Chapter 22 I want to translate it into Japanese so that the whole of Japan can read it!

He looked up, took the sample issue, and grazed his fingers over the four characters "Foreword by Mao Dun" on the cover with a faint smile in his eyes. "Where is Lu Yanzhou? He said he was coming by today. Why isn't he here yet?"

The words had barely left his lips when the crisp ring of a bicycle bell floated up from downstairs, immediately followed by familiar footsteps.

Lu Yanzhou pushed a semi-old Forever-brand bicycle through the entrance, with a bundle of the latest issue of *Qingming* tied to the back seat. He was a pillar of the Anhui literary scene.

Originally, *Legend of the Tianyun Mountains* was set to—

Inside the Heaven-Connecting Courtyard, Aotian Yi was pacing back and forth with anxiety. Ao Long had been gone for a full three days yet still hadn't returned, making his heart grow increasingly uneasy.

Looking straight ahead, the castle's defenders could only see the twenty-four limbs of this behemoth, every single one of them glinting with a cold light, looking even more chilling than the weapons held by the Guards of Glory.

The strength of the Thirteen Guilds relied entirely on the composition of their numerous workshops and stores, and was closely tied to the prosperity of this commerce and industry. They believed this mechanism might allow a tiny few to earn vast amounts of money, but the vast majority of people were reduced to bankruptcy and poverty because of it.

"You don't look like a young master at all. Well, I'm leaving. I'll come back to bring you food tomorrow." Meng Ke had no idea why she had blurted out those words, but bringing him food seemed rather nice. Just like that, she fled as if making her escape.

"Father, please speak!" Although Charlie was puzzled as to why it concerned Michi, he was also very curious. He desperately wanted to know what his father truly intended to say.

Therefore, when Tanchun had previously turned and walked out without any warning, Yingchun only needed to take one look at the clothes she was wearing to know what was going on.

"I must say, Chen Zhaojun, I saw you on TV again yesterday! You sure have it easy, leaving us to handle all the bustling back and forth while you wash your hands of it." Seryozha had complained to Chen Zhaojun like this more than once, though his complaints were meant to motivate himself to work even harder.

Jung Soo-yeon. Since the Music Festival, the two of them were meeting again, only this time it had shifted to an official music stage.

As the air conditioner switch knob was turned on, the two of them were dumbfounded. A succession of hot air blew mercilessly out of the vents, and the car interior, already as stuffy as a steamer, instantly transformed into an oven. Immediately, hot sweat poured down from both of them in streams.

Walking on four legs really takes some getting used to. Dragging a furry tail behind me, I walked somewhat unsteadily, constantly ending up moving my limbs on the same side simultaneously. It seems I will need to practice this frequently in the future; otherwise, if I run into trouble, I won't even be able to run away.

Li Xiang took a gentle sip, and instantly felt as though the attributes of his body had been activated. Even the thoughts in his mind seemed to leap about, accompanied by a refreshing sensation that cleared his eyes and mind. At the same time, a spring-like warmth formed within his body, nourishing every single part of it.

"Fellow Daoist Foyin, why are Tantrism and Zen Buddhism like fire and water? I see that this Daleng possesses astonishing divine powers, capable of withstanding my immortal-grade magical treasure purely with his physical body, which is vastly different from the Buddhism we usually see!" Seeing that Foyin shared his hatred of the common enemy, Yang Nan immediately wanted to probe him for the truth about Tantrism.

Although these people cleverly innovated, it still could not change the fact that its essence remained Mapo tofu! It would be fine if the judges were exclusively old men, since older people tend to experience a decline in their sense of taste.

Xiao Yueye smiled, pulled out a banknote without even checking the denomination, handed it to the man, and then went up on the deck to catch the breeze.

Nick was infuriated to the point of exasperation by his two good friends. He paused what he was doing, holding a knife with an apple half-peeled, but silence could no longer be maintained.

Xuansha sneered with a sinister expression, "A few rebels still dare to clamor here! Do you not know my methods, Xuansha?" He yanked the Heavenly Wind whip, his eyes flashing with a fierce glare, and reaching out with a massive hand, he actually prepared to administer punishment right there in the grand hall.