Chapter 78: We Should Give All Top Three Spots to Our Wang Clan (Fifth Update, Ten Thousand Characters Achieved, Mastery of the Art)

Before leaving, the ugly girl reluctantly but swiftly ate half a plate of donkey head intestines.

Zhou Yingxi: Smells fragrant yet foul, delicious.

It’s old Tang’s fault for being clueless—how could a little fairy eat donkey head intestines? He should’ve been more careful with the serving.

But Yulou did not give Zhou Yingxi’s attitude any thought.

He preferred action over empty talk.

No matter how Zhou Yingxi treated him, it would not alter his predetermined plan.

As long as a person keeps moving forward, very

“Then isn’t it the same if you go? What if they have ill intentions toward you?” the man countered.

Xiao Ya laughed at Yu Fei, the strange glint in her eyes always tightly concealed.

Yet at the very moment the two orbs and their contents vanished from this realm, tiny fragments of space began to fall from the dark void ahead, as if the destroyed objects had been part of this space itself.

Hui Niang also marveled, never imagining that Chen’s aunt had turned misfortune into fortune—though she lost her child, she had saved her life; yet who would call this blessing?

Soon, hot water and tea were brought to the table. Li Cunyi, Zhang Zhankui, Shang Yunxiang, and Han Jinyong each sipped tea and drank hot water, breaking a light sweat that relieved their fatigue and brought on sleepiness.

“When has your period ever arrived on time?” Meng Meng glanced, utterly contemptuous.

“Is that important? Don’t you already have a reason to act against us now?” I regarded the middle-aged man coolly.

“How could I forget this matter? But something’s come up—I’ll handle my personal affairs first, then discuss that.” Liu Lei spoke coldly.

Couldn’t you have come earlier? Arriving only at the most critical moment—is that really intentional? Is this kind of showboating really that good?

Guidoumaru held one in each of his six hands: “Then, where to shoot first? The right hand.” Guidoumaru fired at Zhi Nai’s right hand.

“Didn’t you also see the results through your clone?” Hei Mo knew Hai Mo was pretending ignorance.

Two sword beams merged in midair, drawing down a bolt of lightning that slashed forward with the force of wind and thunder.

Zhou Mo recalled: when he walked back from the dump, he had passed no SUVs at all.

The blazing sun shone brightly; though it was winter, today felt like scorching summer—many had no choice but to shed their newly worn coats, and the weather unexpectedly grew warmer.

Mu Yihua received a letter from headquarters: “Secret?” The envelope bore the character “Secret”—he immediately tucked it away and went to find Yangjie.

Xu Lang didn’t know how to explain—he planned to buy up all the Japanese goods when they couldn’t be sold, so the Japanese would be grateful to Yulin Bay; he intended to use this method to indirectly learn about Japan’s current situation.

“When they move, you move too. Come on, let’s go eat something delicious—Master Moye is waiting for me to return.” Shui Tianlan said deliberately.

"Dad! I beg you—don't hurt Yulong! No! Otherwise, I'll never forgive you..." Cai Yan cried out, her voice heart-wrenchingly desolate, until the loud "bang" of a door closing on the second floor sealed her and her voice inside the room.

“What are you talking about? I don’t understand.” Though puzzled, Li Bing’s tense heart eased—if Ling Siyu had really been raped, she wouldn’t look like this.

“Hahahaha, you? You think you can monopolize Jinniu District in three months? Let me tell you—even Huang Yuan wouldn’t dare say that.” Wu Tie began to think this young man wasn’t as formidable as he’d imagined, uttering such arrogant words.