Chapter 119

The most convenient and fastest way to get from Jin Ling to Gang Cheng is obviously to fly directly there.

But… Chen Yan couldn't choose this route.

Because Gu Qingyi was still an "unregistered person."

She couldn't take a plane, not even a high-speed train, a regular train, or a long-distance bus.

Because all these modes of transport required ID documents—and going to Gang Cheng required even more.

He supported Yang Hua with one hand while ordering his troops to unleash volleys of arrows; at his command, arrows rained down, and the assassins twisted like leaping carp, flipped like diving cuttlefish, staggered like woodcutters carrying firewood, moving like ghosts, swift as spirit foxes. Zou Weilian rushed forward, raised the Thunderbow, aimed at the assassins' hearts, and fired—the arrows streaked like meteors chasing the moon, and the assassins dropped instantly.

Fang Xuechu screamed again, staring blankly at the head of the Horse King that Hu Yang had handed her, dumbfounded: Was this thing worth more than a hundred thousand?

But no matter what it was, the first to get their hands on it would always be students of this school; outsiders could only obtain it after the students had already made their findings.

Then came several unremarkable antiques—neither Hu Yang nor the livestream viewers found them impressive, even finding them dull; all were sold for tens of thousands.

After eating their fill, Feng Lian and Meng Jie still took time to condense Qi into water to wash their clothes, then summoned fire to dry them.

Karl's face flushed red, torn between worry and anxiety; seeing Miller's listless state, anger surged in his chest—he slapped Miller hard across the face, the crack echoing sharply.

You Yan gritted his teeth: "If you ask about dissatisfaction, I'm not just dissatisfied with those few—I'm dissatisfied with everyone! These fools have slept too long, and now they've grown arrogant and cold."

"No, don't overthink it." He just didn't know how to interact with her family, but he was trying to adapt, and didn't want her to notice.

Lin Yu stared at the pair of socks, already washed, left outside the shop door, walked over, picked them up, and tossed them straight into the trash.

Lin Yu couldn't be bothered to argue with them. He took the money, went to the kitchen, and then purchased a pig's trotter from the system shop, along with various cooking ingredients, including chili peppers.

"Alright." Ye Ci thought for a moment longer—yes, she was curious, though she didn't care much. Everyone has curiosity, even if hers was weak; on this matter, she truly was curious.

Li Ji was also gradually drawn in, actively joining in and displaying the superb cooking skills she'd honed over more than a decade of raising Li Jing alone—though perhaps it was simply because she couldn't stand the two amateurs constantly ruining the food.

Even though she said nothing, Nian Liang understood everything—his guilt welled up, and he hugged his poor Man Niang tightly, repeatedly murmuring, "You've been worn out," for a long while, until Man Niang complained her posture was wrong and her back, waist, and legs ached from the strain, at which point he finally let go.

Though she didn't wish for Ying Zheng to become cruel, she also didn't want him forced off the throne because of his "reluctance to harm." Not because of his power, nor because the Qin family still relied on him for prosperity—but because he was Ying Zheng. The Ying Zheng she had always loved.

Also, I bought a Dark Souls 3 CD key the day before yesterday, planning to play it during my free time, but it ended up becoming Tang Baozi's father's toy. I'm furious, I'm crying, boohoo!

Lei Fang suffered a great tragedy—her family destroyed, her home gone, now living here—I feel I have a responsibility toward her.

They traveled across the sea and understood many things. This shark was inherently bloodthirsty; now wounded, it would become even more bloodthirsty.

Wu Yue merely smiled, watching quietly from the side as always, saying nothing. Events like this, already written in the original plot, she had no intention of interfering in.