Chapter 41: Intercepted Again

"You stay here."
Golden Hammer’s physique was far too conspicuous, and there was no time to disguise her as a man now.
Golden Hammer pouted in grievance, watching the two of them leave.
"Little Knife, do you think I’m just too useless? I can’t help with anything at all."
"What are you daydreaming about all day? The Young Mistress has her own reasons for how she employs people; she won’t leave you idle when the time comes to use you. Since you’re so free right now, why don’t you go ahead and make that mahjong set the Young Mistress mentioned?"
Lu Huo arrived shortly after to offer a reminder, while Ye Xuan maneuvered the jeep to stay out of the enemy’s line of sight.
You, Joseph, say you only recognize directors who have won international awards, and I, Ye Xuan, have won the Best Director award at Venice. If you don’t recognize me, does that mean you don’t consider the Venice Film Festival an international award?
After stepping out of this shop, Shen Yizhi refused to walk another step, leaving Qin Lulu with no choice but to regretfully end their shopping trip.
As a sovereign, one must first possess a far-sighted vision, capable of sensing crises before they even arrive.
Over on the side of Cangyue, things were much quieter. The Sword Master of Cangyue, Huo Tianying, maintained his usual expression, showing not the slightest hint of dissatisfaction.
Surrounding them were the Supreme Dharma Azure Lotuses, formed from the condensation of the Skull Heavenly Dao’s fortune, along with the dazzling and eye-catching Mandala stars.
She hadn’t figured out what this thing was or what use it had, so she simply handed it over to Manor Head Shen. After all, if it weren’t for her, she wouldn’t have obtained the item in the first place, not to mention that Manor Head Shen had also gifted her a bottle of Spirit Recovery Liquid.
That night, Lan Xiaoyu was practicing meditation. Thanks to the previous battle, his mastery of magic had become much more proficient, but all of this was owed to Dong Huang; without him, Lan Xiaoyu would not have been able to achieve his breakthrough so smoothly.
Gu Xueting swept a cold glance at him and flicked his finger. Deng Biao let out a miserable shriek, and a trail of bloody tears streamed from his eyes.
Enjoying beauty was one thing, but more importantly, it was about producing as many offspring as possible, hoping to bring forth descendants with the aptitude for cultivation to make the family more prosperous.
Milai was somewhat worried. Zhang Tianyang had wounded Kaka and the other Gold-Winged people, effectively injuring four seats of the Council of Elders; she feared this matter would not be so simple. At the same time, she secretly blamed herself, believing it all started because of her, otherwise, none of this would have happened.
Just as Ke Yong was killed and forced to respawn in the city, Long Tian received word from Zhan Ming and Hun Fei Shan that they were ready.
General Night, usually quite composed while perched on my shoulder, flapped his wings and hopped about in alarm upon seeing the monster slowly poke its head out from the mountain stream, nearly tumbling off my shoulder.
Chen Feng, having just awakened, was clearly taken aback by the presence of Lin Xin and Chen Jing in the secret chamber. He wondered to himself, "Doesn't the door to this chamber only open from the outside when Shunzi and I use the Wind-Killing True Qi? How did Xin'er and Jing get in here?"
Yet this time, they were bold enough to go to the capital to discuss "disguised independence"—what did a mere red-capped merchant like you count for? The monsters and demons emerged one after another, baring their bloody maws at Jing Jian. In the eyes of those people, when the North could barely protect itself, how could it possibly shield the Hong Kong industries under its wing?
Hearing this notification, Long Tian and Hua Yunyan stared at each other in bewilderment. We just accepted a quest like this? Isn't this a bit too absurd?
Only Li Zhibai remained indifferent, as he had no concept of money and no use for it.
Feeling shy and facing Chen Feng directly, Nicole was terrified at first when she saw the flames rise in his eyes and the bulge in his trousers. Yet, within seconds, Chen Feng’s eyes cleared and the bulge subsided, leaving her with an inexplicable sense of disappointment.
Li Tian remained on guard; the person before him possessed an aura no less intense than his master’s, and his strength was undoubtedly above the Saint-level.
Francisque had a keen eye and immediately judged the commercial value of parkour. Although he held little hope that Jing Jian would accept an endorsement, there was no harm in asking.