Chapter 247

Without realizing it, his attitude toward others had subtly changed. Especially now, with the reconstruction of Jiling City, maintaining appropriate reserve and reasonable indifference was necessary.

"Tyrant? How could there be a tyrant here?" Shuang stared at the giant inside the isolation room.

Their thoughts were much the same: since nothing could be uncovered, one would be responsible for protecting the new madam's safety, while the other continued to watch the Xiao and Ji clans.

Rong Cheng sat in the carriage, the street scenes outside the window gradually becoming more prosperous. He closed his eyes as if dozing, his assistant beside him dared not speak a word or ask where they were going, only slowing the carriage's speed as much as possible.

Mu Zhen and the others walked ahead. He Fuzhu followed behind. Finally, she saw that family go to Yipintang for a meal. Naturally, she grew even more convinced that Mu Zhen and the others had hidden savings.

Upon hearing that Mu Zhen ate pig offal and pork bones, those deliberately summoned people genuinely felt injustice on behalf of Mu Zhen's family.

The next morning, Zhan Xing and Yan Tong finally prepared the resource list and sent word back, arranging to meet in the residence of Ye Yan that afternoon for the transaction.

"Much better, thank you," Xiao Xiao replied calmly, a flicker of sorrow passing through her eyes before she returned to her usual demeanor.

"Let's go," An Yirou said, walking slowly forward without glancing at Xia Chenxuan again, like an insignificant passerby.

Mu Zhen herself had picked out the foundation site. As a person from the new century, she certainly didn't care much about it, but everyone else insisted that such an important matter absolutely required a fengshui master's inspection.

He flipped his hands, hooked his waist dagger, lifted it slightly to make it easier to draw, leaned back, and shed his upper garment. As he flung the clothes down, the dagger wrapped inside fell silently—the men above noticed nothing.

"Hey, still pretending? Lose and play dead? Is this really how you defend your dignity?" Di Chongxiao kicked mercilessly.

Naturally, one would feel restless, seeking something to do—after all, writing a movie script isn't easy; a good script sometimes requires years of refinement.

To be honest, Yin Feng didn't want Sun Ren to leave tomorrow. They had been captured together and made slaves, endured hardship side by side, and shared deep brotherly bonds.

Yin Feng frowned tightly, growing anxious. No wonder even that Inner Peak Elder was at a loss—this was truly too thorny.

First, expand the original 80 town guards of Qingshui Town to 200, all recruited from existing residents, forming the Town Defense Unit One, led by Yang Han, the original squad leader.

Zhang Lei flew into a rage, about to speak, when Li Dian had already leapt up and kicked the captain of the personal guard square in the chest. The captain had already been half-dead from beating; Li Dian's kick was powerful—now, the captain was dead, sent straight to the netherworld.

Zhao Ge saw the supervisor emerge and recognized him, so he greeted them. But Zhang Lei's attitude was cold—he merely bowed slightly, then turned to ask the duty officer what had happened.

Second, bureaucratic places are breeding grounds for trouble; he would never involve himself in such affairs in this lifetime, lest he suffer during turbulent times.

Although the voice alone told him where the problem lay, he wasn't sure whether this fourth-rank ability user could resolve it himself—even if he was only a half-disabled fourth-rank.

But chasing after excitement was never their style or preference; they were here for other reasons.

"No way!" Zhai Qihan widened her eyes, face flushed red—clearly teased by Shanghai Ma Chao.

"Don't be nervous. Don't follow any rhythm—just maintain steady progress," Wang Xiu smiled at Wu Chang.

Liu Moyan controlled so many officials' secrets, especially hidden matters; Duan Jinrui had no doubt his own network of spies was more than one—he knew, and Liu Moyan knew too.

A strange sound rang out. The spotlight turned toward it, and all four backs grew cold. It wasn't that Yeying's group lacked courage—it was just that the scene before them was too eerie.

When speaking of their time in the Demon Beast Forest, Wenren Ya always spoke indifferently, as if all the suffering had been endured by others.

Li Ye would never respond to such a request, but he didn't wish to make Qi Changdong's life difficult, so he said: "Magistrate, rest assured. Soon, I shall travel to Yexian to visit Inspector Liu—the tax matters will be handled by me."

Following two well-known ninjas from the original novel, Badak arrived at an open, empty field.

Remember, branches are naturally soft; even with a knife, improper force won't cut them—how much less so with just a casual palm strike?

After a long while, Xuan Ming lifted his head again. He still frowned, his eyes clouded with confusion that refused to clear.

"Hmph, I'm Khorchin Harbars, not some Yang Heihu!" Yang Mingzhu's father snorted.

In his past life, the technique he cultivated was only an ordinary spell in the cultivation world. Though it could condense true yuan and eventually refine it into true spirit, he had never truly understood the Dao.

At the critical moment, Xia Luo's body glowed with golden light. Combined with the formidable defense of Xia Luo's Evil Spirit Armor, the incoming attack caused him to lose not a single point of health.