Chapter 814: 160. Don

One hundred and sixty: Don't anger the cook—he controls the food.

As Ouyang Rong pondered, a crisp wooden fish drum echoed beside his ear.

He paused, counted carefully, and realized a small amount of merit had increased.

The usual time for returning merit after delivering tonight’s vegetarian meal had already passed—this was clearly an additional, new increment.

Before the C-class cell, Ouyang Rong looked down into the cell.

The sickly young man had painfully retrieved the food box, hugged it to his chest, and was now opening it to eat.

This modest amount of merit

As Ouyang Rong pondered, a crisp wooden fish drum echoed beside his ear.

He paused, counted carefully, and realized a small amount of merit had increased.

The usual time for returning merit after delivering tonight’s vegetarian meal had already passed—this was clearly an additional, new increment.

Before the C-class cell, Ouyang Rong looked down into the cell.

The sickly young man had painfully retrieved the food box, hugged it to his chest, and was now opening it to eat.

This modest amount of merit

Conan didn’t follow because the Boy Detectives were still there, and he trusted Teacher Guize to handle it without issue.

After waking up drowsily, she saw Lu Chuan and the others standing beside her, so she immediately rolled off the sofa, clutched the photo tightly, and staggered into the bedroom.

After something like this happens, no matter where you go, you’ll never hold your head high again. Returning to Yi Village would only bring more sorrow, trouble, and shame to her elderly parents.

After making arrangements, Lu Chuan led Cheng Feng, Bai He, and the two male corpses up the stairs to the third floor.

Gu Han wrapped Xia Nanzhu in his large robe and slowly helped her rise, but just then, the Jia family’s servants surged into the room.

For other class types, after forming teams, scores are split evenly—earning one hundred low-grade xuanbing beast crystals results in each member receiving fifty.

“No way! A real man keeps his word—once spoken, even four horses can’t catch it!” Gu Yuxing declared firmly.

I’ll write only two chapters today; I’ve been busy with a university student homecoming volunteer program and don’t have much time. I’ll see if I can post three tomorrow—please forgive me, brothers.

Now, instead of keeping those reliable fate phrases for himself, he left them to the two clueless idiots.

These people had rushed over hastily, misled by Xiao Qingcheng’s false directions; only after much delay did they realize their mistake, at which point Dong Chi immediately led his men out to pursue them along this path.

…One day, she’ll grow strong enough that she’ll never again shed this hateful liquid that signifies weakness and helplessness in front of others.

You can’t let her wander around looking like this—she’d either be mobbed by curious onlookers, or worse, someone might try to capture her for experiments.

Gu Meng calmed down and carefully calculated the date of her last period. Having already given birth to a son, Song Yuchen knew his guess was correct—even without needing a pregnancy test.

“Should be fine. This bomb’s interesting. Looks like the Guan family really does produce talent.” Teng’s remark was ambiguous—praise or criticism?

Too many people crowded in—the first cultivator who reached out to touch the Kanti Seal was unlucky: instantly overwhelmed by countless spells fired by the charging crowd, he turned into a puff of blue smoke and vanished.

Chu Xichen’s expression changed. Though wrapped in paper, he recognized the scent—it was the same one he’d smelled when he was intimate with Concubine Qi, and then… he lost all control over his desire, spiraling out of control.

Had they not overheard everything outside the door, they might never have confirmed Long Yuan was Feng Liuying. Even Feng Qiye looked at Feng Liuying with surprise and complexity.

She could only warn him—she herself was puzzled. If anyone else had done this, she’d have beaten them senseless—or worse—for even touching her.

Instantly, her skin prickled with a tingling itch, accompanied by waves of sharp pain.

Instantly, patients and family members in the ward all showed flickers of doubt—had they wronged Doctor Cheng after all?

“Hmph! You must’ve been living in luxury away from me—no wonder you’ve gained weight!” Wu Lao scowled.

This might make Dongfang Yu less gloomy and more cheerful—but he dared not say the rest.

In her heart, he was far more precious than blood lingzhi, but in front of Xie Liuyun, she was too shy to say it aloud.

At this moment, the cold-faced ghost’s face was deathly pale, her slender body trembling, utterly defenseless—like a lamb awaiting slaughter. Seeing the danger, Yue Rushan let out a deep roar, thrusting his Bishui Qilin Spear upward with a sharp whistling sound.

He leapt down immediately, landing on the deck. Shao Yu stood frozen, tears welling in his eyes.

Huang Hui and Wang Bo exchanged glances; finally, Wang Bo lowered his head in reluctant resignation, while Huang Hui proudly slipped something into Cheng Lingzhi’s uninjured hand.

How much did their family sacrifice to set up this plan? How many resources did they pour into preparing it? Losing a few hundred million—what’s that?

Zhu Yingying blushed and shook her head. She truly didn’t know—she’d never asked directly—but she trusted Yun Gu, and especially her insight and judgment, so she never dwelled on his past.

“Wait, Kuang’er, I’m truly sorry about today—I never expected Yiyi to…” Nan Gong Luoyu stared at the innocent-looking Ouyang Qingkuang, unable to finish.

The Yang family conglomerate has been built into a vast commercial empire, with many skilled masters and fellow disciples of the Yan generation working within it.

As the Eye of Heaven, I naturally see everything that happens.

Everyone stared in stunned silence—they had imagined countless possibilities when Yang Tian was about to act.

Crying is living; laughing is living. Being mad is living; being obsessed is living. It’s all living—choose how you want to live.

Ling Yan couldn’t sleep because of the anomalous power within Kunlun Mountain—and to protect Kunlun Mountain itself.

In past experiences, if the Wild Soul Beast Claw couldn’t defeat an enemy, the opponent was usually too strong for him anyway—this move was his ultimate trump card. But as Professor Yu Ze said, Lu Tian has used it too often.

“Thank you very much,” Chen Chongshan nodded, then bowed respectfully to Professor Jiang. Though they’d had little contact, he could sense the medical expert’s genuine kindness.