Chapter 617: Lu Family

Cui Ahpo’s wish was easily fulfilled due to the intervention of Tao Guangxia and his wife.

But Lu Jiawei’s wish was not so easily resolved.

Lu Jiawei’s parents, like Cui Ahpo, were also migrants who moved to Yimin Street.

They built this place from nothing into what it is today, so they held deep affection for Yimin Street.

But Lu Jiawei was different—he did not want to stay in this place reeking of fish.

Xiao Yan glanced coldly at Lin Xi without speaking, clearly showing he did not trust him.

Alice stood in the wind, her golden hair whipping wildly as the powerful force within her gradually transformed into a fierce killing intent she could not suppress, leaving her merely pulled along by it.

It took a month to finish all the sauces, after which Shen Junling dispatched people to ship them nationwide; soon after, these sauces became popular everywhere, so Shen Junling opened a dedicated sauce shop in each location—the more the sauces sold, the more Xiao Yue earned, and soon others began eyeing the sauce factory.

Half-dazed, Jiu’er opened her eyes, blinked, sat up, and drank some brown sugar water by the bed; her period was nearly over, the pain all but gone—her one-month promise was probably unreliable.

Yang Changmu felt relieved upon hearing he could stay; he agreed to having no official status, for in his heart he never wanted to divorce Liu Shi—after all, Liu Shi had given him two children, and though he had grown addicted to Yao Yao’s medicine, he still struggled inwardly at the thought of divorcing her.

The cars at the 4S shop were long gone; zombies, searching for shelter, freezing cold—the sudden outbreak of zombies had left everyone mentally drained for no reason.

“Mr. Andrexi, wasn’t it you who lost the last match? You cried out ‘I yield,’ and only then did I retract my magic treasure, wasn’t that so?” Guo Huai said, squinting.

After breakfast, he called the driver who had been waiting, and soon they arrived at Huaxia University.

This mountain was clearly desolate, with no other cultivators around; after confirming this, Jiang Yi felt at ease and established a cave dwelling within, settling down to cultivate in peace.

She walked away with a bitter smile and unsteady steps; the giant serpent remained where it was, staring at the direction she left, erasing her footprints from the ground.

I can feel it—right now it wants nothing more than to tear me apart, but it’s reluctant to lose its food, so it hasn’t killed me yet.

There were also golden scrolls, golden seals, jade seals, and vast quantities of gold and silver objects, porcelain, enamelware, jade artifacts, brocades, and artisanal treasures bestowed by emperors of every dynasty upon the Dalai Lama—truly dazzling, varied, and countless.

Liancheng Yazhi had controlled her demeanor as well as she could, but the sarcasm in her words still reached Liancheng’s grandfather.

Chen Xin felt this matter truly needed to be blamed on Zhou Quan—it was almost entirely his responsibility; Zhou Quan had to take the blame, whether he liked it or not.

This was a public place; Mary was still seated in the café. Keolte knew that if his voice carried, someone would call the police—at least, this was a chance.

This generation of disciples, aside from Mo Zicheng, were all taken in by Cheng Qingxuan in the past and already listed in the Jade Register; thus, after her came the next generation of disciples.

Xia’s parents never intended to hide it forever; they merely wanted to delay it for a while, until Tang Ziyu developed some feelings for him, until Rong Nu’s place in his heart was no longer so important, before telling him.

“Spirit-Stabilizing Pearl? Hehe.” Shui Tianlan immediately grinned slyly—the name had already revealed the pearl’s function.

The Night King understood at once; his already aimed arrow shot out again, his godlike archery reappearing as the arrow struck the mutated demon elf’s right eye with perfect precision.