Chapter 51: The End of the Part-Time Job

"Those guys definitely know something, otherwise they wouldn't have told me to watch out! They definitely..."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ming and Li He immediately asked who they were.
Yang Ming opened his night-running chat group, where a few people had specifically inquired about his situation.
Pointing decisively at a few profile pictures, Yang Ming said, "I'm certain these people have been through that thing too!!!"
Zhang Ming and Li He noted down the names of those individuals.
After completing the written statements, the two of them departed.
These reptilian creatures that had stepped onto the path of cultivation and possessed dragon bloodlines were categorized in later generations into nine types: the eldest Qiuniu, the second Yazi, the third Chaofeng, the fourth Pulao, the fifth Suanni, the sixth Bixi, the seventh Bixian, the eighth Bixi (another variant), and the ninth Chiwen.
"Haha, I'll seriously consider it. Let me catch up on some sleep first," Murong Zhao said as she pulled a bolster into her arms, adjusted to a comfortable position, and closed her eyes to rest.
Shi Lin spoke with heartfelt emotion, his words winding through a thousand tender turns of feeling. Most of the teachers and students in the audience came from impoverished backgrounds and were moved to tears.
The fluctuation from the latter had now grown somewhat faint; even with his strength, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.
"Even if I die, I'll make you, Ying Quan, pay a price!" Old Man Cai Ba seemed to know that this move wouldn't be enough to kill Ying Quan, and declared his parting words in advance.
Qiong Xi also understood that even if he captured over ten thousand slaves, his prestige would remain intact. It might even grow higher, given how the various city-states feared Xia City.
"Lord Li, I wonder what is improper about Lu's words?" Seeing that it was Li Dongyang who spoke, the official surnamed Lu found it difficult to retort directly, so he cupped his hands and asked.
No, that wasn't right. Since Ming Zhongxin had laid the matter out in the open and explained all the various reasons, it showed that he still trusted them.
Yet he failed to see the utter determination in Yang Zaixing's eyes; the sword thrust right before him seemed to bring him no panic whatsoever.
Yingyue's eyebrows twitched, and the look she directed at Nian Ruo still carried a trace of scrutiny. Just as she intended to speak, Nian Ruo turned around, fixed her gaze on Yingyue, and a flash of red light crossed her pupils. Yingyue was instantly frozen in place.
He immediately manipulated several towering waves, dozens of meters high as if generated by a tsunami, and fiercely roared toward Chu Fan.
The voice echoing from beneath the podium continued. Far from fading away, it seemed to grow increasingly intense.
Su离 sat at her desk, burying her face in her hands, and felt the moisture against her palms. She even felt a sense of self-contempt in her heart: obviously it was she who had initiated the entanglement, obviously it was she who had chosen to let go, so why was she crying here now? Given her own choices, what qualification did she have to feel heartbroken? It was truly laughable.
Meanwhile, Li Ziyi and Diwu Yuting, who were sighing with emotion, remained completely oblivious to the fact that their fates had already been mapped out by others.
"Kill you?" Zhuang Feng thought to himself, what kind of medicine is Lin Moshen selling in his gourd? The Knight Commander already knew that he had Lin Moshen under his control. If the Great Demon King had really ordered the Knight Commander to kill Lin Moshen, the Knight Commander wouldn't have failed to mention it when they last met.
Seeing Zhang Qilin sitting up clad only in a thin vest, Wu Xie draped a quilt over him and fell into a quiet daze. Much of the information in his mind was missing, yet he couldn't figure out how to walk back to the previous hot spring.
Li Ziyi also liked money, though his desire for it was not particularly intense, yet he still liked it.
If not for the intervention of the Demi-humans, the world chat channel would probably have been filled with people from numerous realms cursing each other out. Take Pufferfish, for instance; had he not blocked the world channel, he truly wouldn't have been able to resist starting a flame war.
Everyone was somewhat aware of this matter, but their attitudes remained ambiguous. After all, whether this so-called gang system would bring more benefits or drawbacks was something no one could clearly determine. Thus, a heavy silence fell over the room for a time, broken only by the continuous bubbling of the beef offal soup simmering in the large iron cauldron in the center.
"Mother, but I still need to go check on the shop in a while." Lü Xiang'er had already planned out her entire day; how could she possibly stay peaceably at home?