Volume One, Chapter 49: I Only Wish to Honestly Be a Servant

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Sima Yun was left speechless by Liu Qi’s words. Frustrated and angry, she cursed at him, “If you want to die, just say so. I’ll make it happen for you!”
Liu Qi replied calmly, “I don’t want to die.”
“Then behave yourself!” Sima Yun snapped angrily.
“Big sister, I’ve always been obedient,” Liu Qi said softly.
“You!” Sima Yun was once again at a loss for words. “Damn you, Liu Qi, get lost!”
Angered, she cursed loudly and turned away.
Liu Qi watched her retreating figure silently.
At this moment, he felt confused. He didn’t understand what exactly he felt for Sima Yun, nor what kind of relationship they truly had.
He couldn’t even...
The soldiers had probably gone together. They returned right on time, almost to the minute. With everyone gathered, they all headed home in high spirits. It was likely the latest they had stayed out since joining the army, and they chatted excitedly as they walked.
“Since you like fire, I’ll give you some ice instead,” Chen Yu said calmly. With a shift of his hand, the glowing orb transformed into a thread of icy power. As the vortex approached, he threw it out with one hand.
After retracting the soul-locking needle into the Voidstone, Xiao Yang jumped off the bed. After observing the slowly growing spirit tree for a while, he leisurely stepped out of the cave dwelling.
“I really don’t want to hide this from you—there’s not much left. The base I earned from the last grand competition was long squandered. This time, I had no choice,” Chen Hao said.
Following the news, large orders kept flooding in to sell. As long as there were buyers below, even bigger sell-offs would appear, overwhelming those attempting to hold the line.
The smoke burned her lungs, making Yang Lele uncomfortable. She frowned. “Brother Feng, this cigarette tastes awful, and it costs over fifty yuan a pack?” Back then, over fifty yuan was quite expensive. Workers generally earned a few hundred yuan, some over a thousand. Those who went into business made far more, so wages weren’t a fair comparison.

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Yet the fierce bandit begged desperately. He was still young—only fifty years old—with cultivation at the Tianhuang realm. His lifespan was a full three hundred years, meaning he still had two hundred and fifty years to live.
A flash of icy blue light erupted. Blood splattered as the Primal Python writhed in agony, furiously thrashing its tail and smashing the air with explosive pops.
But she was dead—gone far too soon, unexpectedly—and she took all his memories with her, perhaps even hatred.
“We assigned specialists to study the Wushuang City market. Prices there can’t change anymore; they’re very uniform. There’s no room left to squeeze out profits. However, if the order from Zhongshan goes through, the Shengdan will quickly transform into Huayingdan. It’s incredible,” Shui Tianya marveled.
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