Chapter 81: Latest Chapter: The Banned Wine Barrel Bug Has Been Fixed!

Latest chapter: The banned wine barrel bug has been fixed!

During this time, Xia Feng had also grown accustomed to living here; aside from being a bit cold at night and in the early morning, the temperature was generally pleasant. He didn’t know whether it was due to his contact with the ruby, but his body had undergone slight changes—he rarely had insects come near him, rendering the insect repellent and mosquito coils he bought useless.

Under extreme shock, everyone unanimously made this decision and ran toward the black mist to the south.

"General Qin, today you'll have to settle for staying in the mountains—I need to visit each household and gather more people before I can take you up the mountain," Yang Yue said, somewhat embarrassed as he spotted the estate in the distance.

Zhang Zian also laughed; Wu the Electrician’s assessment was spot-on. Fortunately, Wu was always by Zhao the Welder’s side, or else who knew what even more outrageous things he might do.

Upon hearing this, Leng Qingshuang involuntarily grabbed Qin Chen’s arm. Leng Qingshuang was exceptionally intelligent—she knew full well she had brought trouble upon Qin Chen, for her earlier actions had stirred Pan Luming’s hostility toward him.

“Heh, yes, my mother’s surname is Han—she’s from the Han family of Xingjia Mountain,” Kong Sang said. If Feng Qian knew the Han family, he must also be quite familiar with them—perhaps he and Feng Qian were “one of us”?

After dozens of breaths, the storm clouds in the sky ceased gathering. Then came a sharp crack—a bolt of silver lightning, as thick as an arm, coalesced within the storm clouds. Luo Ting and the others gave it little thought, but the Hu Qiu trio turned pale.

The moment he spoke, he saw his superior Wu Wanfei glaring at him with fury—he immediately slapped himself several times, the slaps echoing loudly.

No, I absolutely won’t let this go! How dare someone act so brazenly before me, Xu Zhiling? They’re asking for death—I must teach them a lesson.

Still, he held onto a sliver of hope and taped a printed note to the shop door: “Toilet clogged. Owner desperate. Gone to find restroom. Customers please wait.”

The moment she opened her eyes, a figure as beautiful as a blooming lotus appeared before her.

Li Er’s hand trembled—he didn’t know what to say. Li Yi was always measured—this was just a joke.

Most visitors were students from the prefectural city, coming both to discuss scholarship and to make acquaintances.

Some said the landlord was kind-hearted; others claimed he was accumulating merit and doing good deeds; even more outlandish theories circulated—but none of these mattered to Dong Huang Jing. He simply followed his sister’s instructions, doing what he could.

He knew the Lord was always bold, but he had never imagined boldness to this extent—not until today.

Upon hearing that his trusted minister, Prime Minister Yue, had returned, the Lord felt as if a great burden had been lifted—he immediately slackened his governance.

The front courtyard had no roof, so at least air could circulate; but the smoke from the side gate poured straight into the parlor, filling the entire corridor.

“Well, thought it over?” Wang Xu believed his smile was as gentle as a breeze over Lugu Lake, as soft as rain drifting over Jiuzhaigou.

In his haste, he had not only taken out Xia Tian’s poem draft but also another one, signed beneath it: Qi Xiuping.

It was an aura of supreme majesty, towering above the nine heavens, looking down with disdain upon all beneath—the very emperor himself regarded as but a speck of dust.

Li Yue fought desperately before the scorpion demon, its twin pincers each strike cratering the stone floor. Li Yue kept trying to deflect them, hoping to expose the giant scorpion’s eyes for a direct attack.

Jiang Changhe had the state restaurant’s server pour them two bowls of boiled water, and they drank the water while eating half a steamed bun.

But the unease was too fleeting—before Tu Kuuku could fully feel it, it vanished instantly, as if it had never been.

Forcing herself to feed Liu Yun something, then cleaning up the blood on the ground, she finally collapsed against the wall and fell into a deep sleep.

Frustrated beyond words, Zhang Ye stamped her foot, but when she moved to act, Fang Hong shouted her back. Though unwilling, she had to admit the truth: even with her greatly increased strength, she still couldn’t defeat Tu Kuuku.

After finally growing up and getting a job outside, she had thought she could build a good life through her own hard work.

Zhang ErGou, seeing Murong An’s embarrassment, couldn’t help but flash a slightly awkward smile himself.

But the governor’s lady had not yet appeared, so those at the table whispered among themselves, mostly speculating about this mysterious lady—after all, such a meticulously planned operation could not be the work of an ordinary person.

Ji Xiaoman did recall: she had clearly seen Xia Lan grab something and shove it into her pocket, and now Xia Lan’s pocket was bulging.

She had teared up upon hearing Fang Zhiyuan call Jiang Mianmian’s name because the year she left, Jiang Mianmian had just been born a month prior—and her elder brother had named the child Jiang Mianmian.

My face burned; I felt this identity shift was unbearably humiliating, yet I still nodded silently. Pei Zile didn’t press further, shifting the topic to school—she must have heard I was returning, for her mood had stirred, and she quietly complained about Yu Jie’s stiff and careless teaching.