Chapter 118: The Delivery

As the ox cart came to a halt, Gong Qi, the assistant, greeted them with a smile. "Miss, we've been waiting for you for a long time. Please, come in."

"Brother Gong, it seems your business has been going well lately. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be in such a hurry!" Qin Huiyin stepped down from the ox cart first, followed by the others.

"Haha, thanks to your methods, Miss, we have more and more returning customers. Those who used to find eating just one bird tiresome now order two at once, especially with the addition of noodles and those side dishes to cleanse the palate."

Indeed, once again, I went to Zhao Shirong’s territory to sell counterfeit paintings, which completely enraged him. Zhao Shirong instructed that middle-aged man to find evidence of my forgery and have me locked up for several years.

Zhang Yun wanted to apologize but couldn’t bring herself to speak. She understood how serious the matter was since it was indeed her fault. Gritting her teeth, she never imagined that Cui Baosheng would be so cruel.

Lin Cheng held the ring and, in front of everyone, took out thirteen vials of blood one by one to inspect them.

Huarui, caught between the two, was so frightened that she shut her eyes tightly, unable to bear looking. Huaxiong swung his waist blade wildly, hacking about.

Hong Yan only relaxed after seeing it crawl into the main hall; he then withdrew his gaze and curled up in the corner against the wall, waiting for dawn.

"Shouldn’t there be only one sky under heaven?" Sima Yun smiled and pointed to the dark clouds above. Ever since the old master cleaved open the gate of heaven with a sword, Zhang Mingyue always felt as if celestial beings were constantly watching from the clouds.

As he spoke, three or four beams of light emerged from either side, colliding with the sorcery just unleashed by Messi.

The middle-aged man before them was none other than Ao Tianlei, younger brother of Ao Tianfeng, current head of the Proud Sword Manor. The handsome youth in splendid clothes was his son, Ao Yunfei. It was said that this boy was extraordinarily gifted, a prodigy rarely seen in centuries, with rumors even suggesting his cousin, Ao Yunlong, the manor’s young master, possessed similar talents.

Facing the Bucks’ assault, the Eagles fought fiercely, even Iliassova, who had been leisurely playing, fell to the ground scrambling for rebounds. Some Bucks players were utterly bewildered—was this really a bottom-tier Eastern Conference team?

"Don’t worry, I’m just going up to fill in; I’ll run a few steps and then come down," Zhang Ting said, seeing Li Yuehua looking at her. She thought Li Yuehua was grateful and smiled, even sticking out her tongue playfully.

After more than ten days of personally overseeing operations, Captain Wenste had established his authority in the eyes of the first and second mates and the sailors.

While thinking this, suddenly Huo Yuanzhen walked slowly into the dining room holding a newspaper, then plopped down opposite Zhuang Qingqing without any hesitation, occasionally glancing up at her "performance" while eating.

"Who said you’re my wife?" Er Ya scolded, denying it aloud, yet every time she heard him call himself her husband or call her his wife, her heart melted as if she had tasted honey.

The two kinds of fire, the Dan Flame Fire Flower and Dan Burning Flower, were forcibly compressed together, instantly becoming wildly uncontrollable.

Ji threw off the quilt, twisting her body desperately, turning her head with a pained expression to look at Chunxia.

Honestly, she quite liked this place by the mountain and water, with its somewhat gloomy atmosphere. Her intuition told her she liked the color black.

"Fortunately, Master Chen now has a beloved wife in his arms. Aren’t you afraid she’ll get jealous?" An Moxi’s lips curled into a cold, profound smile.

General Gao’s police uniform was already tattered, his body covered in wounds, fresh blood trickling from the corners of his mouth. He neither called for help nor groaned, not making a single sound.

"Wife? Awake yet? I was thinking of coming to pick you up for lunch," came Huo Lingfeng’s call.

You’ve probably experienced this too—when a certain rhythmic music plays, your body can’t help but move along with the beat.