Chapter 817

“Gou Sheng, Gou Sheng, where are you?”

Beneath the night sky, in the farmland of Bihu Slope, the Radish Daoist, his expression startled and doubtful, shouted Gou Sheng’s name aloud.

He used his lightness skill to run a circuit nearby and even questioned farmers from the surrounding estate.

After half an hour of searching, the Radish Daoist faced the farmers and said anxiously, “Could Gou Sheng have become another Cui Sheng, fallen into the Lesser You Cave Heaven?”

She muttered a few words to herself, then waved her hand to dismiss the estate farmers.

I was stunned, blinked a few times, and realized he was joking—he didn’t care at all whether I’d hit Yun Shuman; his fierce yelling in the room earlier was just for show. Damn, he scared the hell out of me.

If straw saves his life and gives him the will to live, he will grow to love it, abandoning all normal human notions of love.

The phone speaker nearly burst from the noise; Zhao Yi could clearly hear from the sound that these were his three idiot roommates.

When he gripped it, Zhang Buque could feel its strength; three or four of these things would be enough to feed them all.

As for cooking, it’s not really a bad thing—our ancestor Confucius himself said, “Food should not be too coarse, and minced meat should not be too coarse”; whether cooking or tasting, it’s a form of enjoyment.

After the wedding ended, it was already night; after the wedding banquet, the three newlywed couples returned to their respective bridal chambers.

Lu Xia merely paused slightly in her motion, then shook her head with self-deprecation and lit the cigarette in her hand.

“Understood,” Zhang Buque nodded calmly with a smile, guessing inwardly that his relationship had already been discovered by Li Hanming; only now did he realize how childish his past thoughts had been—he truly understood that people like Li Hanming didn’t need evidence; their own certainty was enough.

That gaze was deep, sorrowful, self-mocking—no impatience, no arrogance, no inferiority… only resignation.

After multiple attempts, Yan Feng finally succeeded; due to his massive Level 7 spiritual power, the moment he succeeded, he nearly perceived the entire estate’s situation.

“Alright,” Wang Yangyang agreed, though skeptical inside, deciding to take the day off to get her passport processed in the city, so he wouldn’t nag her anymore.

After speaking, the old man vanished right there; Duan Lingkun’s face, which had been filled with worry, instantly lit up with excitement—he never expected such an unexpected windfall; he had thought Shen Feng had fled, but now it seemed Shen Feng was surely doomed.

After about an incense stick’s time, the group had climbed halfway up the cliff; though their progress varied, the highest had reached forty to fifty zhang, the battlements of the mountaintop seeming within reach; the lowest had climbed twenty zhang, struggling but showing no intention to quit, still laboring upward.

Liu Min heard this, frowned slightly, his eyes filled with doubt; he looked down at the floor tiles before raising his gaze again to fixate on the military commander.

“Fuck, I’ll cut down one for every one that comes!” Yang Meng walked over just then and heard Pagio’s angry mutter.

You Mei’s expression tightened noticeably; she looked at Xiao Peng and the others, seeking their opinion.

As the green silk ribbon wrapped around the demon tiger’s body, what little strength it had left drained away like a receding tide.

These people not only saved her but treated her so kindly; Zi Yu Ning had always felt profound gratitude toward them.

After trembling for a moment within the vortex, Shangguan Yue’s Ice Spear was violently flung out. Seeing this, she immediately recalled the spear into her hand.

And at that moment, she saw her mother standing by the roadside, a tall man holding her older sister—two years older—waiting for the green light; when it turned green, he led her mother across the street and vanished.

Li Taibai cursed, “Idiot! Just do what I told you—it’ll have unexpected results.”