Chapter 138: Grand Audience

When you first heard about this, Brother Fang fell silent for a long time.

Wang Chali stared with wide eyes and asked Kakusha: "Sign for fifty thousand people?!"

"How is that possible?"

Kakusha solemnly waved his hand and said with great righteousness: "Only a few tickets for the inferior seats were spent; where would they be worthy of Brother Fang's signature!"

"There are even tickets?!"

Wang Chali's voice rose another eight degrees.

"Of course," Kakusha became even more solemn, "Brother Fang"

"Wait, brother, as a token of apology from Allen, let us speak in private? There are too many eyes and ears here." Erena spoke with grace and composure.

"Will you run away again?" Wang Tianfeng also squatted down, smiling slightly; the whips in both their hands had not yet been lowered.

"Your family raised me up; does that mean I must serve you for the rest of my life!?" Ming Cheng retorted, showing no hesitation in confronting Ming Lou.

At the latest, over 1800 years ago, the Gongtan Ferry of the Ba people had developed into a city. During the Three Kingdoms period, the Shu Han dynasty established the Hanfu County of the Fuling Commandery; the Tang dynasty established the Hongdu County; both administrative seats were located here.

"Enough, you two stop talking. Shen Tong is not only my superior to me, nor merely an instructor; he is my family. Shouldn't we be going to save people now? Is it meaningful to doubt the superior's appointment here?" After Shen Yun finished speaking, he walked forward alone.

Unintentionally, Lan Yu noticed that actually, Ding Zhen's mood at this moment was not very good; it was hard for him to focus his mind on accompanying her on a stroll. It might be related to the scene in the office just now, to that matter.

Shi Xiao Feng had no choice; he stared blankly for a moment and said: "I will not kill you; I will hand you over to the police..." Before he finished speaking, the assassin's face suddenly turned deathly gray, his neck tilted to one side, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth; the color of the blood had already turned pitch black.

Shen Meng Yu opened her eyes wide to look; it was indeed the bamboo chicken that often wandered freely in the Longbao Stronghold. Its feathers had been trimmed short, so it could only run, not fly; it was accustomed to living with people and was Shui Hua's beloved pet.

Just like that, I cooked two meals a day, then devoted myself wholeheartedly to cultivation. A month passed in a rush, and finally, a bit more true qi had accumulated in my dantian.

After a long while, Shen Ziyu finally put the bowl aside, took the tissue from the side, and wiped up the rice she had vomited.

Zhang Guilan had managed the household affairs ever since marrying into her husband's family; in the past, she also had to work in the fields, so she had developed a hunchback and a bent waist from exhaustion long ago. Moreover, her husband was too stingy; she worked herself to death every day but ate poorly, so Zhang Guilan's body was severely depleted. By her fifties, she showed signs of old age even earlier.

Only then did she remember that Lady Yan had said that a stick of incense charcoal fire was indeed burning under the seat, forbidding her to move; it was said that this also foreshadowed something about peace and stability.

He blended into the crowd of high officials' children; even though he wore plain common clothes, that powerful presence born with him could not be ignored. The people standing on his left and right, she did not know but recognized.

Only after entering the inner bedroom did Wan Qi understand why Yuan Shuo had asked that question just now.

"Tomorrow, have the disciples of the Sect's Artifact Refining Hall draw some charts of the swords, dao robes, and other magical artifacts the sect needs, send them to the Demon Blade Mad Sect, and let them process and rush production; such free labor obtained for nothing should not go to waste," Zhou Liang said with a smile.

Xiu Xiu Qiqi's gaze passed over the security team captain and landed on Chang Chang Tianmo's face. Although it was merely a faint glance, Chang Chang Tianmo gritted his teeth to stop the impulse to step back. Just as he was about to muster all his strength to confront Xiu Xiu Qiqi, Xiu Xiu Qiqi's gaze left him.

"Back then, this grandson advised grandmother to let nature take its course; if the knot in the heart had been untied earlier, perhaps the Emperor would not have held it against us." Yu Ziyuan said in a deep voice, not at all surprised by the arrival of this day.

All sold were top-grade fine teas; even the teas used by the imperial palace later were mostly collected from here. Some say this person is a famous tea merchant; otherwise, there would not be so much fine tea.