Chapter 332: Buying a Building? Becoming Lazy? A Huge Uproar

That very night.

Cao Sheng sat in front of the computer, working up the mood to write, but his mind kept drifting to the three shopfronts he'd gone to look at today, which left him a bit annoyed.

He wasn't annoyed at the price of those three shopfronts, but at how the matter was affecting his writing state.

This was also one of the reasons he'd never wanted to start a company before.

It would scatter his energy and attention.

Only, now that he had more funds on hand, he had to find some way to invest them, otherwise,

Then that's the decision — once the army arrives, toss the matter to his subordinates and vanish on his own.

Mu Qingyu spoke again, as always serene and lovely, like sweet dew flowing into the heart, but in Zhou Xiaohu's ears it was like a spark landing in a boiling oil cauldron.

Although the people of the tribe were all bold and open by nature, no one dared speak rudely; in their hearts they all carried reverence.

Yuan Qiuhua said: A son cannot abandon his mother, but a husband can put away a wicked wife. No wonder everyone says the Eunuch is a useless wretch — when he should have cast her off, he didn't, and instead invited trouble. Truly, she's been a calamity for three generations.

"But Mayor, if this goes on we'll be starved to death," Bai Mian said with a grief-stricken face.

At the same time, Jiang Guangtou not only failed to recognize where his own mistake lay, but also believed all of this had been started first by the People's Party and the Vanguard Army, so he again ordered his troops to immediately launch an attack against the other side.

Da Fei pulled out a military dagger, slit open a case of Wangzai Milk, took out a few cans and handed them to Chen Bin and A Cai, then twisted one open himself and brought it to his mouth, taking big gulps.

But such a commotion had already alerted Bai Qi, who was on the topmost floor of the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, absorbing the spiritual energy of spirit stones and cultivating with single-minded devotion.

"Xiang Ba, stop putting on that fake act. Just because your wife and child died from drugs, you won't let us touch drugs — but don't the brothers need to make money? Isn't it just because you're selfish?" Zhang Chao's vicious face was dark, his eyes filled with a hysterical madness.

If she told him, there was no guarantee he wouldn't leak it to the royal house. If the werewolf royal house learned that a vampire clansman had barged into werewolf territory on their own — and into one of the twelve princes' home — how could they possibly let the vampire clan off, how could they possibly let Murong Luo Chenxi and Xing Yao, the two of them, off.

He knew that Shang had once also admired Kun Xuan'er's talent in formations, but ever since entering this Mystical realm, Shang had completely vanished without a trace; he guessed Shang might be afraid of being seen through by the master of this place.

"Let's go!" Li Yanyang, holding Zhong Miaoke's hand, said a word to Long Tianze, then walked toward the door.

"Is that any way to do business? Aren't you afraid of losing your shirt?" Karao retorted. Clearly, his eyes were filled with distrust and a kind of contemptuous attitude.

"I'm planning it like this." Unable to withstand Xueling's pestering, Jiang Dongyu spoke out what was on his mind.

After the referee elder announced Chu Yang's victory, the figure of Ming Sheng beside Yang Hao vanished on the spot — it was now his turn to appear. His opponent was named Guo Xiong, a cultivator of the eighth heaven of Mysterious Dan.

"Mother, where are you preparing to go find that last medicinal ingredient?" Mu Yichen asked again. Truthfully, he wanted even more to go along with his mother; only, he wasn't yet suited to appear before the Martial Grandfather. Wait a little while — at most a few years, and for a cultivator a few years is but the blink of an eye.

Now that he had a large batch of wind-attribute spirit herbs in hand, cultivating to the peak of Qi Refining should be no problem. Since he had already declared war on Ye Long, it was time to go back and enter closed-door cultivation.

Under Professor Chu's gesture, Li Yanyang sat down, ramrod-straight on the sofa, for a moment not knowing how to speak.

【Scary, this is the cold-blooded aura a big shot develops from years of slicing… if you put it in a chuunibyou-bursting anime, shouldn't it be called the Slice Domain? Domain effect: everyone who enters the Slice Domain becomes completely expressionless…】 Having once been dominated by the Slice Combo, Ye Zheng's thoughts drifted a little wild.