Chapter 178: 173 Sip

Wang Chuanfu had only just begun chatting with Yu Xing when he could no longer suppress his curiosity and asked a question.

"Director Yu, what are you trying to achieve with this conversation?"

"Narrowly speaking, I simply want to show Baixiaosheng users how elites from different industries think and act; broadly speaking, I hope more people will gain something from watching our dialogue." Yu Xing expressed his gratitude again, "Director Wang, thank you for taking the time to receive my visit—I am…"

Isn't there still a folk saying, "When a son grows up, he's no longer under his mother's control"? How much more so in the cold, distant imperial harem?

Wang She and Fatty landed on a cluster of arrow stones; before they could rise from the slanted surface, the cracks beneath them suddenly widened and extended, paused for a moment, then cracked with a sharp "crack," snapping clean in half. They continued falling, still clinging to the broken stone, smashing through three or five more layers of arrow stones before finally coming to a stop.

Shangguan Wenfei glanced at Cheng Ren; when she had crossed over, Cheng Ren had once drawn a diagram for the nest-building insectoid race inside the wormhole—the drawing was excellent, and at that time, Cheng Ren's main role in the team had been as a sketch artist.

Halfway through their drink, the conversation from a nearby table of merchants repeatedly mentioned words like "feng shui" and "tomb raiding," immediately catching the attention of Zhegu Shao and Chen the Blind. The group spoke in hushed tones, but how could they hide from the ears of two masters of tomb detection who could pinpoint hidden chambers by sound alone?

Another hour passed, and five stoves were fully built. Five stoves were more than enough. If there was more saltpeter, they could build a few more—building stoves wasn't difficult at all.

"In the dead of winter, rabbits hide deep in the mountains and grow fat—perfect time to hunt them for meat," Lu Yan laughed.

Han Xin's physiognomy—hah—the four characters were cruelly precise. I wonder how the Li family will view this, especially when he achieves his unparalleled feats.

As the saying goes, when one is well-fed and warm, lust arises! With his basic needs met, He Shuai naturally began longing for the life he had when his father was alive. He could not accept that his father had died because of him, so he redirected this pain into hatred toward Shangguan Wenfei and others. Zou Qin successfully exploited this to link He Shuai with Wang Liansheng and the others.

You attack me, I attack you—let's see who breaks first, who recovers breath first. By the end, his voice and expression were fierce, his eyes glinting with murderous intent—he had made his decision.

The three wandered outside for a while; after a full day of fun, they were exhausted. Chen Nan chose to drop the two off at school and went straight home, planning to drive over early the next morning.

On the other end of the phone, Xiao Shurong fell silent for several seconds, suddenly realizing her words had been too harsh.

At the same time, he felt his spiritual sense had grown slightly stronger; true qi surged, and a blade formed entirely of condensed true qi appeared before Xu Nu.

This was found by Su Jue in the Heavenly Palace, a treasure left behind by the Moonlight Immortal Sovereign. Since it had no other use, it might as well serve well for roasting.

Given Qin Chuan's reckless style, if he approved, the embroidered ball would surely land in the hands of a Wei family member.

She knew little about affairs in the capital, but hearing certain details from these people's lips would reveal things she had never known before.

The Flame Fury Ape King roared incessantly, but its speed could not match Nan Gong Chen's rhythm, forcing it into constant defense. One must admit the Flame Fury Ape King's defense was formidable—every one of Nan Gong Chen's attacks was blocked, making progress difficult.

Su Heng rarely saw Wang Yin cry; in all the time he had known her, she had always been vibrant and never shed a tear—but today, Wang Yin looked at him with red eyes, and the expression on her face as she left left him unsettled and anxious.

Seeing the live stream's popularity still skyrocketing and gifts pouring in wildly, he grinned so wide his mouth wouldn't close.

Wang Han noticed one remaining table of customers in the hall and rushed over to order them out.

Old Master Wang smiled; at his age, whether he breathed fresh air or not made little difference.