Chapter 625: Bad Woman Fishing for a Chubby Fool

"You're giving a speech?" Zhang Ningzhi's eyes sparkled with admiration. "So awesome."

The emotional value provided by the Young Lady of Nanjiang Bay is genuine and abundant.

"Yeah." Jiang Nian replied, but too many people were watching—he couldn't pinch Zhizhi. He'd gotten used to it lately.

If I don't pinch her for a day, my hand itches. (Litang accent)

"Damn it, why is it Jiang Nian again?"

"Monster! Absolute monster!"

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"If you ever come to the Celestial Dynasty to visit, I'll welcome you wholeheartedly," Zhuang Yi added with a smile.

He had once seen Chu Jingqi in Shuimu City and still remembered his face, more radiant than a rose.

I thought to myself: if I don't help, it would be unreasonable—but if I do help… would I really go to Lan Fei and say, "Feifei, my buddy likes you, why don't you go out with him"? Not only would that be awkward for me, but Lan Fei's big mouth would probably shout it to the whole world.

But strangely, Lenna's punch only blasted away some gravel—as if all the force of his punch had been absorbed by the gravel itself.

Two more days passed, and the five finally reached the foot of the mountain, stepping onto snow-free ground. Though they now faced another vast pine forest, it was far better than the snowy peaks.

The meat inside wasn't properly marinated, cooked unevenly, the fish flesh white and tough, with a fishy stench and a bitter, charred taste—truly disgusting. Every swallow triggered waves of nausea.

Ye Chen was slightly startled. He glanced at the other man and saw that he, too, was a Star-level Emperor cultivator—and on his arms were two Heavenly Eyes.

Some things can't be bought even with silver—but she believed Qi Mei must have a way to get them.

As the sea of fire appeared, the surrounding air continuously rose. The unbearable heat climbed within the heart, causing the air itself to crackle with faint sonic booms.

The golden giant spread his arms wide in a lateral raise, and a massive golden barrier appeared before him. From afar, the entire capital of Genth was blocked behind it.

Strangely, as soon as the boss appeared, both the Wolf Guild and the Clover Guild mutually ceased hostilities and turned their attention to studying how to defeat the boss—pretending the earlier battle-to-the-death had never happened.

Gu Feng nodded and walked in. The river water wasn't deep at first—only up to his knees—barely affecting his movements. He paused briefly; nothing unusual. Then he continued forward.

But now they showed no concealment at all, merely drifting and churning aimlessly. They must have lost their sanity—under such conditions, they wouldn't use tactics like baited ambushes, which require intelligence.

Li Sisister had barely left when Granddog Sheng returned with the news—and brought along a figure everyone had forgotten.

"I'll follow your lead. I don't have many close friends in the army—you're one of them, and you're a fierce general. I need your support, and you'll need me too," Dai Li said seriously.

The voice, though muffled, carried a thread of clarity. It wasn't a roaring shout, yet it clearly reached the ears of those over ten miles away. Dao You was slightly startled.

"I'll go up and check. Even if something happens, I can run," Gu Feng said to He Qingyu as he stepped forward.

"Listen well, remember my name so you know who killed you—I'm Leng Ya." Leng Ya finished speaking and prepared to strike Lin Yang Hao.

The night was pitch black. Walking by the sound of the river at night was usually terrifying—but now, Xiao Jing felt utterly safe.

Winter drew near; the green grass had long turned yellow-brown, and vast forests stood distant and still.

Ji Yuehua told Emperor Longsheng about the events of the day—but she did not mention the so-called joke of the imperial marriage proposal.

That's true enough—there are quite a few people from Lan Island in the domestic entertainment circle, and there was even once a rumor about a "Jiaodong Faction."

Chi Hu isn't a fool. To carve a bloody path through Yin Corpse Mountain and climb to its peak couldn't be simple. Though this guy appears coarse on the surface, his heart is extremely meticulous.

For Li Qing, though he'd only experienced two dungeons, his standards had soared greatly from two SSS ratings—he wouldn't normally care for a mere green-quality item.

Liangzhou's seven commanderies are already lost. If Wudu falls too, two-thirds of Liangzhou will fall entirely into Yuanwu's hands.

These constant praises made those waiting behind grow more anxious, their eyes fixed on the dwindling noodles in the barrel, fearing they wouldn't get any.

And in that first dungeon, he never revealed his true identity—only left a codename.

The border country's guards immediately sneered, snatching up cleavers and charging toward Yan Yi and the carriage.

"He proposed to me. I didn't accept," Qin Lan didn't avoid the topic, bluntly satisfying Meng Bai's curiosity.

The teacher ate that disgusting salty, fishy zongzi—so why can't she eat this delicious plain one?

Rong Auntie knelt without expression. Fortunately, her soul's appearance remained as it was in life—if she looked as she did at death, Li Xian wouldn't have eaten for days.

"Who is this eunuch…?" Mao Rong bowed to Li Xian. The striking silver-cloud-patterned blue robe made her impossible to ignore.

The feeling was unbearably stifling—how could his mood be good? When his subordinate called out to him, he snapped back irritably.

Due to the presence of Minister Qiu and his group in the village, the villagers kept their doors shut and lived their own lives, unaware that Su Yaoyao had already left.

"There are two public restrooms outside, but I suggest you buy your own toilet," Ah Zhi said.

Yang Mu, who was being thought of by others, was currently swinging a great saber in the Emerald Bamboo Courtyard. Bao Laotai, Yangshitou, Heidaya, and Qiuzhi sat in a row, each munching on a slice of watermelon, watching.

Su Yaoyao declined He Chunli's invitation to spend the night at her home and instead rented a room at the state-run guesthouse, carefully planning her business with Old Ou.

"Alright, alright, I won't go out. You can stay if you want," Nangong Yanran plopped down on the sofa, looking utterly resigned.

"Thank you, Leader, for your praise. This is the result of our collective efforts by all cadres and worker brothers. Your affirmation is encouragement and motivation to every Red Star person. We will continue striving, upholding the spirit of not fearing hardship or fatigue, and adding our bricks and mortar to the nation's construction."