Chapter 174: 173 Small Goal Basically Achieved

Li Li just went to work in a daze.

The company boss—the girl named Bai Ou—knew she was almost out of money, so she advanced her a month’s salary.

This immediately rescued her from hardship; she rented a single apartment near the company and settled in.

Bai Ou had already bought a computer for the company, installed internet wiring and accounting software, so Li Li could now keep accounts on the computer.

Although nominally an accountant, she also took on departmental duties.

“Fuck, you go die! Die!” I flew into a rage, grabbed Mozi by the throat, and shoved her backward. Xiang Han rushed forward to stop me, trying to pry my fingers loose.

“So what do you mean?” Feng Lingxiao furrowed his handsome brows, unsure what Lin Yu was getting at.

The bald man, flattered by everyone’s praise, became utterly smug, convinced he was brilliant and ingenious beyond compare.

“And there’s me—I’m the First Swordsman of Song Mountain’s steward, Guan Ning.” Guan Ning introduced himself emphatically from the side.

This journey, for me, was one full of stumbling blocks and misfortunes, yet at that moment, I felt certain that whatever I did next, I would succeed.

Lü Liangzhe paused countless times in his sentence, but none of the examinees below paid any attention.

“It’s just a name—it doesn’t count as one learning from another,” Guan Chengzi said, his expression making it clear he didn’t care about such titles.

I snatched up the metal cage at once and began teasing the fiery-red, exceptionally beautiful Flame Weasel from outside the cage.

Seeing Lin Yu’s relaxed demeanor, Luo Ziyu stopped worrying—he knew Lin Yu’s abilities; a principal couldn’t possibly do anything to him.

Crafting third-rank pills isn’t as easy as second-rank pills; otherwise, there wouldn’t be so few Grand Alchemists.

But no one could fathom the special method Wuhuan Sect Master used to break through the barrier; yet, just before Huang Xiangzu and Mo Yufei were about to duel, everyone instinctively glanced at Wuhuan Sect Master, expecting him to reveal his true self.

Mo Mo initially shook her head in pain, but after less than two minutes, she bit down on Mo Zi Yi’s hand.

From the moment he woke up this morning until now, he hadn’t even had time to drink water—he was truly parched.

“Sister, I heard from General Li that you took on a disciple and subdued the three thousand old ghosts once kept by Qingcheng—is that true?” Hua Weiyang asked curiously.

“Like that guy Gong Gong? How ridiculous—how could a god betray mythology?” Tian Wu’s eight faces reacted differently: some laughed, others sneered, each expression distinct.

Chen Rongmei and Feng Bingzhong showed up only symbolically; once the celebration officially began, they excused themselves and left, leaving Zhang Jin and the Yuan Family Troupe to drink, play drinking games, and make a loud, boisterous racket until late into the night, then staggered home half-drunk.

“Don’t you miss me? Fine, then I’ll go back,” she said, yet she didn’t put him down.

The steaming heat of the ginger soup hit his face, filling him with an indescribable warmth—a warmth that welled up from deep within his heart.

On the other side, Lin Xiu had already clashed with Qianbian; it seemed that the Bell of Mourning and the Carnival King’s forces had drawn a conclusion from their few previous battles: physical attacks and zizai methods capable of producing physical effects could affect Lin Xiu.

Tell them that since the child is already born, if she doesn’t want to marry, then don’t marry—just live as a family of three.

“F-forebear, we were merely passing through this place; if we have offended you, please forgive us!” Ye Chen broke the silence with forced courage, speaking respectfully in apology.

Yu Jingmo had seen clearly last night: Lin Hui’s muscles weren’t the exaggerated, bodybuilder-type ones seen online, but rather a type full of power yet still graceful in line.