Volume 1, Chapter 35: I Am Selling Jinxiu Pavilion

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The Broken Goose Sword paid no mind to the other beasts, focusing its fierce attacks solely on the wild boar, each strike targeting the wolf’s ears relentlessly.

Surprisingly, no one stepped forward. Wen Xin would not let time slip away in vain; he left the time for tomorrow’s arena challenge, awaiting any martial artist of the Warrior realm who dared to face him. Then, Wen Xin was ready to depart.

Oddly, Ding Jia did not react severely. Lost in a daze, he recalled the encounter with Yu’er, pondering over it carefully. It was absurd—like a dream, neither fully real nor entirely false, twisted and repeated four or five times, leaving Meng Ziqiu utterly confused.

Watching Xu Zi’an leisurely exhale smoke, he stirred Old Yu’s craving for a cigarette. He patted the pocket where he usually kept tobacco, but it was long empty. Old Yu sighed helplessly, realizing he’d have to tough it out.

“It’s been so many years, the hardest times have passed. Now, it’s just like this. I’ll see you back,” Leng Qiu said, then strode forward.

At the same time, on the other side of the city, a family of three sat around the dinner table, sharing their evening meal.

The East Mountain King seemed indifferent to the saw blade in the wolf’s mouth. Although black blood dripped from the wolf’s jaws, like a starving beggar, he chewed with relish.

Compared to the management skills of the Ox-Head and Horse-Face, I truly feel inferior. Though only a few low-ranking policemen, they are fearless and responsible. Compared to Deputy Manager Jiang of Fengdu Manor, they are more loyal and courageous.

White mist swirled around, cool as it brushed across the hairline and fingers, a faint, dreamlike sensation.

Liu Xinghao drove straight into the hospital. Only after stepping out did he realize he didn’t know which ward his father was in.

This card was quite the coincidence. It was found on that noble’s body—a three-star silver card! It was puzzling how a noble with only a one-star card could possess such a powerful artifact.

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The carriage had barely stopped when Dong Li jumped down, holding up her skirt. Nangong Xiao hurried after her, reaching out to steady her, but she, with tears shining, smiled and threw herself into the Xu family’s embrace. He could only shake his head, wearing a fond smile as he approached.

Su Momo nodded. It had been a while since she last saw Duan Chi, the old classmate who always helped her without expecting anything in return.

She hardly slept the whole night. Early the next morning, she rose with large panda eyes.

Yet, the beautiful woman’s face was empty, like a soulless puppet, arms outstretched, floating midair. Her flowing robes fluttered around her body, black hair swirling as if she might take flight at any moment.

“Forget it, let’s focus on killing the monster. It’s not hard for us, just has a lot of health!” shouted a male priest.

Her intuition told her this phenomenon might be caused by a rare treasure of heaven and earth. She carried a fragment of an innate treasure jade imbued with extreme cold—a heritage of their ancient witchcraft lineage.

Sneaking a glance, Jiang Shouquan noticed the change in his expression. He quickly opened the lunchbox, took out the sweet white porcelain bowl, personally inspected it, then handed it to the emperor.

“Your Highness… perhaps I misheard,” A Si said, feeling the increasing storm, realizing telling the emperor this might have been a mistake.

He knew Li Mu had no intention of dragging him down. He knew Li Mu’s character well; Li Mu was proud and never took the Black Cross seriously. Therefore, when killing them, he never considered much.

“Why is the court suddenly building so many railways, and all in one place?” Jiang Zhiqing stammered.

“I don’t know, never been to his place. Want me to call and ask when he’s coming back?”

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“Please, don’t kill me.” The second young master, fat-headed and big-eared, shouted, tears and snot streaming down his face. To risk so many lives for such a worthless person was truly pitiful and infuriating.

“Alright, you… impostor, how do you prove you are Muhammad?” Wu Yong suddenly pointed at Muhammad’s nose.

“I am an ancient Daoist, the heart of Hongjun Daoist, known as the Heart of Heaven and Earth. But I prefer to be called Daoist Hongjun,” said the man in red robes, hands behind his back, smiling.

“Brothers, besides overseeing the Heaven and Earth Bureau, we have another important task. Don’t forget our true purpose, understood?” Chao Gun’s smile faded as he spoke seriously again.

There stood a soldier in uniform, dark-skinned and robust, gazing at him with eager anticipation.

Frost Dawn Ling was a rising dark horse in the Chinese region’s guilds. After vanishing at its founding, it later seized territory with overwhelming strength, astonishing many.

Chen Yin was no fool. When he heard Knuber’s words, he also thought of the seven hidden divine warriors. Without saying more, he switched out the Blessed Fire’s Blade and began attacking the bosses trying to climb and dodge from both sides.