Chapter 59: A Fair Trade

"The Shen family?" Su Changleng responded with a slight start, never expecting to hear that name from the young girl's lips.
"Is it... that Shen family who almost arranged a marriage with you before?"
"Yes, exactly that one." Cheng Yingxue nodded. "Master, this disciple wishes to visit the papermaking workshop under the Shen family—"
"Papermaking workshop?" The young girl blinked in uncomprehending bewilderment. "Judging from what you all meant last time in the Cheng family's front hall... wasn't the Shen family's primary business timber—"

As for cultivation methods, Dianfeng had truly learned very little; the sword array consumed far too much energy to be sustainable.

Gao Zhen, Zhao Wu, and the others turned pale with fright the moment they saw this scene. Even the manager and the waiter felt their legs trembling slightly.

His determination towards me made me realize from the bottom of my heart that I would be inseparable from him. Thank heavens that in those dark and helpless days, he did not abandon me; his utter sincerity had deeply moved me.

Hearing this, Tongtian nodded in agreement. He desperately wanted to say a few words of nonsense to buy some time, even if just for a single second. Yet, to his absolute astonishment, the moment he nodded, the guard lunged forward at a dead run, leaving him no time whatsoever for idle chatter.

"Tonight? In that case, Yating isn't home? Where did she go?" Chen Xiaoran instinctively looked up toward the second floor.

Dense, countless figures of blood fiends spread out into the surroundings like a surging tide. At the same time, a powerful and imposing phantom swept forward at lightning speed.

The corner of Chen Xiaoran's mouth curled slightly. With a light tap of his toe on the ground, his body suddenly retreated, instantly pulling back out of the six-person encirclement.

It was just that Tongtian could not quite figure out why the system needed to generate a reward when such a reward ought to be quite straightforward.

Pushing open the compartment door, he dialed Shen Yufeng's phone once more. Under the astonished gazes of the Zhu brothers, the phone lying beside Zhu Fangyou lit up with a glowing screen and began to ring a pleasant tune.

When everyone rushed to the mountain gate, the abbot was leading the disciples in clearing away the corpses of bats and tigers. The abbot's cassock had been torn to ribbons, leaving only the belt, while the monk's robe underneath, freshly made by Qingqing, remained reasonably intact.

Naturally, Xu Yan could never have imagined that the events of the following day would cause her to completely lose all respect for Mother Yuan, and even bring their conflict squarely out into the open.

After all, given her own temperament, she was hardly willing to invite trouble for no reason or become entangled in some baffling affair.

"You pushed her, I saw it. Shang Gong was tugging at your clothes because you refused to go before the factory director to sort out the right and wrong. Not only were you going to be marked down for tardiness, but it was going to be announced to the entire factory, and you even said it would be tied to the second-half bonus assessment. Director Qin, I arrived at the factory office at seven-fifty. For all these years, the factory office has started work at eight o'clock; what right does he have to claim I was late?"

Following Zhao Chengfeng's successful slaying of a poisoned-spotted hound, the others began to score kills one after another. In just a brief moment, seven or eight weaker poisoned-spotted hounds were swiftly dispatched by the group.

Ji Longjun felt cold sweat break out all over his back, oozing out layer after layer, and his heart turned icy cold.

"Yet who on earth built this Peacock Manor is something no one can truly say for certain; it is as if... as if it simply popped up overnight."

Ji Longjun cupped his fists in salute to Captain Zhang and the others, then walked proudly through the stone gate with his head held high, closely followed by Luo Ji and Ji Kai.

Seeing the chubby monk actually taking kicks at the camel, Qingqing felt a twinge of pity. Suddenly, she remembered what the camel had said about the blood-drinking needle being able to release energy, so she quietly pressed her right fingertip against the needle tip on her left sleeve, piercing her skin to draw blood.

Du Meijuan clamored for lunch, and somehow he thought of this Li'er Fresh Fish Restaurant. He had eaten here once before with An Xia, but seeing the sorrow flash across An Xia's eyes just a moment ago, his mood suddenly plummeted.

Li Ziming stared fixedly at Jackson for a long time, then cast a derisive glance atvester—who was seeing Peter and the old man with yellow hair off—and led his people away.