43 A Gift, Warmth from a Dear Friend

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Returning home, the sky had already darkened. Zhang Cuihua and Li Minhua sat in the Jin family courtyard, where steam still curled from the kitchen.
"They should be back soon," Zhang Cuihua remarked.
"Likely so, they’ll be able to have a hot meal as soon as they arrive," Li Minhua replied.
Just then, Meng Maocai and Meng Changhe arrived.
"Why have you two come?" Zhang Cuihua asked.
"Are Brother Shan and the others not back yet?" Zhou Maocai peered toward the courtyard gate.
The human life-soul, through the Heavenly Impulse and Spiritual Wisdom souls—two of the seven sub-souls—governs thought and wisdom. Through the Vitality and Central souls, it governs action. Through the Essence and Spirit souls, it governs the physical body and its vigor. The Central soul alone serves as the core of the seven, to which the life-soul is anchored across the seven chakras.
"I am already aware of this matter. You may return to the East Sea for now and continue to monitor the movements of Penglai Immortal Island closely," Kunpeng said indifferently.
Otherwise, given the skill of a player at the Heavenly Origin realm like her, how could she have remained unscathed by the violent barrage of Yamato Sakito’s crescent-shaped energy blasts and the nine consecutive shots from Zhou Sicong’s Star-Trace Bow, only to suffer such a sharp drop in HP from a mundane physical strike?
"Load all the money onto the vehicle," Ye Kaicheng instructed Lu Heng, who had already returned and was waiting nearby.

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"Why are you so curious?" Ye Kaicheng poked Xu Zuoyan’s cheek lightly, saying with helpless resignation.
The venue was filled mostly with spectators, many of whom were students led by teachers who would pause periodically to provide explanations.
Walking over slowly with light footsteps, Ye Lian, who was sitting in the pavilion lost in a daydream, did not notice Ye Qingyan’s arrival at all.
In reality, these occurrences were most frequent on weekends; most of the challengers were students, and many had come because it was a school assignment.
If Li Mu could once allow cards to transform his own cells into Gourmet Cells, could the strength gained by Gourmet Cells under the influence of gourmet food also be retained?
Zhuo Xiong crouched down and pressed his ear against the tunnel, faintly hearing a series of footsteps, seemingly from just next door.
He had now learned that a certain traitor—one whom the Yellow Springs despised to the core, yet forbade them from acting against—had changed the location of their residence.
To his surprise, he found he had passed! Despite not writing a single page of the exam, he had been directly admitted to Tsinghua and Peking University.
Madame Zhang held control over a dozen shops located in the bustling city center and lived a prosperous life, yet she frequently used her status as a relative to beg for favors, habitually feigning poverty within the Duke's mansion and departing with a full haul every time.
The members of the brigade, having just received this news, were visibly dejected, and a chorus of complaints immediately erupted.
With such a massive benefit on the table, if they didn't join in, how would they ever manage to survive in this place in the future?

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Pang Lian lowered his head and stepped forward, passing through a curtain of blood-red webs as thin as gauze, entering a deep, secret chamber. Before his eyes lay three human-pork hybrids embedded in the wall on the left. The hybrids on either side had already been digested and corroded, no longer resembling humans.
On that jet-black face, it wasn't just the facial structure or features that were ugly; the real issue was that, combined, they looked incredibly ferocious, enough to make one’s heart tremble at a single glance.
When Kamishiro Erina heard there was money involved, her beautiful eyes lit up. She took it immediately, opened it, and was pleasantly surprised to find fifty thousand yen.
Finally, they stacked the sandbag wall, which was over three meters wide, to a height equal to the gate tower of Xiguan Gate.
By the time their group of over four hundred arrived at the pass, there were already a dozen or so pedestrians waiting in line.
I continued, "And what if we go to Mei Qiang’s house?" After speaking, I provided the address for Mei Qiang’s home.
After all, Lin Mu was set to travel far today. Although as a top star and investor of the production crew he had the right to be late, or even to leave a few days later, that clearly did not align with Lin Mu’s attitude toward work.
Ordinary snakes would typically coil their bodies, pivot their heads, and prepare to strike. But this creature simply stared at the humans, watching them flail about with cold indifference.