their faces turning deathly pale in an instant.

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The middle-aged man’s intentions were clear enough—he wanted to make a good impression on Chu Feng—but his methods only made Chu Feng despise him all the more.

Shen Lin felt that Hongtun’s approach was not wrong; a son should naturally be raised with discipline. Most importantly, if Hongtun’s son were sent back, he would essentially be sent to his death.

Following a roar from Xing Chen, the pirates fell silent. Their goal had been achieved, and it was best not to be a nuisance. Little did they know, Xing Chen had never intended to give them a single cent from the start; in his eyes, they were all dead men, and dead men had no need for such things.