Chapter 711: The Merchants of Bianzhou Are Very Wealthy

The "monster" by the ferry dock was huge; its sturdy body resembled a watchtower, and from the raised single arm a iron chain was slung diagonally.

At this moment the chain clanged in the cold wind, and beneath the three‑zhang‑tall "watchtower," Fang Chongyong was sketching on a blueprint with a charcoal pencil, debating with the master builder.

At his feet knelt a sweating craftsman, his fingers gripping an abacus turned bright red with cold, and he hurriedly defended, "Sir, according to the modulus of the *Construction Law*,

It seems that it is not a wave at all, but a leaping flame, showing an upward, unyielding motion.

This shows the attackers came prepared; the operation was not only meticulously planned but also committed a substantial force.

Of course, Liu Ningya added that they could introduce additional varieties of plants or fish.

"Since things have come to this point and we're all present, let's settle the mining matter today," Xu Piao Miao said calmly.

Qin Feng's attitude left Hu Sheng and the other bewildered, wondering where his courage came from; facing a high‑rank strongman and a mid‑rank strongman, he dared speak that way—was he getting impatient?

Shen Hui acted as if he hadn't seen her deep melancholy, stepped in front of her, bent down, and lightly tapped her forehead.

"Damn you, what are you after?" the hefty Wang Jianglong cursed at the five unfriendly newcomers.

On the Sacred Spirit Continent, the emergence of a Fifth‑rank Alchemist is naturally an exhilarating event.

Longcheng, the foreigners' district, everything is tied to the Westerners; watching the wealthy in Western attire on the streets, we in Tang robes will never be able to hold our heads high in life.

Those who make it to three rounds of interviews are mostly shrewd, knowing they can't casually offend anyone in this circle.

"Swish!" the three plunged into the sand pit, vanishing instantly from the central area. Once they entered, the pit disappeared, the beach remained a beach, and everything returned to normal.

Yet today their clamor is silent, not even a whisper; this eerie situation, if you think deeper, instantly sends a shiver down your spine.

"Alright!" the waiter, seeing a private room, knew guests would eventually want something. He courteously led the way, ushering the two into a suite with two beds.

The birth chart is easy to obtain; Jin Yuli's birthday info is searchable online, but acquiring her hair or personal items is the hard part.

"Lord, you must have thought of another brilliant idea," Suo Fei sincerely praised, then, seeing Bowa's cold gaze, she couldn't help but shrink back.

Wang Er Niu felt deep shame, realizing he had constantly troubled Wu Song, and silently vowed that whenever he is summoned, he will risk his life to help.

She truly didn't understand; she wanted to ask but feared Jin Yan's inexplicable anger would vent on her, and picturing that, she decided to drop it.

She must see the Emperor; only then can she personally secure a sliver of hope for herself.

Boom!! The plastic basin shattered, a large hole punched out at the bottom, then it snugly slipped around the boss's neck.

She was indeed a bit nervous when she said that, fearing the gentleman opposite would deem dining with their poor family indecent.

Through the window, on one side of the Martial Arts Teaching Building, countless students were still methodically practicing martial cultivation, many even playing around.

Unused for so long, the mirror was coated with thick dust; Ye Beike wiped it clean with his sleeve, then opened the window and leapt out.

It's clear that children emulate whichever parent is close to someone; that statement has no issue.

"Uncle, you surely don't want me to be sad and degenerate; you want me to live like a man," Li Yuan clenched his fists.

An Jie Li Ka stood nearby, alternating glances between her mother and E Luo Si, puzzled by what they were saying.

Zhang Xiaojun stubbornly wouldn't let go of her, and finally had to resign herself to slinging her over his shoulder, reluctantly carrying Han Rui away.

As the fruit shop owner sighed, a black Mercedes halted at the shop's entrance.

"What's up? You look pretty upset, right? Hold off on unlocking these handcuffs; you go back to the police station," Liu Shisan narrowed his eyes, said, "Let's go. We've already finished eating, so push the table aside and get up."

Regarding the sect's Level‑5 resource upgrade, Ye Ming wasn't worried; the system provided a conversion method, so he could simply transmute ordinary food and stone, albeit a bit of a hassle. What truly troubled him was the required number of potential disciples in the quest.

Flying Talisman: a purple item, single‑use. It can, following the player's will, transform into various forms to carry one person in flight for 2 minutes at a speed of 50 li per minute.

No matter how much they calculate, they never expected Yu Fan Yin to start crying; here Ji Xiaolan is stuck in a dead end—what should Li Lang do?

At that moment, Han Yun noticed extra entries appearing on his messages, and the guild channel had flooded with information, even several friend‑request notifications.

After saying that, he took a few steps forward, passed through the transparent light dome, and vanished.

Lai En's face showed no hint of happiness; instead, his ice‑blue pupils were wide open as if they might fall out, his expression bordering on collapse, all conveying a truth the audience could not bear.