Chapter 46: Insufficient Grain

Li Xiangwan rose and walked to the window, lifting her gaze to the half-moon, and recalled what that young girl had said.

As for the dishes on the table, they were a mound of vegetarian fare—or rather, entirely staple foods. It was either potato soup or mashed potatoes, or else baked potatoes and steamed potatoes; it was practically a convention of potatoes.

Zhao Tai had been relentlessly searching for the Azure Sea Divine Herb. Since he had previously used up most of them himself, he had presumably already found Su Manyu, but because he had already consumed the items, he did not continue to trouble him.

Driving all the way to the downstairs of Boss Fu’s company, indeed no further incidents occurred. Boss Fu walked in the front, while Ye Yixuan and Zou Sisi followed behind Chu Fan.

The two sat together in the meditation room to drink tea. As Su Dongpo drank his tea, he caught the lingering aroma of fish, and upon seeing the inverted Buddhist singing bowl on the table, he understood the situation in his heart.

The audience at the scene expressed their fondness for Confucius with their cheers, while viewers in front of their televisions vented their inner excitement through a dense barrage of bullet comments.

As soon as Fu Tianjie finished these words, Old Wang next door was already dumbfounded, never expecting this fellow to dare speak thus. More importantly, his father-in-law's family was equally stunned.

One after another, the heads of immortals from the celestial realm were flung onto the earth, their eyes still filled with lingering resentment and reluctance before their expressions slowly faded into nothingness.

Xiao Fan also felt there was reason in these words, though it was a pity that Tang Meng merely smiled with a somewhat absent-minded air.

He activated all the restrictive barriers of the manor so outsiders could not walk in. Li Tianyou intended to use this period to break through to the intermediate stage of the Nine Dragons Realm while simultaneously strengthening his spiritual power. His spiritual power had remained stagnant at the thirty-second tier for quite some time, and as his martial arts realm ascended, his spiritual power had to rise alongside it.

Finally, after countless hundreds of reincarnations, Eyre beheld the thing he had wished to see.

At some unknown moment, a single teardrop quietly slipped down. Tang Xuantai reined in her wandering thoughts, gazing quietly at the tyrannosaur before her, a wicked smile hooking the corner of her lips.

Wu Ming patted Liu Wuhen’s neck, signaling him not to chatter so much. Without another word, Liu Wuhen broke into a run, even the strands of dark hair across his chest flying upward to brush against Wu Ming's cheek, stroke by stroke.

He Qingyue, who had originally closed her eyes, suddenly snapped them open. She stared at Hua Qingyi, her heart suddenly pounding violently. Never before had any man dared to bully her in such a manner, yet now, Hua Qingyi was actually kissing her. He Qingyue's face abruptly flushed crimson.

In the days that followed, the group did not delay any longer. Finally, over a month later, the party dust-laden and travel-worn entered the borders of Jiangyuan City.

Though she had been captured by him for quite some time, Wenren Zhao had not harmed her, having her three meals a day delivered as usual; he had merely sealed her cultivation base.

"Can I say I just happened to be passing by?" Eyre gave a helpless, bitter chuckle. That was the truth—he genuinely had happened to be passing by.

Li Tianyou’s true qi had not been exhausted as the several experts of the Great Forest Continent had surmised; on the contrary, he appeared to have plenty of stamina to spare.

With these words, dragging a thoroughly reluctant Shangguan Zisu along, he set off for home—though in truth, they had never even stepped out the front door.

Thus, Li Guichen's strategy was to stealthily and unknowingly clear out Nakoruru's red buff jungle, thereby suppressing Nakoruru's economic level and delaying her period of formidable power spikes.

Shen Yuqing had never laid eyes on this half-brother of hers who was an illegitimate child. Hearing these words, she was slightly stunned; a moment later, she understood why Shen Tianhao was so fiercely protective of Bai Zhu.

That voice, laden with lingering tenderness and comfort, drifted from the thick fog. Her person was unheard before her voice arrived; neither Beilan Laiye nor Lan Qiyi caught sight of Qingyaojun’s form. The two stood back-to-back, gazing into the distance, as a soft, supple tail swept horizontally between them.

Whether it was from spending too much time with Ziye or not, Sang Xia’s skin was growing increasingly thick.

Regarding the cauldron, no one was willing to harbor an extra competitor. If it were possible, Yi Feng would have preferred to seize the cauldron entirely on his own.

"In this profession, one must accept these things—bearing the affection of countless people while also enduring the curses hurled at one behind the back. So in truth, they are all the same; equally exhausting, yet equally not," Wang Xinyue said.

Wu Hui gazed at Chen Feng, a series of bizarre radiances blooming from the pupils of his eyes, shooting straight toward Chen Feng's gaze.

There was no longer any need for the signalman to relay orders. Those Jing soldiers who heard the command scattered accordingly, while those who did not followed suit by imitation. The Xuanzong assassins who had penetrated the center of the Jing army formation found themselves surrounded instead, plunging into a predicament in an instant.

Enjoy? What sort of explanation was that? Murong Chen believed Yi Feng understood what he was asking, yet such an answer left the underlying meaning completely unfathomable.

After Chen Feng departed, Lin Yuyan remained restless, lacking the heart to tend to her flower shop. She closed the shop doors and prepared to come over and take a look.

The strength in his hand came to a halt. In the past, she had never addressed him directly by his given name, always using respectful titles like "Lord Wang." Hearing her sternly call out his name now, for some reason, she felt a trace of self-mocking gratification instead.

It was dusk slipping into night, and a rustling breeze arose, creeping into her garments with a distinct chill. Shen Ci let Liu Jianlian hold her hand as they hurried forward, looking up to see the moon just beginning to peep out, the lingering clouds dyed into brocade and reflecting upon the bright yellow glazed tiles like a mottled piece of tapestry.

"No." Sure enough, Muzi Xue also figured out the crucial point. If the poison was not something within her sect that remained unresolvable, then those people must have been bought off, or even the outsiders who came had been bribed as well.

Everyone must certainly be puzzled as to how the feng shui of a ancestral tomb could affect descendants. Many might think it incredible that the quality of burial feng shui could influence the daily lives of later generations. Here I will briefly explain it to everyone, serving as a bit of popular science.

Now seeing her in the flesh, he felt she truly remained as innocent and adorable as before. To use internet terminology, she gave off a sense of being adorably foolish.

Before coming, Li Wei had spoken with absolute confidence, vowing that he would definitely win Jiang Fei over.

Although none of them were disciples of the Corpse Puppet Sect, as one of the preeminent sects of Kunlun Ruins, they naturally possessed some understanding of the Corpse Puppet Sect’s puppets.

His hand rested upon the brim of her hat—not an intimate gesture, yet as he straightened it, his fingers brushed intentionally or unintentionally against the hair at the nape of her neck, carrying a slight itch that rubbed against her and left her uneasy with apprehension.

In an instant, a piercing, miserable scream echoed through the air, causing everyone to instinctively cover their ears.

Gao Chuan was not particularly concerned with money at present. Even though he had left one million euros at home and brought only nine hundred thousand euros with him to Europe, it was more than enough.

Golden sunlight shone upon his handsome face. Gusts of breeze stirred his long hair. Clad in white in this gentle wind, he undoubtedly appeared even more striking.