Volume 1, Chapter 60: Trading Feathers for Sugar, Coarse Grains for Solomon's Seal!

After chatting with Xu Mo for a while, the elderly village chief left in a hurry, telling Xu Mo to come over to the village committee office later.

"Wife, have a candy!"

Xu Mo chuckled, took a fruit candy from his pocket, unwrapped it, and shoved it into Liu Weiwei's cherry-like lips.

Liu Weiwei's cheeks flushed red as she obediently opened her mouth and sucked on the fruit candy.

"Wife, I'm heading to the village committee office for a bit."

Su Nan hoisted Xiao Yunfei onto his back in one swift motion and strode out of Li Xi's room. Blushing fiercely, Li Xi dragged the bathrobe over from the side of the bed and hurriedly put it on, feeling painfully embarrassed. Su Nan had torn right through the window paper regarding her secret, leaving her face burning with heat.

Just as Su Yunze had said, they didn't care at all what method Meng Fan might use to prove how much he loved Xu Qianru, even if the two of them really committed suicide together out of despair because they couldn't be together.

"Well, well, you're pointing a gun at me?" Old Master Wang sneered, snatching the pistol away in a flash. With a few sharp "click, clack" sounds, a perfectly good handgun was reduced to mere frame in his hands, with various parts scattering all over the floor.

Hearing this, Ju Long hurriedly bowed and offered his thanks, saying, "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty." By this time, the various generals had returned one after another, working together to clean up the thatched hut.

It coiled around the tree, thrusting its massive snake-like head outward. Its eyes shone like lanterns, emitting two rays of light, and from time to time, it flickered its long, forked tongue.

Old Wang paused for a moment, still feeling a trace of reluctance. Seeing that the young man had no intention of stopping, he let out a sigh.

By now, the circle of puppet soldiers could no longer restrain themselves. Dozens of Tibetan puppet soldiers brandishing sabers and spears had already rushed over from the side. Without a word, Mu Yanyuan spun around, his fists and sword striking in unison, instantly cutting down a swath of them.

"Another trap?" Smiling Asura looked in the direction indicated by Li Tianqi, and sure enough, he saw a white piece of cloth hanging on the thorns.

Rings of smoke were exhaled, rising in gentle curls. Before long, the interior of the car was filled with smoke rings, the air thick with a pungent scent of tobacco, yet Xiao Yunfei showed no intention of stopping his smoking whatsoever.

Hearing such a tune amidst his dreams, the sheer melancholy of its low notes struck a deep, sorrowful chord—especially for Jiang Hai, who had endured similar scars, making him feel profoundly unsettled.

Perhaps they had grown suspicious of him based on their observations of his performance during the martial arts exchange at the banquet that day.

Yin Caixin also sensed that this person was not simple, but she still pulled out a banknote and handed it over.

Consequently, due to Ye Xiaofeng's deductions and withholdings, the series of gift packs and rewards that should have been acquired during the beginner phase were all cancelled.

Qin Haoran gave him a look of utter disgust, his expression suddenly turning affectionate. However, before he could say what came next, he was already being given the cold shoulder and shown the door by the master of the house.

"You said earlier that you knew someone who looks exactly like me. Is that true?" Liu Xi looked into my eyes and asked.

He cast one more glance at the courtyard, withdrew his gaze, and slowly walked back downstairs, mentally coming to terms with the affair between those two. Having reached this stage, it was hard for any further twists to occur, and there was no chance of either of them passing away in the near future; the political marriage between the Su family and the Yun family was now an absolute certainty.

Two massive craters were blasted into the colossal demonic body, and green blood gushed out, forming a ten-mile-long river of blood on the ground. The heavily injured demonic frame writhed and convulsed on the earth, struggling for a long time yet failing utterly to stand back up.

She simply stood there, observing the bizarre trio before her. She hadn't paid much attention to them earlier, but once she looked closely, she noticed a multitude of unusual details.

Just as Xun Yu had predicted, before Cao Pei even had time to dispatch men to monitor everyone's movements, he was currently deep in thought over how he should go about declaring himself king. After all, the throne had not come easily, and he remained extremely thrilled to this day.

With the completion of the final ultimate material, Li Feng felt a wave of relief wash over him and sat down on the ground, breathing heavily. After several consecutive days of painstaking effort, the materials for forging the physical body had finally been completely refined.