Chapter 61: What a Strange Taste! (Requesting Monthly Votes)

When Qi Hao finished reading the script, he discovered Li Dawei was also reading—a book Qi Hao had bought, glanced at once, and never touched again.

What an odd taste!

Qi Hao was worried—he didn’t want to lead a middle-aged director who had connections, resources, and decent skill astray.

As a Penguin shareholder, I can’t help but feel some personal resonance with that book, *The Dominant CEO’s Private Treasure*.

You bastard—

“It seems General Li never told you about what happened back then!” Zi Ying glanced at Li Zuochē, who was visibly panicked, and said: “In those days, King Zhao was foolish and incompetent, his people suffering terribly. General Li despised this, but King Zhao refused to listen.”

“Good hit! Damn it, thinking they’ve got a few bucks, they’re stealing girls from our Xiaofeng!” Liu Cang slapped his thigh.

The guard commanders of Kunpeng Imperial City dared not approach Yun Kongzi; they all stepped back, their eyes filled with wariness.

The fish bones were completely intact—main spine, side ribs—all stripped clean of flesh, gleaming white.

Gu Feng muttered to himself, heart still pounding: B-rank Ancestors aren’t pigs or sheep to be slaughtered at will—I must stop underestimating them.

While cultivating, Wenren Shuo couldn’t help wondering what benefits he’d ultimately gain from the Chu family: high-grade pills? endless spirit herbs? rare cultivation techniques? artifacts?

Only as midnight neared did someone prepare to cover up and rest; the second half of the night passed quietly, everyone snoring normally.

Around them, chaotic mist spread thickly, rays of radiant light and auspicious colors surged forth, radiating a vast life force; all felt their bodies refreshed, their life origins growing denser.

Remember, in the Qin and Han eras, one dan of grain weighed roughly thirty-one kilograms today—sixty-two jin—and a soldier in peak combat condition needed about two jin of food per day.

Especially the First-Tier Heavenly, whose face flushed red and pale, then received two cold glares from the other two Heavenly Ones.

Zhou Yuan hesitated, unsure how to speak—he hadn’t forgotten he was supposed to take Lord Bai to view porcelain today; delaying for other matters would be unwise.

He plunged his spear directly into the ground, and the earth instantly cracked outward like a spiderweb.

But the “noble” Minglin released the cat—and the person tailing it discovered the cat walked straight toward a cluster of beggars near the Chen Duke’s mansion.

Luna had previously asked him—or rather, she had come across the posted quest and naturally made the request.

Matters of the heart are too complex; right and wrong blur, making it hard to sustain a single, flat emotion.

Ji Jun and the others had never thought this way, nor ever acted on it—even asking a classmate to knit with new yarn, let alone express feelings, was already excessive.

Yan Cheng answered after a long pause—the same familiar bed, the same lamp, the bathrobe pulled tightly shut.

Of course, that alone wouldn’t have shaken Aincrad. The key was that Nicholas also dropped an item—an item everyone coveted.

From the extent of his ruin, you could tell what this world was like—breaks and collapses proved his authority had been stripped away.

Wen Lan turned livid, walked to a quiet corner of the police station, and dialed Jiang Jingci’s number.

Everyone’s hearts clenched—this terrifying assassination ability was countless times more fearsome than the top assassins of the Assassin Guild; it appeared and vanished without trace, leaving not even a ripple in soul perception—how could they fight it?

“Fei Bai! Can’t the barbarians attack?” Mo Feiyan knew the answer, yet couldn’t help speaking it aloud.

As Meng Wanyao marched toward them with proud, confident steps, Zhan Lingyu fell silent, his gaze soft as he watched her approach.