Chapter 37

"Sign it? Why wouldn't I? Only a fool would turn down a profitable deal," Zhao Nian said decisively.

Upon hearing this, the steward’s wife set aside her grievances and pent-up frustrations, smiling hurriedly. "Yes, yes, of course. The old lady has been waiting anxiously, hasn't she? Ever since word came yesterday that the Princess would be visiting the estate today, she has been waiting since dawn." As she spoke, she led the way toward the First-Rank General's Mansion.

"The Madam doesn't remember him now. If you are too forward, sir, you will surely be hated to death." Ever since the Eighth Prince was called an ugly man last time, Qingci had developed a new respect for Gu Liaoliao.

Baili Muyan did not draw his sword but instead received the strikes with his bare hands. Liaoliao’s martial arts had improved significantly, and no matter how one looked at her, she was still as adorable as ever.

Rong Xijue and Ling Zhuang overlooked the scenery of Jinling from the palace walls. They saw a lake in the distance where an island rose from the water, connected by causeways and bridges, with the eaves of pavilions peeking through. The mountain scenery beyond the lake stirred a sense of longing in the heart.

Yu Shan drove the car out of the campus and onto the ring road. Putting aside certain unpleasant rumors for the moment, a question suddenly occurred to him: was he supposed to be picking someone up at the station or the airport?

In this day and age, the White Crane Hotel was definitely one of the best hotels in Qibei. Whenever the government or official departments held such banquets, they were either held at the White Crane Hotel or arranged at the National Pulse Building.

The relationship between the two countries had reached this point, and while everyone seemed satisfied on the surface, the Song Dynasty was actually quite unwilling to accept it. Its greatest desire was to recover the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun; without them, it could not rest easy.

Liu Xuehua cast a shy, sidelong glance at Murong Yanhu, as if this outfit had achieved the desired effect.

The next day, Gao Feng followed the troops as they headed south. Only half of the Baojia Army was deployed this time, as the other half had to remain to guard the manor.

Only then did Wang Chao realize that these people couldn't even see the shape of the flying fish, and he could not help but fall into deep contemplation.

Wang Yan at the initial stage was manageable enough, but with the addition of Old Man Hua at the middle stage, he had no hope of victory, let alone now that Old Man Bai had arrived as well.

"Wuji, did your master really say nothing to you? Think carefully," Supreme Master Yupuo urged, still feeling uneasy.

"It is time for this to end!" Tao Shang let out a dragon-like roar, and the Green Dragon Blade in his hand slashed out with the force of a tidal wave.

"Crack, crack~" Baidila had just entered the waste slag cave when the mages arrived on his heels. Everyone had communication devices, so they naturally knew what was happening; without a word of command, they rushed directly into the entrance of the cave.

The situation was far too strange. The two domains had always been at peace, never having entered a state of combat readiness, and both had tried their best to exercise restraint. Once war broke out, neither side would benefit; instead, both would decline together.

"Wow, that sounds amazing. Does it mean that the sword energy we use and the golden greatsword I summon are actually tapping into fallacies?" Yanyun interpreted it this way.

Wu Fei did not stand on ceremony. As the chairwoman of the Cui Group, this amount of money was nothing to Cui Xiaoxuan. Wu Fei smiled and said, "I accept your sponsorship, Ms. Cui," and with that, he opened the box.

Just as Luo Minhong was about to express his dissatisfaction, he saw Li Yu walk to the front of the car, skillfully placing a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it with equal ease.

Xue Qiluo looked at one, then the other, then at Shen Qiang and Rong Xu who were stifling their laughter, and finally at the expressionless Xie Lin.

"Xiang Nuan told you? Are they dating now?" Wang Guoan felt a bit agitated at the news.

On one hand, Luo Minhong had an imposing presence and looked like someone not to be trifled with; on the other hand, it was difficult to argue with a client in front of Yang Yun.

They thought, since Ruixiang Tower had announced new dishes for fifteen consecutive days, they could go tomorrow if not today. It wouldn't do to let Spring Mountain Restaurant’s business look too bleak on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year.

But as for those 20 silver coins, if Lu Yuan wanted to grind monsters to drop gear to sell, he didn't know how long it would take.

Li Youtian and Luo Minhong desperately signaled to Li Yu with their eyes, meaning: couldn't he just let it go and say less?

"Actually, I felt the same way half a minute ago." He hadn't expected this Immortal Venerable Shangqing to be not only long-haired and flowing but also so handsome.

Just as he was about to leave to submit his quest, a flash of white light dazzled his eyes.

Taishang Laojun and Yuanshi Tianzun exchanged glances, put away their invitations, took one look at the game house's door, and simultaneously launched an attack on Jieyin.

At the time, she had been sound asleep and her mind was a complete blur. Now that she had thought it over repeatedly, she finally understood the truth.

"It’s alright, I will rub it for you; it won't hurt in a moment," Xiao Mingxiu said with a smile to comfort her, his hands never ceasing their motion.

About forty minutes later, the four arrived at Hong'en Temple. Ling Yunpeng walked to the living quarters of Gao Zirui and Shen Zhijun and opened the door, letting the three of them familiarize themselves with the environment.

Beyond combat training, they also had to reshape their values. The simplest method was inciting hatred against the rich. 47 told them that although they were assassins, why did they become such? It was because the city harbored an evil force like the Court of Owls, and their goal was to overthrow them.

Excluding the Heavenly Demon Token and the Heavenly Demon Seed Jade Manual that had just been completed, there was actually no difference in the martial arts heritage between Ling Zhongxiao and Xuanyuan Shang.

The background music of a Chinese gourmet program began to play. Deep-frying was the most common method in the culinary world, especially for meat and fish—a practice passed down through ages.

Guan Yifeng was caught off guard by the fair body that suddenly threw itself into his arms. A look of complete bewilderment appeared on his face, and he did not know where to place his hands.