Volume One, Chapter 48: A Dowry of Two Hundred Taels Required

Swearing Feather felt quite dissatisfied, thinking, “Is this the quality of your prison guards?” However, uncertain of his rank, he dared not speak rashly and instead saluted him once more.

Though all were aliens, Gu Youran sincerely did not believe that Leng Youhan would necessarily be more formidable than Zunwu, this native of the home planet.

Fortunately, the underground research facility’s defense system had been destroyed during the battle, allowing the nearly incapacitated special forces to proceed unhindered straight to the first basement level.

This statement was unbearably arrogant, yet due to the strange circumstances, no one felt anger; instead, they all stood stunned.

Soon after, everyone set the table and began breakfast. Liu Yan had just entered and found it inconvenient to step outside for fresh air immediately, lest the organization develop mistrust towards him.

Such a drastic change left me unsettled. I pondered inwardly: if Wang Zhaoyuan had not employed some extraordinary means or Meng Baoyuan had not offered Xu Qinniang a substantial sum of silver, then how much silver was it exactly? If it were so much that I would have to sing praises for a lifetime to repay, what would I do?

Shen Li was momentarily speechless, but Hong Luan could not bear it and was about to explain, only to be firmly stopped by Shen Li.

The shrill-voiced man kept saying “Yes, yes,” as footsteps gradually receded, seeming to indicate that one of them had already left.

Suddenly, a figure flashed, and with a sharp slap, the square-faced cultivator’s half face was concaved inward, changing his square visage into a triangular shape—an utterly terrifying sight.

The diary’s cover was a pale purple, with the name Shen Qingqing pasted on it, seemingly worried that no one would know it belonged to her.

She helped her. Very likely, she fell right into their trap. Who knew if this was merely a temporary measure? Once this storm passed and he held power firmly in hand, who would care whether you opposed or agreed? Reconciliation would be a matter of moments.

Midway through the meal, another cousin called, saying that the 2 million yuan loan at the city branch was due and asked for refinancing assistance.

This fervent technology enthusiast wouldn't last long. In about two years, he would likely have to return to take over.

After hanging up, Tang Youyou sighed in relief. The matter promised to her godmother earlier, she would now have to strive to accomplish.

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With this in mind, Gu Shangqing became even more determined to wrest the Gu family from Gu Yusheng’s grasp. Otherwise, when the next heir matured, he would end up failing as his father had.

“This stone sword is no ordinary weapon. Listen to its name—‘Breaking the Firmament.’ It means that with one strike, it could cleave open the hall of the godly Firmament Son. Of course, it’s not literally breaking the firmament; it’s a vivid metaphor for the sword’s power,” Mo Yi explained.

In matters of affection, he never liked to dawdle—if he liked someone, he liked them; if not, he didn’t. He was always clear and decisive.

First came the project collaboration. As long as the pit was well dug, draining their strength was an easy feat.

When Pasetal announced the start, Huoer eagerly stepped forward. Ricardo and the Tyrannosaurus had quickly forged a deep friendship and also approached, ready to engage.

Seeing this scene, Shen Shengyi glanced back at the glass of red wine he had just poured. Strange—not only was the wine in the glass gone, but half of the freshly opened 1982 Lafite remained.

“Forget it, I don’t want to think about this anymore. If you say it like that, so be it,” Ye Moran said, turning to look elsewhere.

Yet, that person was her attendant?! What on earth was the identity of that brat? Who else could have an attendant with such commanding presence?

“Is he related to Mo Qiu?” Seeing his expression, Qian Xiyue had already guessed the truth.

Thinking of the S-rank H-package in some abandoned laboratory, Xia You’s dark eyes flickered with a strange light.

“Madam, you may dislike me, but my mother is innocent,” Xiao Jing’s eyes reddened as she clenched her fists tightly, suppressing her unwillingness.

They had no desire to be sealed away. It must take great despair to be unafraid of being imprisoned for tens of thousands of years.

After bidding farewell to the Zhong Xiangfei family, Lin Chen and the others boarded the car and headed toward Tianhai City.

Others dare not speak, but regarding the inner workings of the Holy Grail War, Matou Zangyan believed he surpassed all current masters.

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Some things, when spoken from his mouth, seemed to take on a different tone. But Wang Yun didn’t mind; in fact, she found it quite amusing.

Refusing once or twice was no problem, but continuous refusal would inevitably anger the leaders.

He had secluded himself for so long that he had no idea of recent events. Rather than giving ambiguous explanations, it was better to remain silent; they would all understand eventually.

“Perhaps the King of Hell is weary of me; the underworld does not welcome me.” A sacred aura swirled as dazzling holy light shone, and his form transformed.

Ruicao stared at the comments on Mu Yirong’s shoulder, making Mu Yirong slightly uncomfortable. She changed the subject, telling Ruicao not to worry about the upcoming court session. Although the emperor’s temper had grown strange in recent years, he would not punish or scold without reason.

Ling Yufei was so furious she spat blood. Ye Aotian actually dared to admit Ling Ye into the Firmament Sect—this was an insult to her. As long as Ling Ye remained, she, Ling Yufei, would carry this moving stone of shame.

Wasn’t Lao Xiantian and Wang Wei on good terms? Moreover, this was just after Wang Wei had treated them. No matter what, he wouldn’t have laid such harsh hands on him. After inquiries, since the husky and cartoon dragon were not present in the private room at the time, no one could say exactly what happened.

Wang Wei was unrestrained, rolling up his sleeves, spitting on his hand, and striding toward the oversized dice.

With Fu Yuying’s token in hand, I followed Lan Zhi unobstructed to Fengqi Palace. After I entered, Lan Zhi left.

Outside the hall, there was tea and water on the red steps. Scholars could drink or use the restroom anytime. As long as they didn’t peek at others’ papers or cause a loud disturbance, no one cared what they were doing—even sleeping in the restroom was allowed.

Fang Dang looked at the primordial deity’s smug expression and silently lamented. If only he could bring the fish from the chaotic river’s real world here, he would surely have the primordial deity bite off his own tongue in rage.