Volume 1, Chapter 43: Herbal Gift Boxes, Sales Are Up!

"Zhao Pengfei, you are nothing more than a traitor, you have no right to speak." Unable to resort to physical force, Shi Lei could only fight back with words.

Could this be the source of the demonic Qi of this demon valley? If so, even if there are no secret treasures in this valley, it is still worth it. Thinking to himself, a trace of joy surfaced on Ling Changkong's face as he continued deeper into the cavern.

Aside from the cultivators originally residing in Qinggang Immortal City, a massive influx of newcomers poured in. Notably, among these new arrivals, there were not only humans but also members of other races, and in considerable numbers.

Half an hour later, the east gate of Tianshui City closed tightly. No matter how the soldiers of the Xia Kingdom shouted challenges outside, the gates remained firmly shut.

At this moment, he was sitting in an ordinary teahouse, leaning slightly to watch the willows swaying outside the window. In his slender and powerful hand, he toyed with a white jade pendant, his somewhat tanned hand accentuating the pristine luster of the jade even more.

Recalling He Qijian's obnoxious and sarcastic attitude, I sat in the front row and could not help turning around to glare fiercely at him. He Qijian was looking ahead and unexpectedly caught my fierce and menacing gaze. Startled, he shuddered and almost fell out of his chair, but after regaining his composure, he put on an utterly aggrieved expression.

When Xia Nishang saw Luo Chen, her eyes filled with sheer disbelief, and then she threw herself recklessly into Luo Chen's arms.

Hearing Yan He's words, Qian Hai's expression turned gloomy and uncertain, yet he truly did not dare to say anything further, showing profound fear of Yan He.

"Thirteen, is there anything else you wish to ask me?" At that moment, Judge Lu looked at me and asked.

"Hehe, I knew having connections makes things easier! Director Rong, I'm off then~ I'll be right back~" Zhang Maosai virtually bounded joyfully toward the office door.

Reflecting on the scene just now, I felt a splitting headache. Was what I did right or wrong? No matter how I handled it, it seemed I was always the one at fault.

Having repelled Qingwei, Chonglou transformed into a red streak of light and pursued Jiang Hao. To him, the so-called leader of Mount Shu in the mortal realm was far less important than Feipeng's discarded sword.

The companies under his name were already few; if he were to cede another half to Duson Green, he would truly lose any voice in the Dhrisen family, and his status would plummet drastically.

Standing atop an ancient chariot, the third young master of the Chen family furrowed his brow slightly. Why did he sense such a familiar bloodline resonance from this person? Could he be a member of his own clan? He felt puzzled.

She did not understand why Ye Feng forbade her from mentioning the Huaxia Technology matter to Zhou Yaqing, but since Ye Feng said not to, he naturally had his reasons.

Upon arriving at No. 3 High School, we headed straight for the cafeteria. A few scattered students were eating breakfast there. The few of us went up to the second floor, and right at the top of the stairs, we ran past Tangtang and Heizi. We brushed past each other without a word, and Baozi and Heizi treated us like total strangers.

Seeing the Tianfeng Empire soldiers patrolling at the border checkpoint, Nie Feng pondered for a moment before deciding to change out of his black robe into a set of ordinary civilian clothes. As long as he deliberately restrained his magical aura, ordinary people would not be able to discern his identity.

Hearing what Li Xingyun said next, Xuan Jingtian's previously cheerful expression instantly darkened.

However, for Yang Cong, who possessed an emperor-realm soul and the qualifications of an emperor-grade alchemist, the difficulty was only so-so, requiring just a little bit of time.

"Forget it, I'm wearing a mask, and the loss of my cultivation doesn't mean the loss of my physical prowess." Muchen muttered, blinking and vanishing into thin air.

The old grandmother quickly wiped away her tears and voluntarily recounted the sequence of events surrounding the disappearance of the children back then.

This time, having narrowly faced a fatal disaster simply because of an unasked-for marriage contract, the two brothers of the Bing family felt anger burning fiercely in their chests whenever they thought of it.

Wen Lian placed the food she brought onto the table set up by Bai Xiaoyue, dividing the items according to the portions for each person, before gently shaking her head.

Sun Congcong was completely driven by lust. Although he bit his teeth in a show of determination, his facial expression betrayed profound agony as he glared at the sales clerk and spat out every word through gritted teeth.

Seeing her graceful figure turn with light footsteps, Li Yu tightened his grip on the shopping bag, a flicker of quiet pleasure slowly rippling through his eyes.

Just as Ye Chen was about to refuse, he noticed the old man had already stood up and walked toward the door, hoisting up that weathered umbrella once more and disappearing into the pouring rain.

For a wealthy man, time is money. Hearing the door unlock, Wen Lian only slightly raised her head. The man's breathtakingly handsome features flashed across her vision before vanishing from sight.

They had ended things years ago, leaving no future to speak of. No matter how deep her reluctance, she could only bury it in her heart.

Denis gripped her arm with increasing fury, causing Wen Lian to frown in pain without uttering a single sound.

Thinking that this was merely a horror attraction and recalling that she had been frightened just moments ago, Xia Zixi felt a sudden surge of courage welling up within her.

Gritting his teeth, the village chief retrieved the sixty thousand yuan in cash requested by Zhang Guilan from his bag—this was the payment for this month's goods from the leather workshop.

Among the three who offered a toast, however, only Ah Kun was completely sincere. Holding his wine glass with both hands, he clinked glasses while drinking, deliberately positioning the rim of his cup lower than mine to show his respect.

To minimize trouble, one must let others manifest their strength. Displaying power is, at times, a good thing.

This cigarette butt had just been between her lips. Whether due to psychological suggestion or not, Han Jingchen felt that today's smoke tasted exceptionally good.

Look at that, look at that. This prince was always so fickle and unpredictable. Fortunately, he understood His Highness's temper well enough; as long as this lord wasn't angered, everything else was trivial. Who told this lord to hold the bronze mirror in his hands?