Volume 1, Chapter 30: The Furious Old Matriarch—Go Buy It Yourself!

Wang Village.

"You lazy bones, are you packed yet? We’re heading to the train station soon, and if we don't get there in time, there won't be any tickets left. Are we going to your niece's wedding or not?" Wang Feng applied some foundation, dressed in vibrant red, and carried several items in her hands.

As soon as she finished speaking, someone interjected, arguing that it wasn't quite right. While Lu Ban is indeed the patron god of carpenters, he is not the founding master of coffin-making; if one is to get to the bottom of it, one ought to pay respects to the true patriarch of the coffin-making trade.

Yan Le was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to decline, Wang Jiaye stepped out of the room. Seeing Han Sulin standing to the side, Yan Le had no choice but to tell her to go ahead and settle the bill first.

"Hmph. That is exactly why I said you are a jinx. If Aojun wasn't your sister, why would we have ever thought to kidnap her?" Yaxue said with resentment.

However, this was merely the wishful thinking of the Qin Emperor. If the Immortal Sect were to promise some benefit to the King of Xiliang, the outbreak of war might not be impossible.

Although most customers are quite friendly, things like this happen occasionally; it is nothing unusual and not worth getting angry over. Of course, since I was the one who broke the rules first, I had no right to be angry anyway. In that case... pausing at the mouth of the alley and calculating, there was only one last item remaining.

When asked this, Duanmu Deshu leaned against his chest, her voice softening even further: "At first, being held was quite pleasant. After all, you hadn't been so cold for a long time, not like those first two years of our marriage. It was actually quite fun, but then..." Duanmu Deshu’s expression went blank, and things took a turn for the worse later on.

At the same time, the Qin Emperor swung his sword, and the entire Minzhou Road collapsed, turning into ruins in an instant.

The Qin Emperor’s eyes flashed, and he continuously cast hand seals, causing the separated Dao flames to rapidly condense into one.

"Who sent you?" Xin Zihan roared, his voice straining from inside the sack.

Because of his active assistance in logistical support, Chen Yaoyang was awarded a second-class merit and the title of Logistics Model.

Li Long kept changing the subject, but Yue Ming always managed to steer it back. Just as he was pondering how to deflect the conversation once more, a photo studio suddenly caught his eye.

No matter how unwilling Major Stanley was, he could not continue the offensive. However, even if he had the capability, it was no longer his turn, as the main force of the U.S. Eighth Army—including the 1st Cavalry Division, the 2nd Infantry Division, and the 25th Infantry Division—had arrived one after another.

All the guilt he had long suppressed toward his uncle, his sister, and everyone in the Mo family, along with his resentment and hatred for his own lack of strength and status, erupted in this moment. Furthermore, his immense internal energy radiated a remarkably powerful aura.

In the afternoon, they discovered that Uncle Wang and Ergou had been poisoned. The symptoms were very similar to those of a plague, but they had not died from the poison itself; it was murder.

Thinking of this scene, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I rubbed my belly and walked out, while Bo Yin was still busy in the kitchen.

An oppressive atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire carriage. Ye Chenmeng felt the pores of her skin tensing rhythmically.

The God Lord of the Great Zhou, standing at the threshold of the Quasi-Saint realm, felt a massive surge of energy erupt within his body the moment he heard the bell. His entire figure soared into the sky, reaching the celestial expanse beyond the reach of mortals in an instant.

This is also the limitation the Reincarnation Space imposes on great families. It is permissible to grant benefits to family descendants, but there are strict constraints; this is the difference between those from great families and ordinary disciples.

Thanks to this young man's ingenious ideas, the Land of Whirlpools gradually became the center of the ninja world, and the economic strength of the Hidden Mist Village grew day by day.

Upon hearing the tragic news at the hospital, Cai Guozhen clutched her child and stumbled over, falling to her knees in a fit of wailing. The child in her arms seemed stunned, holding a large apple and taking bite after bite, completely unaware of the human tragedy that had left them without parents.