Chapter 89: Sir, You Can

Jia Zheng was pleased with this act of his, seeing it as proof of filial piety, and nodded: "Since the First Elder and First Lady have given such instructions, honoring filial duty need not be rushed."

"So according to you, we shouldn't suppress evil forces at all?" Bai Jinyu retorted, unconvinced.

Perhaps Lin Chu's aura had intimidated Zhou Chen; seeing this man who had appeared was one meter eighty tall, with such a fiery temper, as if he could fight well, he merely gave a cold smile and fell silent.

Today, Beijing was blanketed in heavy snow, and Cui Lin, who already preferred staying at home, was even less inclined to move.

Jia Cong took the letter and saw no other writing on it—only a cluster of green bamboo drawn upon it; his expression subtly changed.

The man's expression grew even more ferocious; he paid no heed to whether the woman was even capable of speech, swung his arm, and hurled her against the bedside, leaving her lying sideways on the floor.

The miracle of this world is certainly not something achievable by mere tools or objects devoid of self-will.

In those days, the ruler of Chen State used this method to warn the remnants of deposed royal clans, forcing them to never forget their humiliation.

After silently organizing his philosophical outlook and convincing himself, Jia Cong finally, with immense willpower, retracted his hand.

Jia Cong issued an edict ordering all officials to take one day of rest, instructing the imperial guards to return to their camps for recuperation, and of course, the common folk had already dispersed halfway.

Beside him, Ye Sinian gripped his phone tightly, his fingers clenched hard as he watched Ye Shaohua like this.

But Qi Tianran clenched his fists tighter; what he feared more was that if she saw him in this life, would she still love him?

Su Han was deeply disappointed, furious enough to hit someone; he pushed Jun Qianmo with all his strength once more—and this time, it worked. Jun Qianmo had made no effort to resist her shove; such a tall, perfectly built man actually stumbled backward and sat down on the rug.

In those mountains, few outsiders ever appeared all year round; all income came from the land, and a family earning a few thousand yuan a year was already lucky; people like Ye Shaohua who managed to get into the Imperial Capital University were rare.

Zhang Yu walked up behind Zhang Yu and said, as they were currently counting the number of certain individuals—the entrance to the Military Intelligence Bureau was packed with people who had to come.

When Xia Mo finally woke up, she found Wang Chen had already been awake—he was propping his head up with one hand, gazing at her with that tender, lingering look, his palm gently stroking her back, one touch at a time, as if lost in thought early in the morning.

Xu Jin arrived at the Ye Family Clinic, spent a large sum buying all their golden wound ointment, and cultivated a relationship with Dong Xue, saying he'd come again next time.

During the day, Coach Ma had already brought my team into the city and booked rooms at a hotel near the Municipal Sports Stadium.

Inside a stretch of wall, a temporary command center had been constructed from steel plates—far from luxurious, but spacious and well-lit.

"Fuck, I'll kill you, security!" Xia Bin shouted loudly; with a whoosh, twenty or so black-clad big men stormed in.

Li Xin's brief words bridged the gap among everyone, won over the "judges," as if victory were already half secured.

Hong Lei considered his own situation—he'd earn more money if he delayed signing the agreement with Sun Buqi.

He couldn't help imagining: if he had replied to Li Mei promptly back then, would she have sent him a few sultry nude photos?

But this was only a fleeting thought; recalling what the Golden Ox had once said—that he had tainted himself with the karma of the Karma Daoist… someday, the Daoist would come for him—this made Qin Yu deeply uneasy. If the Daoist truly came, he surely wouldn't let him off…

Sun Wukong looked around; the entire mountain was filled with memories. He knew this path too well. Down this path lay Rotting Peach Mountain, where during his training, he had gone every year to pick peaches.

Sun Xianzhong, who considered himself the company's second-in-command, rushed to report progress: the Demon Coconut plugin team was operating well; the online trading platform had taken shape; the instant messaging project was stalled.

Song Qin, upon hearing Liu Xinyue was coming, nodded eagerly on the phone, then hung up and went out to buy groceries.

"So you two go sell bubble tea downstairs, and I stay here?" Tang Zhi looked at the two big guys; she thought downstairs wasn't suitable—better to go to the construction site.

Although the Great King only truly recognized Li Qing and was closest to him, he also acknowledged Zhuang Hui as Li Qing and Jiang Yanhuan's companion; thus, upon hearing Zhuang Hui's order, the Great King immediately wrapped up the ice-ability man and left.

Tang Zhi slightly curled her lips, her smile disdainful and dripping with mockery—she knew that shameless people always chose shameless paths. He knew perfectly well that was her boyfriend, yet still clung to him shamelessly.

Even if he had managed to maintain his sanity back then, Chu Bai could never have pulled him into the Pure White World… mainly because it was impossible! The Pure White Space couldn't directly pull in strange beings… unless there was physical contact, or unless they were killed and consumed.

Meanwhile, Jiang Cheng's side had been sipping tea all along; they still needed to visit household after household to select, and in terms of time, they held a significant advantage.

According to Shu Yao's wishes, she didn't want to go—but since she was a guest, being too obstinate wouldn't do, so she agreed.

Chen Yuan's grandfather also possessed the Golden Eyes, and through them, earned the famed title "Stone Immortal."

"Wh-what? Your name is Xiao Tian?" Yang Tianzhen, upon hearing the name Xiao Tian, felt another flutter in her heart.

The Eunuch listened, momentarily stunned. He believed that when he was still a child, his mother died, his father remarried, and he was the first one sold.

"Either you two drink a cup and make peace, or both of you leave!" Qu Xinxin issued her final ultimatum, pouring each of them a cup of wine herself.

"Of course, but I will also tell my nation's Grand Master exactly what transpired—I hope you can handle the things we're offering." With these final words, he turned and boarded the Qin family's boat.

Shi Minzhi and Xu Songjin, two grown men, exchanged a glance and both saw the other's disgust.

Every gold-quality item, in Li Feng's view, was something capable of reversing fate—extremely overpowered; he had absolutely no reason to abandon them.