Chapter 142: Without entering the tiger's den, how can one catch the tiger cub

Western Wasteland Mountain.

The steep mountain terrain was blanketed in dense forest, layer upon layer of green stretching on without end, branches and leaves woven tightly together, forming a natural vaulted canopy.

At the foot of the mountain, the atmosphere was somewhat noisy. A dozen or so hunters in beast-skin clothes, their skin dark and gleaming, had gathered together to chat.

"Old Wang, did you go up the mountain yesterday?"

"Go up my ass! Just in the last few days, five people in our village have died!"

"Old Wang at the east end of the village—"

"Where did he go?" Gu Mingtai asked, his face a little heavy. Though the man looked calm on the surface, Zhang Meng could still faintly sense his displeasure.

Since the situation was already understood, it was time to think of a way. Chu Liu himself didn't know, so he'd ask the system. He only hoped it wouldn't cost energy points just to ask a question.

Seeing this, Zhang Meng could only shoot the two of them a clenched-teeth glare, then immediately retied the opened snakeskin bag.

—Mark says he didn't get your reply. I'm guessing you've had your phone off this whole time. Turn it on and message me back. By the way, my eye surgery was a success; I can get the bandages off the day after tomorrow.

It must be because of her illness — all day today, Lv Li had felt that her ability to express herself was at a very low level.

Apart from the measly three hundred thousand in subsidies from the town government, every cent spent on building the bridge and repairing the road had come out of her own pocket. She had spent her own money doing the great good deed of building the bridge and fixing the road, and not a single person had clapped or cheered — instead, she'd earned herself this kind of guilt?

If Wu Yang had really done that, it wouldn't be building fame for Clearfrost Immortal Continent — it would be dragging these people of theirs straight into the fire pit.

Andorra the Angel clasped her hands before her, passed through the host of undead commanders, and under the gaze of the kings, arrived atop the viewing platform that overlooked all below.

In the end, the combined swordplay of Yuan Ji and Wu Fang could only stop at the five-foot divine-thought qi wall. This wasn't to say they weren't formidable enough — they simply lacked the polish; whether in strength or realm, the gap was far too great.

Regarding the previous situation, Chu Liu naturally couldn't take the initiative to strike at the Soul Clan. But now he had enough power in hand to wipe them out. Yet Chu Liu wasn't in any rush to act — annihilating the Soul Clan wasn't something that could be done in a short time. After all, the Soul Realm, hidden by the cover of Void Devouring Flame, wasn't so easy to find.

All along, I'd felt I'd live extremely well, and be very strong. But the truth is, I'm not as strong as I imagined.

That was over four million — money meant for buying a BMW to show off. Now it had all been thrown out in one go to settle the bill. As for asking the Crown Hotel for a refund, he felt a little guilty inside, but in the end, money won out over the guilt in his heart.

This occasion really wasn't suitable. Lin Junyuan also knew today was an important day. He was a man who knew the bigger picture, and naturally knew how to restrain himself.

If Old Han was thinking of using her to help protect the third branch of the Han family, and then trying to hold her over their heads — hmph. She wasn't so easy to get along with.

Every time he went on a business trip, he'd bring her all kinds of gifts and souvenirs. The moment he had a holiday, he'd drive her off to anywhere she wanted to go.

The culinary school's teacher had already prepared the exquisite food. What Wen Lian needed to help with was, after the teacher plated the food, to carry it over and set it down beside the carefully arranged fruit.

After another three hours, Bingyue had selected three types of pills from each grade — from fifth-grade down to second-grade — and refined them all. Because the further down she went, the simpler the refining became, the time Bingyue spent regulating her breath grew shorter and shorter. In the end, in less than another hour, she had refined six categories of first-grade pills as well.

Gongsun Ming wanted to repay the favor, but in all this time, he had only managed to help Fang Zheng deal with a murder case.

Seeing Ye Chen once again completely ignore her, Zhao Ziyi felt like she was going to go crazy inside.

With Li Mingyi's current level as a newcomer at the hospital, to accumulate experience and attain world-class medical skill, two or three decades would be impossible to avoid.