Chapter 558: Perhaps We Were Never Meant to Have a Karmic Bond

Hmm?

Sheng San's eight-hundred-red-packet, still hasn't been received.

Looks like another gold pull is coming?

Jiang Nian hesitated for a moment, but didn't press further. Qian Bao is too slippery—I'll ask Xue Bao this afternoon.

The other side definitely won't talk, but I can dig around through a side door.

Compile the intel I've gathered and bluff Old Liu. That guy's bottom line is pretty flexible—he might just spill.

On the staircase, Qian Bao responded to students' greetings while pulling—

In Ning Xiao's view, Tan Shiyun at the early stage of Quasi-Saint was absolutely no match for Ning Xiao; among all the True Disciple successors in the entire Holy Light City, the only one who could rival him was that Senior Brother in the Profound Yellow Grand Hall.

"If you like it, why not buy it?" Xiao Chen was a little surprised, thinking to himself, could this girl actually know how to value money?

She took out her phone, pretending to take a photo, but her camera's target was actually the rockery side; when a certain scene appeared in the camera lens, she immediately let out a cold laugh—she had guessed right after all.

"I'll remember that." Tang Nianxi withdrew her hand—she too had been caught off guard when Jiangliusu grabbed her hand.

Ning Xia gave Nie Chen a meaningful look but said nothing. She had only just begun to dabble in stone gambling, so naturally she didn't know the so-called trade rules; she had assumed stone gambling was like shopping at a supermarket—whoever picks it up first gets it.

Ghosts dwell in the netherworld, jian dwell in the Jian Realm. There has always been a saying that the Jian Realm is more solid than hell; the jian trapped within it can never escape the Jian Realm no matter what.

In the Chi family's front hall, the Chi family's First Lady hosted Old Madam Qin, Lady Cheng, and their party, and sent someone to invite the Old Madam.

"Thank me for what? I haven't even thanked you yet." Perhaps because what Cherry had said that day had touched his heart and taken effect, his smile was no longer faint and heavy, but bright, sunny, radiant and full of confidence.

He shot up like a sharp sword, his right hand raised high; a flaming long blade blasted forth, over ten zhang long, raging firelight billowing and flickering in and out, scorching and twisting the surrounding air until it glowed crimson.

If Li Chen and Captain Li's engagement had already made Bao Weiwei's eyes pop out once, then upon seeing Li Chen packing her luggage in the dorm, Bao Weiwei no longer knew what words to use as an opening.

Chang Tai listened, nodded slightly, and paid them no more attention; Zhang An quietly gave them a wink, and the four of them withdrew together.

The rest all wore tense expressions. Su Ruhui entered the hall, quietly shrank to one side, and couldn't help but arrange her expression to match the others' shared worry.

Princess Rongshou's birthday fell at year's end, on the ninth day of the twelfth month, after the Laba Festival. Empress Zhou's saying this did manage to cover over the previous oversight.

During the banquet, since they were all their own people, everyone was in high spirits. Men who spent years in the army rarely came across such a happy occasion. They weren't in the barracks, and there weren't so many restraints, so Shan Liancheng let them make merry as they pleased.

"What can we do? Best if we can gather evidence of that guy's crimes, then we can drag him to court." Another man, a Golchak who worked in the Legal Affairs Department, still wanted to resolve the matter through legal means.

Shan Liancheng had already sat up, leaning back against the stone coffin. He looked much clearer now; staring at her stunned expression, his hawk-like gaze seemed to hold a sharpness that saw through everything.

The Haitian black uprising caused considerable panic among the British; they worried that Jamaican blacks would be influenced by the Haitian blacks and treat the British in Jamaica the way the French had been treated, which was why Britain sent troops to Haiti to actively help the French put down the Haitian black uprising.

Called out like that by Major Hamilton, the equally stunned British tank crewmen suddenly came to their senses—what were they? The finest tank crewmen in the British army, their tanks among the world's best, and with the glory of the British Empire to boot—how could they possibly be intimidated by a few measly flesh-and-blood Chinese soldiers?