Chapter 120: A Husband with the Power of Money

Those ten episodes of the comic were essentially a small story, depicting how the protagonist, despite suffering all sorts of unfair treatment, still faced life with positivity and optimism.

Because even though life is filled with injustices, not everyone loses their way because of them.

On the contrary, such experiences can make one even more resilient and proactive in facing the various difficulties and challenges life throws their way.

"What about the twenty episodes you are creating now?"

"As for these twenty episodes, previously, I was penniless and underground, never knowing when I might be taken out. But things are different now. Especially after gaining the combat power to stand against a thousand, Chai Lang finally feels a sense of security."

Even if Arantir were to slaughter every living soul in the world, it might not necessarily weaken his opponent by much; instead, it might only provoke his adversary to awaken from their dormancy ahead of schedule.

The battle between Arantir and the Demon Overlord had always been a sequence of heavy blows following a major ultimate skill. Now, having traded blows for so long, they have reached the moment to unleash their final trump cards.

Of course, Song Xi had indeed been deliberately hiding her affections. Clearly, she feared causing Su Mohan to become resistant. Thus, upon seeing Su Mohan’s reaction, she hurriedly explained what she had just said, trying to steer him away from thinking in terms of romance.

After packing his things for a while, Liu Fan headed out with Ye Ji. This time, with Liu Fan present, they took the elevator.

Naturally, Su Mohan was stunned by this object—not because of how ghastly it was, but because the person who had hurled it above his head possessed a level of power he found incredible.

Seeing this, Lu Tianming instinctively reached for his Xuanyuan Arrow, intending to exert overwhelming force, but upon observing the movements of the Blue Spirit Bird, he stayed his hand.

Gao Xiang had painted half of the design on the door and was feeling quite pleased with herself. She had not expected someone to shove the door open, leaving a bright red smear across her "masterpiece" which she had meticulously crafted for half the day. Furious, her face flushed red, her chest heaved rapidly, and she opened her mouth, ready to unleash a torrent of profanity.

Li Xialiu spoke first, producing a Sumeru Bag to release a severely injured and unconscious martial artist.

The famous detective who had pointed out that Xu Feng might be the root of all the murders was found dead in a gutter in a red-light district.

Yan Keran had always prided himself on his sharp mind, but faced with the intricate and chaotic situation within the imperial court and the capital, he had to admit that his intellect was no longer sufficient. Beyond these entanglements of fame, power, and profit, there was also a sentiment that left him most caught in a dilemma.

Legend has it that the Zhan family did not originally bear the surname "Zhan." Their original name is lost to history; they were simply called the "Zhan Family" because every member was a battle-hardened fanatic.

The two lovers, who had not seen each other for a long time, clung to each other for quite a while, only parting when they reached the brink of losing all restraint.

Shen Xiaoran left early every day. After officially moving into the old Shen family residence, she rarely made breakfast for him, but dinner was the one thing she insisted on preparing herself, no matter what.

He was cold by nature, rarely smiled, and had no interest in meddling in others' affairs. But since Mu Qingyan was now the doctor in his inpatient department—and a potential golden goose—he knew he couldn't just ignore her.

In particular, when the words "Butcher Zhang" were uttered, a clear flash of displeasure crossed the Jade Emperor's face; he went on to speak of the Zhang family again.

Gong Jinfei patted him on the shoulder. He had always admired Chu Danyang’s character, which was why they had grown up together, and their friendship had never faltered.

Passing by a temple, Jin Zha heard the constant chanting of Buddhist scriptures. Feeling a force deeply attracting him, he walked inside as if spellbound.

"Yiyi, I need to leave for a while," Tao Xianqian said, suddenly setting down his bowl and chopsticks.

Shen Xiaoran had not been on any missions lately and could return home every night, so Mu Qingyan would head back to Jixiang Street after school.

Thus, when Yun Hao’s seventy-ninth punch landed on Leon’s face, Mike, exhausted and unable to follow up, had his throat slit by the daggers in the hands of Chu Yan and Zhao Shishi, collapsing helplessly to the ground.