Volume 1, Chapter 52: Rich Spoils and a Landscape Painting Hidden in a Sock!

"What? This, this, this is even worse than killing me." Lord Green Eagle trembled all over; such a thing was simply unacceptable to him.

After all, the consumption level in the county town was limited, and people still looked for cheap meals. If the dishes were priced too high, no one would eat them.

With her arms crossed over her chest, Xu Yourong kept telling herself that everything would be fine. He was Lu Yunfei, the existence whom Long Baiquan described as even more formidable than Xiang Wentian.

In his right hand, countless streams of extreme black Yin energy surged forth, forming the shape of a protective shield.

Li Zhong found it strange. He could not understand why, if they were going to fight to the death, they wouldn't stay on the third floor. That way, they could at least conserve a little stamina.

However, what Zhang Haotian valued more was people's enthusiasm and attention toward the God-Creation cultivation technique, which showed him that ordinary people in this world were not truly fond of resigning themselves to fate.

The miniature chieftain usually had his own exclusive cave, but due to his special size, the entrance was also extremely tiny. Even when Qin Zheng bent down, he couldn't squeeze through.

The moment Wang Dakui's hand landed on Li Zhiyuan's shoulder, he yanked it back as if he had been electrocuted, clutching his hand and crying out in pain.

"Let's go, time to pick up some money, make a bit more so I can afford to marry a wife—marry a city girl, and return to my hometown in glory," Li Zhiyuan thought with anticipation. Just as he was about to head toward the underpass, he suddenly realized he had forgotten the two newly bought outfits, leaving them in Luoman's car.

Taking advantage of the shockwave, Jiang Hanlin flew back to dodge. Knowing that the opponent regarded him as the weak link of the Mingjian Sect, he began to patrol the surroundings.

In fact, Jia Baoyu had already prepared a banquet inside. The sudden change of venue was for no other reason than a casual, untruthful remark he had made in front of his mother.

"Oh!" With a soft gasp, Ouyang Tingxuang looked with a hint of wonder at the projected image of the Heavenly Blade System that had suddenly appeared.

"Indeed, Ghost Wind's actions are becoming increasingly outrageous nowadays. To think they even dare to come to our Spirit Cloud City to recruit people over the years; they truly know neither the heights of heaven nor the depths of the earth," Ouyang Cheng said with a sneer.

She was somewhat irritated. A flash of coldness crossed her deep eyes. Ye Qing let go of the hand she was holding, cast a sharp gaze at the youth, and scrutinized him from head to toe.

Having a man around really made a difference. Lying under the covers was like having a giant hot water bottle that warmed up the bedding so thoroughly that Sanye almost broke out in a sweat.

Liu Jinzhi didn't dare to think too much. In her opinion, being able to rise as much as it had before, 15 yuan was already quite a lot.

This "leaf cake" tasted truly wonderful, packed exceptionally full of fillings. In particular, the pickled mustard greens paired with the juicy, oily meat made it more fragrant with every bite.

Having said this, Gicela didn't even give the Frost Archer a chance to continue questioning, directly turning her head away to avoid looking at him.

At a glance from the commander of the Western Depot, two of his subordinates brought in a man with clean clothes.

Terrified just like the Spaniards such as Aretoleka, the people of the other four countries—England, France, the Netherlands, and Portugal—were equally intimidated by the Ming army.

Right now, however, the Scorpion Spirit didn't know what kind of wrong medicine it had taken; it seemed to have turned into a dog and momentarily lost its threat, so he wasn't in such a rush anymore.

After toiling away for two or three months with nothing to show for it, the English and French envoys even began to gradually feel despair and helplessness.

Even the lifespans of Emperor-realm powerhouses were now slowly diminishing, with many of them having only a thousand years left to live. Even Dao Ancestor-realm powerhouses had only five thousand years of life remaining—a shockingly short duration.

As specially created cloned cyborgs, Blood Attendants were practically "immortal" beings. Even if they suffered fatal injuries, they could transmit their minds back to a clone the moment of death and be resurrected once again.

However, just as this thought flashed through Bai Chen's mind, a sudden, drastic change occurred in mid-air.

To make the other party eliminate their guard, an animal's method was to expose vulnerable parts such as its belly or neck, letting the opponent's sharp claws press upon them as a sign of submission.

Sein Kagach was furious. He was the most formidable master among the mosque's believers; if he failed to complete the task assigned by the elder, he wouldn't be able to enter paradise or receive the protection of the True God after death.

Those from Jiangnan City, Guangdong Province, and the loyal princess fans could no longer control their emotions.

Cultivation techniques suitable for mortals seemed numerous, but when summarized, they were all quite similar, though the effects produced during cultivation would vary.

Listening to someone hurling such vicious curses at the cunning fish, Baili Qingyun, whose verbal skills were never very impressive, gave a reply that was not clever at all. Fortunately, his physical execution skills were top-tier.

Though Muyun thought he truly couldn't escape this time, at that very moment, for some unknown reason, the Yuntian Sword he had just drawn leaped out of its scabbard in an instant, transforming into a golden beam of light that blocked his way.

Shilu controlled the mass of viscous fresh blood before her, instantly turning it into a blood arrow that shot toward the head of the strange insect. With a crisp 'crack~' sound, the viscous blood smeared all over the strange insect's face, completely blocking its vision.

Although Feng Wu's temperament was vastly different from Mo Qiongwu's, she was no less lovable. Youmie and Qingtian had somehow reached an agreement; both were exceptionally gentle and considerate toward her, frequently caring for her and asking about her wellbeing.

When the keys drifted relatively upward toward the air, Senior Jiji and Senior Siji once again simultaneously cast a spell, directing their magic straight at the two keys.

With a turn of her brows and eyes, Ziyu knew instantly that this was the wealth the Prince of Zhenbei had plundered from the royal family of Lingnan. "War yields wealth"—that was precisely what this referred to.

Zhai An certainly couldn't go back to drive today. Generally, employers would try their best to have him complete the mission, so until he was certain of safety, he wouldn't let himself take risks.

Before long, Yuwei brought people over. When Old Man Meng clearly saw who was being carried on the stretcher, anger instantly flared up within him. In that moment, he felt as though all his old face had been utterly disgraced by this useless old Li.