Volume 1, Chapter 53: Venting Her Frustration

As soon as Rong Shaoqin arrived, Lin Hanchuan began to complain to him, "Brother Shaoqin, I mentioned her to you before, that same woman. Do you have any idea how ungrateful she is..."
He was somewhat drunk and went on a long rant, leaving Rong Shaoqin with no clue what he was talking about.
"Ha, General Cheng, I think there has been a misunderstanding." Ling Tian gave a wry smile and repeatedly cast apologetic glances toward Lin Yi.
Anyway, these matters had been settled long ago; it was merely a question of whether the time allocated would be more or less, and besides, time could not be drawn in advance.
Tang Xiao, Venerable Thunder Claw, Martial Venerable Sword Tiger, and Martial Venerable Thousand Hands rapidly entered the formation, joining forces with the Dragon Fire Old Hag to attack the Eighteen-Winged Flame Sparrow.
"You still don't understand the meaning of providing for you. I don't need you to provide for me!" Meng Fei explained.
Approaching the Mirror Shadow Realm, he suddenly burst forth, unleashing the final technique of the Grimpoon's Kiss—Hell's Reaper—and struck forward with a thunderous roar.
Ji Ziran left Youzhou, temporarily parting ways with Dao Feidao, intending to return to Wind and Cloud City to recuperate properly. Without breaking through to the Golden Core realm, he had no desire to return to this volatile battleground. Having now thoroughly offended the Ouyang clan, it would be difficult for him to maneuver on someone else's turf.
The last trace of anxiety in the hearts of the numerous main gods vanished, replaced by endless cheers.
"If you help me manage the New Energy Co., Ltd., and it fails to generate an annual revenue of tens of billions, I'll let you pick any of my companies below and give it to you as a gift," Meng Fei asked.
It was mainly because Wang Zesheng had arrived dressed in a suit and leather shoes from the very beginning, giving off the aura of someone who was already an executive business tycoon in daily life.
"Blood-Soaked Desolate City, are you truly determined to make an enemy of the entire demon faction for the sake of a traitor?" Pancake Kingdom pointed at Blood-Soaked Desolate City and demanded.
The keyboard operator was now rubbing his eyes in disbelief, wondering what on earth was going on. Upon checking, he discovered a massive influx of capital, which instantly caused the company's stock to skyrocket. Looking at the rapidly climbing stock prices, everyone's faces broke into joyful smiles.
The garbage and water stains inside made a mess of the entire floor. At that moment, he felt the room looked nothing less than a large-scale landfill, stinking to high heaven. After the commotion earlier that night, all his sleepiness had vanished completely. On a sudden whim, he decided to tidy up his home.
Suddenly, a terrifying burst of energy soared into the sky from the insect chrysalis, and countless fragments peeled away. At that moment, right in front of the Insect Immortal, a four-winged demon insect opened its blood-sausage-like maw.
"You're too polite, Big Brother. This is only what we should do. The former Sect Master treated us so well; without the Sect Master, we wouldn't have today!" Hu Chunlin said with a solemn expression, projecting a very serious demeanor. Chen Hao nodded.
He was the type of person who, no matter what problems arose in his career, would never discuss them with his family, because those were not things they ought to be worried about.
"Why don't we try another piece of equipment first? The Seven Sacred Artifacts are too precious," Zou Ting still felt somewhat apprehensive.
I sat in the living room wondering what on earth was going on. The more I thought about it, the stranger it became, and no matter how I analyzed it, something felt wrong. So, I hurriedly woke my friend up from his slumber.
"Alright!" Gu Nian applied a layer of seasoning to the various meats meant for grilling, and when the time came for barbecue, she threaded them directly onto iron skewers to roast.
Having landed a hit, the monkey scampered swiftly to the side, shaking its red bottom back and forth toward Zhang Ning as if to display defiance.
"I won't tell you yet. Wait until we've made some money this weekend," Chu Wangshu said with a grin, his chopsticks moving like rain while his mouth never stopped chewing.
Bringing up such a matter with Fang Yaozu would probably be useless, considering that Taiyuan and Chengdu were worlds apart.
The angel's mouth, split to its absolute limit, suddenly opened to emit a piercingly shrill roar, yet to those humans in a state of soul, this roar sounded like a blessing far more wondrous and melodious than any divine hymn.