Chapter Forty-Nine: Strike Aunt First

Lin Jingshu didn’t understand what was going on with Xie Guolei, but that didn’t stop her from despising him by association. Zhang Cuihua was simply an insufferable person; what good could her son be? Moreover, her best friend’s reaction was also strange. Bold yet cautious, Lin Jingshu couldn’t help but raise her guard against this shameless mother and son duo.

Behind her, the three male educated youths exchanged glances. Pei Wenyuan sensed something was amiss, while Jiang Xiucheng and Chen Ming, two robust young men, stepped forward to block Xie Guolei and the others.

Niulanshan referred to the circular mountain range not far off, which included two peaks resembling ox horns nestled within.

“Bah! Five thousand is barely a fraction of what those fruit trees are worth. Did your parents work so hard, scrimp and save just to save up this little money?” someone from the Chen family said disapprovingly.

Xiao Yao felt a flicker of anger. Kindness often invites exploitation; a gentle horse is ridden. The bald man had come to the tavern repeatedly to stir up trouble. Did he really think Xiao Yao was a pushover—something to be squeezed at will? Or was he acting under someone’s orders, deliberately causing disruptions?

The ammunition loader also served as an observer, crouching beside the lead gunner with binoculars. Peering through the front and left firing ports, he scanned downward for any signs of enemy troops disembarking trains to encircle the mountain. Every few seconds, he checked the length of the remaining ammunition belt on the machine gun.

After giving Zhao An a few instructions and some encouragement, he left the Zhao residence and headed straight for the martial arts hall’s main headquarters.

The Five Elements cultivated divine light that guarded his entire body, while the yin and yang energies miraculously formed a yin-yang robe enveloping Yang Fan.

Song Xinghai sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion in the center of the training room, palms facing upward, fingers forming intricate hand seals.

During that divine war, half of the gods from the Heavenly Court and Hell Realm perished, along with countless destroyed worlds. This marked the end of the Middle Ages.

Back then, even the old monk’s thirteen illusionary realms of immortality couldn’t trap him, yet now he had been deceived by a mere bead.

Thinking of masculinity, Chen Shihao’s eyes suddenly brightened. It was said that a man needed to be filled with masculine yang energy. And when it came to yang energy, there was nothing more potent than the sun. Since he was cultivating the solar method, absorbing the sun’s energy, didn’t that mean he would one day be brimming with masculine vigor?

The plan of the Black Holder affected every corner of the world. Even those not forced to become part of him found mortal life unbearable.

“Yes, Your Majesty! This is a once-in-a-millennium omen. Heaven is signaling that the Tianzhang Kingdom will surely prosper and bring peace to the people!” Empress Li Chan said from the side.

Tampering with and hacking into traffic light systems was something only Ji Wei could do within the connected network. But she merely possessed the skill, and only because Ji Zhu, linked to these events, had been seen communicating with her was she suspected as the mastermind. Yet all of this was merely conjecture.

Upon seeing the caller ID on his phone, Han Sanping immediately broke into a broad grin, his joy barely contained.

Yet he still didn’t understand. Gao Yang was just a mortal—how could he manipulate corpses as weapons for murder?

Using every conceivable method and every resource at their disposal, these three cities acted like cautious turtles, carefully transporting what was once considered waste into their walls. They only accepted goods, never letting anything out. Even the most useless mud and garbage were dismantled and repurposed without a trace.

She simply couldn’t understand why, despite drinking milk daily, eating papaya, and doing chest expansion exercises, her bosom refused to grow.

The lactic acid building up and fermenting in her legs made them sore and painful. She was afraid she lacked the strength—if that happened, she would be forced to retreat.

Though the middle-aged man felt something was off—his lips had just brushed against something furry.

I loosened my hair and simply tied it into a bun. When the match began, I slipped out, holding my fan.

Love is an incredibly complex and perplexing element of human nature. Since I cannot love her, nor bear to kill her, I truly do not know how to handle myself.