Chapter 174: 173 The Small Goal Is Basically Achieved

Li Li went to work in a muddled daze, just like that.

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

This immediately rescued her from her predicament; she first rented a small studio apartment near the company and settled in.

Bai Ou had already bought a computer for the company, connected the internet, and installed accounting software, so Li Li could do the bookkeeping on the computer.

Although nominally an accountant, she also took on the duties of the

"Damn you, go die for me! Go die!" I "lost my temper" on the spot, gripping Mozi's neck and shoving her backward the whole way. Meanwhile, Xiang Han stepped forward to stop me, trying to pry my hand loose.

"Then what do you mean?" Feng Lingxiao's handsome brows furrowed slightly, unsure what Lin Yu meant.

Flattered by the crowd, Flat-Top immediately swelled with pride, thinking himself exceptionally clever and peerlessly smart.

"And there's me too—I'm the number one swordsman of the Song Mountain Steward's household, Guan Ning." Guan Ning, at the side, made a point of introducing himself.

This journey, for me, was a stumbling, everything-going-wrong kind of journey, yet at that very moment, I felt that no matter what I did next, I would surely succeed.

Lü Liangzhe paused God knows how many times in a single sentence, and the examinees below didn't pay him the slightest attention.

"It's just a name; it doesn't really count as anyone copying anyone." Guan Chengzi said instead, and from his manner it was clear he didn't take such things as names to heart.

He hurriedly snatched up the metal cage and, outside it, began teasing the Fire Weasel—its fur a fiery red, extremely beautiful.

Seeing Lin Yu looking so relaxed, Luo Ziyu stopped worrying; after all, he knew Lin Yu's abilities, and a mere principal shouldn't be able to do much to him.

Refining a third-tier pill was nowhere near as easy as refining a second-tier pill—otherwise Grand Pill Masters wouldn't be so rare.

But everyone truly couldn't fathom what special method Sect Master Wu Huan had used to break through the light barrier. Yet before seeing Huang Xiangzu and Mo Yufei about to begin their duel, they all instinctively glanced at Sect Master Wu Huan, thinking it was time for him to reveal his true hand.

Mo Mo shook her head in pain at first, but within two minutes she bit down on Mo Ziyi's hand.

From getting up this morning until now, he hadn't even had time to take a sip of water; right now he was truly parched.

"Senior Sister, I heard General Li say you took a disciple and even subdued those three thousand old ghosts that Qingcheng had been raising—is that true?" Hua Weiyang asked curiously.

"Like that fellow Gonggong? How laughable—how could a god betray the myths?" Tianwu's eight faces, hearing this, each wore a different expression: some amused, some contemptuous, all different.

Chen Rongmei and Feng Bingzhong showed up as a token gesture, barely making an appearance. Once the victory celebration officially began, they took their leave. Zhang Jin and the Yuan family troupe were left behind, drinking and playing finger-guessing games, making a ruckus until the wee hours before staggering home.

"You don't miss me? Fine then, I'll head back." Though she said so, she didn't actually put him down.

The rising steam of the ginger soup washed over his face, giving him an inexpressible warmth—a warmth welling up from the bottom of his heart.

Meanwhile, Lin Xiu had already come up against Qianbian. It seemed the Mourning Bell and the Masquerade demon lords had drawn a conclusion from their previous few skirmishes: physical attacks, and innate abilities that could produce physical-attack effects, could work on Lin Xiu.

She told the other party that the child was already born anyway, and if she didn't want to get married, then they just wouldn't—mother, father, and child could live together like that just fine.

"S-senior, we were merely passing through. If we have offended you in any way, please, senior, forgive us!" Ye Chen forced himself to break the heavy silence, his tone respectful and apologetic.

Yu Jingmo had seen it clearly with her own eyes last night: Lin Hui's muscles were nothing like those exaggerated, showy muscles you see online—they were the kind brimming with a sense of power yet still graceful in their lines.