Chapter 545

Four hundred and seventeen, Why are you tying your hair? 【5k, seeking monthly votes!】

Yinbing Zhai.

Sending away the little ink spirit and seeing her obediently return to continue being a beast of burden, Ouyang Rong retracted his gaze with some satisfaction.

He looked around the room.

It was brightly lit and empty, with pitch-black darkness outside the windows.

Having been away for ten days, the study and bedroom had not lost any sense of life.

The desk and floor were swept clean, and a certain potted plant he quite liked was neatly placed on the windowsill, swaying and beckoning, clearly having been watered on time by someone.

"Good, let's follow your brother's plan!" Zhang Xi nodded in agreement, selected five desperate men from his guards, promised their families a heavy reward, and took advantage of the darkness to have them sneak toward the direction of Xu Sheng's troops.

"Brother Qiang was slashed by someone!" said the Black Iron Tower, who had a good relationship with Baldy Qiang, as he looked at Li Tian.

This was the call of a sparrow, as if there was a telepathic connection. A few sparrows not far away also emitted "chirping" sounds, echoing the old man's ventriloquism.

"Dequan, we already knew about this in the shop, is everyone talking about it lately?" Fatty was quite curious; although the renovation there was simple, it was far from being eye-catching.

"We met when we were in the lobby. She asked me if you were there, and I said you went to drop off a client and wouldn't be back until the afternoon!" Wang Yazhi said, looking at Li Tian.

Li Tian was still a bit worried about leaving her at the hotel. In current hotels, anything could happen; who knew which waiter might be lecherous or steal valuables.

Busy until the afternoon, they had only managed to cut down two-thirds of the corn stalks. This was because too many had been planted; he had originally wanted to put them in the pond, but the quantity was too large. If he threw them all in, the pond would probably be filled up.

Biliu shook her head. Helian Rong let out a long, soft sigh. It was clearly a struggle between people, yet they could destroy others' faith and hard work without hesitation. Are these behaviors that should exist between family members? Do they regard each other as kin? Is the Wei family... still a home?

"Yes, the chairman of our Jinhai Company is named Wang Jun. May I ask what you need, sir?" the consultant asked.

Suddenly, a sword wind struck his back. This strange power passed through the black and white armor and drilled into his body, causing him to wince in pain.

The waves outside the hull were still rolling, yet this cruise ship seemed to have detached from the entire space, hiding in the static space constructed by Selina.

The Blade of the Nation couldn't help but twitch the corner of his eye. Everyone knew that the Blade of the Nation hadn't even made it into the top 128 at the Sacred Heaven Tournament; such a proposal was clearly meant to discipline the Blade of the Nation.

Just at this moment, a voice appeared in Chen Xing's ear: "Xingchen, this position belongs to you, you should accept it. With great power comes great responsibility..." Chen Xing could tell this was the voice of Zhang Zhunshuai.

Walking for an hour like this, they arrived at the banks of the Yellow River. Walking a little further along the embankment, a huge wharf already came into view. In the water crossing, ships and boats were moored with masts standing high, raising white sails. Boatmen, trackers, merchants, and travelers were bustling about in the midst of it all.

He couldn't help but hunch over, thumping to his knees on the ground, twitching constantly, yet unable to make a sound.

While speaking, Zhou Ming took a deep breath, his internal energy surging throughout his body. With a burst of strength, he sent all the big monks who were holding his limbs flying away.

Gu Xiaoxiao's first day of work went very smoothly. She had learned the piano before just with the idea that "a skill is never a burden," and having learned it for a few years, it came in handy here, which made her feel very emotional.

However, everyone was still worried about their safety and said they wanted to leave two experts to follow them, which was politely declined by Zhou Ming. Thinking again that although they were each injured, Wu Feng still had a yellow-furred monkey with four eyes, and Zhou Ming had two demon foxes on him, they all felt relieved.