Chapter 135: 133

133, "The Evil Corpse Refining Fiend Blade Sect" (4K, 2/2)

"Such fickleness, disregarding morality—how can one be a good person?!"

Zhou Chang's expression suddenly turned cold; he glared at the many Spring Plague Ghosts closing in, speaking with sharp, severe words!

Xiao Zhenming and others watched Zhou Chang scold those strange beings in a harsh voice, their hearts momentarily filled with confusion and fear—strange beings and living humans often cannot communicate; they truly did not know what effect Zhou Chang's scolding would have on those Spring Plague Ghosts.

If these words startled and provoked the Spring Plague Ghosts, would it not bring

"If the Qingyuan people use this to blackmail us, can we just start fighting?" Qin Chaochao began to get excited.

"Sister-in-law, why have you come? Are father and the others well?" Dropping the work in his hands, Qin Xiaoyao hurried forward to ask.

Lou Jinchen had already drunk three pots of wine here; seemingly pleased by flattery, he told three stories of the Dharma.

She didn't know; when she grew up a bit more, would she be able to work alongside Sister-in-law and that lady from the Song family too?

The winners, carrying the effort of their partners to move forward together, showed progress in their spiritual power that was no joke.

"Your family doesn't lack laborers for now; you'll probably still need to go out. But there are many jobs in town; you can look around slowly. You'll surely find work with relatively more freedom." Qin Xiaoyao comforted him.

If I ran around outside wearing such a red wedding dress, I'd probably attract the police before I even attracted any ghosts.

"Rest assured; the Golden Armor Fiend Lord has already been suppressed by me and cannot cause any trouble. No need to worry." Li Tian reached out, held Meng De in his arms, and said confidently.

He could retire, and then he could get his pension and such; in that case, this red envelope of five yuan per person didn't seem so high anymore.

Under the rope circle, a basin of incense was placed before the door; of the three incense sticks, two had already burned out, and the remaining one had just burned halfway through.

"We cannot drink alcohol, so my mother had someone prepare fruit juice for us! Let's just drink this today!" Fei Ling smiled and pointed to the glass bottle held in Bi Yun's hand.

He also muttered from time to time, "Truly funny; a mere PS-ed photo dares to fool you, Fatty Brother."

"Uncle! We plan to set up a stall in town every day starting today, so we can save up enough travel money sooner!" Zhuzi, who was brushing oil on the freshly made cold skin noodles, looked up and said.

But Shen Linxian knew this was not normal; this was absolutely not a mere change in weather, but rather... someone was performing a ritual.

At first, the Special Operations Group still wanted to tow away all the warships in the harbor, but after some back-and-forth, they found that every warship in the harbor required four or five tugboats to move; that aircraft carrier even required nearly half of the tugboats brought by the Special Operations Group just to barely move.

At this moment, the decoration of the flagship store was completely finished; the silver-white exterior walls and the silver white dragon made the entire storefront look full of technological feel. Two floors, a total area of over a thousand square meters; it used to be a large supermarket, and using it to open a 4S dealership was nothing short of extravagant.

Tang Tang had no competitive spirit toward such a harmless boy; he was like her own younger brother Chichi, looking very thin and weak, with a soft and gentle nature, and a very pure smile; Tang Tang quite liked him.

"Where is your deputy general Qingyi? You can keep her by your side; if you want to eat something, have her make it for you!" Jiang Li chuckled lightly.

Seeing that Ren Feizheng ignored him, Lu Mingliang could only reluctantly turn his head away; Ren Feizheng was someone he could not afford to offend.

One option was to continue supporting Lin Quan, making his farm grow bigger and stronger, revitalizing the northern economy, driving tourism and employment in the north, allowing the decline of the Agadez Province to slowly recover, and attracting the northern population back; this would be the best solution to the north-south conflict!

"Wanqiu?" Chu Yigui's voice came through from the other end of the phone; Zhou Peiyu, eavesdropping nearby, was momentarily stunned.