Chapter 37: Your hair is so coarse, it must be quite prickly, right?

Huo Yixun wore a look of helplessness as he cast a glance at him: "We are both very busy with work; how would we have time to raise a cat?"

Jiang Shiyi knew he would say that and smiled slyly: "You may not have time, but you have money."

Huo Yixun: "..."

After a moment, Jiang Shiyi remembered: "This kitten doesn't have a name yet. Department Chief Huo, why don't you name it?"

Huo Yixun replied indifferently: "Suit yourself."

Everyone watched the old man in the red hat, expecting him to fly into a rage and deal with Hua Fei. To their surprise, the old man looked at Hua Fei as if he had seen a ghost; his lips turned pale and his body trembled.

"Uh, it’s not too late. These are things a chef should do, and even if I handed them over to you, I wouldn't feel entirely at ease. So... heh, it's fine, Junior Sister, don't overthink it." Seeing Nangong Qing’s look of guilt, Shan He hurried to console her.

"Sorry, I am neither a subject of the Dragon Clan nor of any damn Venerable. I work for whoever pays me." This was Zhong Wuyan’s unique personality; she knew what she wanted and did not follow the whims of others.

Especially when she thought about how the demon core was originally a gift from Shan He, a sense of sourness welled up in her heart.

"Besides, doesn't the money spent on in-game purchases eventually flow back into Honoka’s pocket?" Misato Ousaginin smiled at Honoka Kosaka, a smile that made Honoka’s heart skip a beat.

He had been holding onto a glimmer of hope, thinking he wouldn't necessarily be implicated, but he never expected Li Feng to see through the clues.

On the single bed, Song Qian sat cross-legged with excitement, while Shan He, leaning against the headboard, looked completely bewildered.

Successive victories filled the generals with anticipation, believing that the two remaining remnants of the Northern Yuan, Na'erbuha and Tuohuochi, would be defeated in a single battle. By then, only Nagachu would remain isolated in Liaodong, at which point he would have no choice but to surrender to the Great Ming.

Something had gone wrong with the Spirit Spring of the Hundred Flowers Palace, which meant the palace itself was in grave danger. This was a matter of life and death for the Hundred Flowers Palace, and Zi Ningxiang felt the pressure more than anyone else.

But just as the waiter approached, something horrifying happened to the Bird of Paradise member: the waiter splashed the soup in his hands directly onto him.

However, setting aside their current stances, as an elder brother, Rong Chi had been quite kind to her. She nodded and turned to leave.

If it weren't for him, Jiang Wan would never have taken the initiative to do these things, and because of that, he couldn't bear to let her handle them alone.

At first, Wang Tian wanted to refuse outright, but he felt that maintaining a good relationship with Xu Xing wouldn't be a bad thing.

What Jiang Zhengnian treasured most were his flowers and plants, and since he had watered them to death, it certainly counted as a deep-seated grudge.

However, given that neither of them were good people, Jiang Ming did not intend to have any further dealings with them, let alone become friends.

With 4750 points of effect damage, the Guild Master was wiped out before he could even play a card.

As Xu Xing removed his mask, all the Primordials present stiffened. A tremendous fear washed over them, but it was already too late. A phantom appeared behind Xu Xing, opened its maw, and inhaled sharply; instantly, all the divine power released by the Primordials was sucked away, creating a strange vacuum in the vicinity.

Inside the Reincarnation Tower, thousands of puppets lay dormant. The higher the level, the fewer the puppets, and those placed individually in separate compartments revealed their malevolent nature.

Looking at the crude tombstone, he felt as if he had a thousand words to say, yet he could not utter a single one.

In the end, the only living soul left of the Zhou family was an old yellow dog that had been left to guard the woodshed.

After drifting through the world of martial arts for years, Cang Yun would sometimes forget his own identity in a daze. In the dead of night, looking back at everything around him, he truly felt as if the past had been nothing more than a dream.