Chapter 45: The Female Food Delivery Worker (Part 2)

"You're always looking at your phone when delivering food, aren't you? You think I don't know, you just didn't want to answer my call!"
"How many times do I have to tell you, your brother needs money, his living expenses for this month need to be sent over! Why won't you wire him his living expenses, huh?"
Hearing these words, Lu Xiaoyu powerlessly closed her eyes.
"I already wired it to him earlier."
Upon hearing this, Lu's mother grew even more furious instead of pleased, "How could what you wired be enough for him to spend? Besides, he—"
He felt the seams between heaven and earth were too narrow, so he pushed upward with his head, kicked downward with his feet, and pushed outward to the left and right with both hands.
After all, the person in charge of the Buddhist Law Monastery would not care about the conflicts between you; whoever struck someone from the Buddhist Law Monastery was in the wrong.
"Phew... I really was sleepy just now, but after letting the breeze blow on me, I feel a bit more awake. Let's not rush back yet, let's stroll around slowly for a little longer," Mu Weiwei said.
So, was this what it felt like not to be liked by him? It was as if she were submerged in icy seawater—so cold, and so utterly lost as to where the path ahead might lead.
With that, Li Qingya gently placed Zheng Jian on the sofa, then refilled his food and water before walking toward the bathroom to wash up.
Xiang Yixing watched him turn sideways, one hand resting on the steering wheel while the other reached behind her chair, and then looked at her with a sexy, thin smile curving his lips.
Of course, deep down she didn't think there was anything wrong with this; being a cauldron required having thick skin, and she was the same way.
The white dragon leaped back and forth within the Purple Mansion, able to sense Mo Tianwei's current emotional state, and felt an equal measure of extreme astonishment in its heart.
From the Southern Song dynasty until now, spanning over eight hundred years, the descendants of the Fen Yuan Li clan have multiplied and flourished across more than seventy villages in Jingxiao County, Loufan County, Lan County, and Ningwu County. They have grown to over ten thousand households and more than fifty thousand people, forming a massive branch of the Li surname.
"No one is here right now, you two don't need to hide anymore," Huo Tong said indictably and calmly. As her words fell, the current of air on the third floor shifted abruptly.
"Enough!" Ye Huang's vision blurred for a moment as Mo Ji already raised his arm—though he merely raised it without striking down, his gaze remained fixed on Dai Niang, looking as if he were infuriated.
The collision of spatial energies directly caused the space around the two of them to shatter, and numerous black cracks flickered in and out of existence all around them.
Meanwhile, outside the house, Mo Ji stood with his hands behind his back in front of the main entrance. There was not a trace of gentleness on his face; his eyes simply slanted coldly toward the western courtyard wall.
Upon hearing the Master of the Demonic Sword Valley, Yifang initially wanted to refuse, but meeting the Valley Master's turned-gaze, his heart inexplicably softened once more. Almost against his better judgment, he nodded. Seeing Yifang agree, the Master of the Demonic Sword Valley turned and left the courtyard. Only then did all the Daoist priests let out a long breath of relief.
At this mention, tears gradually welled up in Jiang Ye's eyes, and his voice grew much softer.
After three days of rest came the true finals. When Yiming heard the Nine Mysteries Sect Leader announce that the selection for the top sixteen had concluded, his legs finally gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to support himself any longer.
The brilliant light on the Executioner's Platform instantly swallowed everything, leaving Han Ning unable to see a single thing around her. The cold made her numb.
"I'm sorry." I didn't know why I was apologizing; probably because I'd watched too many TV dramas, and usually this was the moment when one had to apologize, right?
However, when the Piercing Rainbow Sword arrived less than two meters in the air before him, it was finally restrained by a spell formation.
Gao Yinyun looked at the cell phone in her hand, feeling deeply moved; this was the magic of a classic song.
Liu Wei also wore a face full of dark lines, wanting to argue back loudly, but thinking that he would still need the monitor's help tomorrow, he instantly dropped the thought of refuting.
Right now, everyone following the professional league was keeping their eyes glued to this matter. Ji Xiande had also rushed over, his complexion ashen to the absolute extreme.