Chapter 209: The Prince's Might, Invincible Everywhere!

"Wind-Stabilizing Pearl!"

When the sensation of weightlessness spread through her entire body.

Zijin immediately took out a golden-yellow pearl and placed it against her chest.

She, who had originally been blasted into midair, landed steadily at once, and the dust swirling around her settled into calm.

Mu Xiaoxiao took out a bucket in pixel-art style.

She tossed it toward the landing spot, splashing up a strange, square, pixelated blob of water.

Even falling from midair and crashing onto the water blob,

Qin Changchun took the money, feeling it was not enough for what he wanted. "Yingying, why is there only this little? This amount is barely enough to cover the interest." He complained it was too little; this was inevitable, and Qin Yaying had known it all along. Yet, she was powerless now.

Having just stepped into officialdom and been ruthlessly struck down, Xia Han did not fall into despair. Rising to great heights overnight, he did not become arrogant either.

Gazing at the palace, decorated in magnificent splendor, and the countless beautiful maids shuttling back and forth within it, Li Tianyu could not help but frown slightly.

Hua Xi, an outsider, had no say at this moment; she would surely follow the crowd, so she sat aside absentmindedly, pretending to be invisible.

Zhou Yang looked at Li Qiang with a wicked smile, paying no attention at all to Han Leqing's flushed face, which had turned red with extreme anger.

"Grandma, but I still miss Mommy. That day I saw Mommy crying, with so much blood flowing. I was very scared. I was afraid Mommy would disappear." The shock Nian Nian suffered that day was far more than just that; how could a child so young be made to witness such a scene?

Chu Cheng, without showing any emotion, immediately notified his teammates of his change. Qin Fei, the second one to drink tea, also manifested an additional status effect, though it permanently increased his Strength by 2 points. After Chu Cheng's joy came a thread of worry; missions that required advance payment of rewards were all more dangerous than ordinary missions.

This time, Emperor Xingyao looked deeply at her, as if seeing through her lie. Shu Lu was not afraid of him. "Can't I be modest?"

Su Ye paused, looked left and right, and confirmed this gesture could only be meant for her, so she walked over.

Ding Xiang had hardly ever drunk alcohol before. That evening, Mother Liu, the maids, and the matrons gathered together for a banquet, where social obligations were unavoidable, so she had two cups.

Zheng: "Go to hell, you're dreaming! I'm not talking to you anymore; you only know how to bully people. You're just a big bad egg."

"You've suffered a lot in society, right?" Huang Fei thought that those who transformed from students into street thugs basically all went through this path.

Putting aside how Sheng San operated and handled the coal exchange on the transport side, on this front, Yu Dayong continued to study major matters.

For people of this era, such a scene was far too much to exceed the understanding of common sense.

"This..." Li Jing had not expected Zhang Baocang to have been infected voluntarily. He opened his mouth but could not say anything; the shock in his heart could no longer be concealed.

After three cups of honey water went down, she seemed truly more sober: "Sigh, I drank a bit too much today. Any news at home?"

On the fifth day, Niu Geng was still begging on the streets; by nightfall, he had collected five hundred and thirty-eight yuan. On the sixth day, six hundred and seventy-six yuan.

"Sigh, true. Training a tiger-and-wolf army within a few days is utterly impossible." The Purple Emperor also felt a sense of helplessness.

It was a very old method: pooling resources. Several people with similar tastes voluntarily gathered together; this reduced the number of people, saved time, and could still satisfy everyone's taste preferences.

Hearing his words, Liang Chen was greatly alarmed. He knew he had been in the formation for a long time but did not expect more than ten days had already passed. Perhaps because this middle-aged man had spoken it out, a wave of fatigue suddenly struck him, and Liang Chen felt overwhelmingly sleepy.

Murong Qingwan looked at her determined face, and helplessness spread through her heart. How could she bear to part with her? Yet her own life was already running out. If she did not do what needed to be done while she still had the ability, by the time that day truly came, it would be too late.