Volume 1, Chapter 59: He Is Good For Nothing

"If you didn't take it, I won't let you bear the responsibility," Shen Yixiao flatly refused.

Time and again, he completely ignored my existence.

Having dealt with the remaining stragglers, the crowd gathered around Qingyao, waiting for her next command.

Seeing Ye Xuan happily studying a mobile phone with neither network nor SIM card, Lin Kong couldn't help smiling before burying himself once again in the study of his Yin-Yang Tai Chi.

"Bao'er, among the spatial equipment we've crafted so far, which one is best suited for commercial use?" In the end, Old Jiu couldn't help asking Mibo'er.

With a hand incantation formed and the illusory technique activated, Ted's mind remained resolute and unshaken. Even as frost covered his body, his heart still burned bright.

Perhaps because Daisy was too exhausted, when Lu Yan returned to the ward with the water, she was already fast asleep. Looking at Daisy's adorable sleeping face, he couldn't resist stepping forward to gently stroke her hair.

To say nothing else, the main entrance alone was composed of three full layers of heavy-duty security doors. Yet now, those three heavy-duty doors, reputed to easily stop bullets, had been pushed open effortlessly with a gentle nudge by the young man named Ye Xuan.

Lu Yan raised his head to look at the sky, feeling a sense of puzzlement. Theoretically, this was the correct spot to watch the sunrise, yet for some reason, it had not appeared. He raised his wrist to check the time, his eyes filled with doubt.

Standing quietly to the side, he spoke with great earnestness. If all recent events had converged here, he should examine them carefully first to avoid any future troubles.

After partaking in the wedding banquet, not only did everyone's form of address for her change, but their gazes toward her also carried a hint of newfound respect.

White Snow closed his eyes powerlessly as total darkness engulfed him, yet he could see everything with utmost clarity. He finally understood that this entire ordeal had been a conspiracy from the very beginning.

The next day, under a clear sky and bright sun, driven by the habits of martial artists, Xiao Yi and Xiao Qianshan climbed up the back mountain of Heishui Village early in the morning to face the morning sun and practice their breathing techniques.

She could never have imagined that the once impoverished child with such an unyielding backbone would turn out to be the lifeline of the Cao family. She certainly did not believe that her meager donation of goods could make the Fifth Prince relent so easily; the only reason the Prince let them off was entirely out of consideration for this child.

"Right, why didn't I think of this padded cotton jacket? It must be very warm." Fan Jun pulled her hand as they dashed into the room, dug out his bundle, and sure enough, the set of padded garments was still right there.

As the night deepened, the terror in his heart grew heavier. Feeling restless and agitated, he decided to leave the tent and hunt down some venomous creatures outside to dispel the unease in his mind.

Huaxia had started early on, but kept quiet about it, constantly plotting to have Zhao Bei secretly introduce a few more sources to them.

Chengyi was stretched too thin; no matter how far her reach extended, she could not cover the entire Central Ning Territory. With the army of demonic beasts defecting to her side, those rogue beasts causing chaos in the mortal realm that she hadn't encountered would be dealt with by the converted beast armies. The darkness over the Central Ning Territory was finally beginning to scatter a little.

If we wipe out all their scouts, they will conclude that this place is unsuitable for invasion and simply turn back. Won't we be safe then?

The First Elder? How could he bear to leave the State of Zhao before achieving his goal? Thinking of this, Zhuo Nan's lips curved into a cold sneer.

Nanny Qian suddenly stepped forward and stopped Steward Qing. "Wait." She turned around and bowed respectfully to Zhuo Nan.

Before she could even finish reading the first page, she slammed the ledger shut, tossed it casually onto the desk, glared at Jingrong, and complained, "Why make me read this ledger! Previously, without realizing how my silver was being spent, I felt nothing at all. But looking at this—money only going out with none coming in—it almost broke my heart!" Her face was plastered with a bitter expression of heartache.