Chapter 160: Booming Business

At six-thirty in the evening, after finishing dinner, the four of them and one cat set out together to run their stall.

Their destination was still the banks of the West River, which was bustling with lively crowds during the holiday season.

Li Wanyin rode a small electric tricycle, Chen Shian rode a bicycle, and the two best friends walked alongside.

When they reached a banyan tree, Li Wanyin stopped her stall cart and began setting up shop.

They had been setting up stalls for a while now. Although they did not have a fixed, permanent pitch, most of...

After a long while, not knowing how much distance he had covered or how many turns he had taken, Chu Ci finally saw the familiar gates once again.

Just as before, after Sun Zhuo broke past a defender, Dirk Nowitzki immediately appeared to block his path. Moreover, he was even more unfriendly than the previous time, perhaps due to what O'Neal had said: "My brother wants me to dunk on you."

Gian first walked over to the Buddha niche, trimmed the wick of the Buddha lamp, and then picked up three sticks of incense, holding them up to his forehead. After inserting the incense, he knelt before the niche, pressed his palms together in front of his chest, and silently recited, "The past mind cannot be grasped, the present mind cannot be grasped, the future mind cannot be grasped." With that finished, he bowed deeply three times.

Beneath the sedan chair, a magical array was inscribed, spinning continuously. Soul power was released and surged in all directions, causing everything around, including the sedan chair itself, to lift off the ground. The occupants could tread through the void without ever leaving the chair.

He hastily turned around, wanting to escape, but that overwhelming momentum was like a pair of claws, fiercely pinching his limbs. When he tried to take a step forward, it felt as though he were moving in slow motion.

Next August, Yao Ming and Sun Zhuo would compete in the Olympics simultaneously as members of the Chinese Men's Basketball Team, and Yao clearly placed immense importance on national honor.

Dean Xiao's test had concluded. Based on whether they had executed missions or not, the students were divided into two groups. Their interactions gradually diminished, and subtle changes occurred in their mentalities toward one another.

Looking back at the terror etched across the faces of the four, Tang Ze wore an enchanting and seductive smile, paying no heed to the middle-aged man who had been sent flying. Having taken a direct hit from his Mystic-grade advanced martial skill, even if the man survived, he would be gravely injured and utterly incapable of further combat.

Zhao Ji stared blankly at Zhao Hao with a solemn expression. Slowly rising to his feet, he stepped down from the imperial chariot, walked up to Zhao Hao, and grabbed him by both arms, his voice stirring with excitement.

His sharp gaze fixed intently on Bai Fan, feeling that this person was either thoroughly vicious or something had gone terribly wrong with the entire situation.

Yin Feng widened his eyes and remained silent for a long time before silently conceding. Only a body cultivator could sense another body cultivator, and it was clear the other party was one as well.

Later on, Tang Feng brought the matter up with his father. Upon Tang Feng's repeated requests, his father transferred Zhang Yan to the Qingcheng City Garrison District to serve as the captain of the guard company.

Prime Minister Du and the others looked at the emperor with sympathy while inwardly slandering: Why is it that whenever anything involves the Zhang and Zheng families, no matter what it is, it is always so terrifying?

Xu Yunxian arrived at the scholar's home. The old scholar's surname was Liu, and as for his given name, it had been forgotten the very year he passed the imperial examinations to become a scholar; the villagers had simply called him "Scholar" for decades.

A fishy gale rushed into his face, yet Lin Shuo showed not a shred of fear. Astral energy burst forth from within his body, and the Dazzling Dragon Sword slashed out fiercely.

Zhang Shifeng shook his head and said, "No, I am not. I merely steal the lives of others, unlike her, a creature who can freely alter her life form."

Flora nodded, and then watched as an attendant walked up holding a small stack of letters and presented them to Emperor Chanak.

The battle between Cameron and the twin nobles instantly subsided. They exchanged glances, and then their gazes all fell upon Li Mu in the center, their eyes flashing with a sense of wariness.

Wuliangzi, Li Dongyang, and the others vaguely sensed that the arrival of the Underworld Realm Lord was inextricably linked to Ji Cangmang and the others. They felt a rising sense of caution, but not daring to stir up trouble, they bowed along with them.

An Yuxiu doted heavily on his younger sister. Forget about a mere piece of paper, he would have given her his life if she asked. He agreed on the spot. Besides, they were siblings, so there were no particular taboos between them.

Li Mu frowned slightly, gazing coldly at the First Apostle, Shajia, as he lifted the dark spear in his hand. Although he did not understand why the First Apostle could remain so calm even now, it did not matter. Li Mu was never one to hesitate during a battle.

Youji and the giant toad were locked in fierce combat, and Scroll had no time to think too much; she could only stare nervously at the giant toad's health bar.

Gradually, he watched in horror as his own body began to slip out of his control. His left and right hands involuntarily forced themselves together, as if they were holding not two swords, but two ultra-strong magnets.

Returning from the dead is not all that difficult; the real difficulty lies in the soul being unattached and refusing to integrate no matter what. Of course, this only applies to those whose mortal lifespans have not yet ended. For such people, as long as one stays beside the corpse and strives hard to merge back in, integration is still possible.

The only difference was Catherine's blood pool. Unlike the dark golden blood pool before them, the things soaking inside looked rather different.

An Yuxi fixed her gaze unblinkingly upon the faces of Ling Xiangyan and Huangfu Qing, unwilling to miss a single expression on their faces.

Seeming to have nothing more to say, after touching upon the cultivation of the Azure Emperor and asking a few questions, Ji Cangmang took his leave.

The majesty unleashed by hundreds of demonic beasts caused the minds and hearts of Fanyin and the others to tremble uncontrollably.

Tao Zhutu had long since grown tired of listening to the conversation between Lan Ziyi and the Qiu family father and son. Hearing this, he yawned, stood up, and walked back to his room.

Now that Zhou Xingun was making a fuss over thirty wins and had stirred up such a huge mess, even if they could not hold him accountable today, Cheng Yong would definitely remember him.

Ximeng Qing, terrified of being caught in the crossfire, hurriedly shook off Zhou Ruonan and darted to the doorway of the private room, far away from the battlefield.

Lan Ziyi had originally intended to come back and apologize to his three sworn brothers, but in just these few moments of conversation, his heart was already surging with emotion. He tried hard to restrain himself from erupting, though he did not even know what he was about to erupt over or why.

Luo Luo subtly shrank her neck at the exact right moment, and then thrust upward diagonally with great force, sending Sword flying through the air like a boulder launched from a catapult.