Chapter 132: The One Who Meddles Has Arrived—The One Who Meddles Has Perished

But then he thought to himself: good deeds stay hidden, but bad ones spread far and wide—this kind of thing can’t be hidden at all. She says this now only to comfort Zhang Guizhi.

Nowadays, people’s living conditions have diverged greatly; many pretend to flatter you to your face but say worse things behind your back—it’s better to keep your distance.

It was precisely because Jiang Yuankun was holding the line that Tang Chunjing felt safe to travel far and wide. The proof was in the outcome: Jiang Yuankun gave her a secure rear base.

Hahaha… Wu Zhi’s laugh? So you’ve been lying in wait for a fool here? This river crossing belongs to Dongzhou—any of Dongzhou’s five major factions has the right to pick someone up. But it still depends on the traveler’s choice, doesn’t it? Where to go is this cultivator’s right, understood?

So even though his attitude toward her was never what she wanted, the fact that he risked his own life to save hers was enough for her to repay him for a lifetime.

Lin Huanle had once heard of tragedies in university where romantic entanglements led to deaths.

Tang Chunjing had no shoes on her feet and couldn’t step down, so she bent her knees and sat cross-legged on the chair, recounting her afternoon deductions to Gu Mingyuan.

After all, at a large concert, lyrics or song meanings often aren’t that important—people care more about the singer’s overall stage presence and body movements.

She had a high fever and no strength in her body; having just dealt with Hu Mama was a good start—to scare them off first.

For someone like Chen Yang, he used to learn every skill possible—and Chen Yang happened to be top-tier in every single one.

Originally, the county magistrate of Yihé County didn’t turn away refugees entirely, but he imposed no relief measures whatsoever; instead, he charged them half a tael of silver just to enter the city.

He felt nothing toward the approaching Prince Fu Liu, but he found this Liandie unusually cold—perhaps because of the Yan prince standing before him—so naturally, he gave him no good look.

Tar almost laughed, but was helpless—human imagination was too rich, and that wasn’t always a good thing.

“Deception?” Jin Zhenghai felt his mind foggy. If Tar had deceived him, this incident seemed to have become the spark—and now it felt real.

So building the house was relatively easy to get help for, especially since Tan Shiqiu was willing to pay.

The rain grew heavier, the wind stronger; the sudden bad weather made headlines.

“By then she’ll be of age. She can make her own decisions.” Tar masked it well, smiling calmly.

Moreover, the treasure the mission asked them to find didn’t need to be handed in—they could sell another copy for extra profit, which wasn’t bad.

Jin Lu always felt his words carried deeper meaning, but they had already reached the drawing station; it was no longer convenient to speak further, so she suppressed her unease for now.

To teleport from the so-called “Earth Abyss Dungeon” to Shanhe Gorge, a coordinate must be set within Shanhe Gorge—that is, at least one original stone is required. Theoretically, it’s possible to obtain one.

Dapeng’s voice cracked with tears, but Zhao Xiaochen placed all his hope on Bai Wuchang.

The fused corpse’s round eyes blinked once, its surface rippling. The next second, another airwave shot out from the corpse’s eyes.

He truly didn’t want to spend his own money. While eating, he pondered how to silence them—get them to leave without donating to the temple, seeking a compromise.

After walking nearly two hundred steps, passing five bends, Meng Qingshan gradually heard the “boom boom” sound of water.

The overused areas had been medicated—cool and soothing, very effective; the pain was gone.

“Heh, don’t even think about it. This breakthrough took me years of accumulated effort—you’re not ready yet. Take it slow, don’t get greedy.” Bai Lang saw Zhao Xiaochen’s expression and knew what he was thinking.

Thinking of this, An Ning’er felt her cheeks flush slightly, a strange warmth rising in her chest—she felt both shy and eager.

“You still deny it was you? Then who stole from your bag? Point them out! Did the corn cob crawl into your bag by itself?” the team leader shouted.

Lin was baffled, then slightly awkward, but didn’t intrude. Since the other party acted as if they couldn’t see him, he might as well go along with it—pretend ignorance and walk away.

“Yes! Yes! I hit him! Ask any of the classmates who were there!” Liang Long nodded eagerly, grinning awkwardly as he glanced around at the boxing club students.

Yan Bei was speechless, doubting his own usage—but now it was too late to regret.

I don’t know who he really is, but I know he’s incredibly powerful! Mo Qianyuan took a deep breath.