Volume 1, Chapter 30: Killing the Second Son of the Wang Family

"What are you doing?"
"Do you dare to rebuff Warden Chen?"
Mu Shaoliang turned to persuade Liu Feng, even giving him a kick out of frustration. He was truly anxious. Such an opportunity was rare; it might be the only one of his lifetime.
"Liu Feng, think carefully. Can my two sisters really stay in this mountain hollow forever? If you become a bailiff, you can move into the city. Think of how glorious that would be."
Liu Feng understood Mu Shaoliang's intentions. He knew he was concerned for him and his sisters, so he didn't mind the kick.
"Big brother," he replied, "everyone has their own path. Please, stop trying to persuade me."
Mu Shaoliang still wanted to press the issue.
"Weren't you so arrogant just now? Weren't you so full of grand words? Why are you calling me the moment I walk away? Since you're so formidable, what could possibly be beyond your handling?" Song Yazhu thought to herself, and as soon as the ringing stopped, she pressed the power-off button.
"Sir, there is no need for such formalities," Zhao Yi said. Having been promoted to Provincial Governor, he did not look down on Cheng Yin, continuing to address him as "Sir" as he always had.
But she had not expected that the man before her was the one. Shiyao knew that a hostage in a foreign land was equivalent to being abandoned by one's own country and family.
Hearing this, Zhang Jiaze was incredibly moved, as if he had finally caught a glimpse of the dawn of hope. Heavens above, finally, someone agreed with his point of view.

She studied him. Today, he wore a vermilion Shu brocade robe with a snow-white collar, holding a long flute in his hand, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. He looked incredibly handsome and dashing.
Song Ning didn't care. If Li Jian wanted to make a scene, let her. If she wasn't allowed to vent, the days ahead would surely be endless. Besides, Song Ning already had a way to deal with her.
The surface of the lake was only about two meters below the ground level. It seemed endless; no one knew how wide or long it was. In the middle of the lake, countless currents flowed slowly beneath the mountain walls.
Yet suddenly, they were together. Surely, there were many things behind this that others did not know.
Therefore, even though Lu Caixi’s conversation was quite pleasant, the Imperial Noble Consort showed no satisfaction, offering only distant, polite concern, accompanied by a few words of warning.
For some reason, Zhang Jiaze felt he could no longer march straight into the classroom to find her as he once did. He didn't want his romance to be public. High school students dating were always seen as neglecting their studies, so those who did so inevitably seemed a bit secretive.
Its speed in fleeing could not match the descent of the fire axe. Just as it shifted a few centimeters, the axe, shimmering with a cyan-white light, struck its body.
Wang Rui was no slouch. He had been a soldier, a special forces operator, skilled in demolition and reconnaissance. Even facing a first-level martial artist, he would hold his own.
Elder Meng’s breathing was erratic, his gaze locked onto the ice beast with a look of shock.
With a single kick, he sent the man flying. A violent explosion followed, causing a building to collapse, and several disciples were caught in the blast and injured.
The villa’s housekeeper handed her two checks; one was for five million, and the other for less than ten thousand.
Having returned to the bedroom not long ago, I didn't think much and immediately put on my clothes, rushing to the main control room.
Actually, Sun Keming hadn't expected things to turn out this way. Gao Yusheng had cruelty to spare but lacked wisdom; he had almost no experience in controlling situations or fighting low-level monsters.
"Don't worry, sister. I still have so many people in my maiden family to support, and so many in my husband's family waiting to laugh at me. I won't seek death." Lady Ziqing gave a bleak smile. After a few more idle words, she calmed down and returned.
"Look at that big sister. She's also getting stitches, and she isn't crying. You're a boy, why are you still crying?" The boy’s mother held back her tears, pointing at Ye Li.
The arrogant He Teng, who had wanted to escape, was instantly split in two by a sword strike from the Sword Demon.

Time flowed silently. Li Xiuyuan looked at the girl's determined face, and his emotions seemed to settle somewhat.
He had stripped off his tattered upper garments, his bare torso covered in a mixture of sweat and blood, staining his thick skin a pale pink.
With a "clatter," a teacup was struck by a green light and shattered into powder in mid-air. Behind the desk, a fair hand waved casually, dispersing the mist of powder.
But he specifically mentioned that his cultivation had greatly improved and that life over there was very relaxed, much more comfortable than before.
However, many Hong Kong directors still struggled with "acclimatization" after heading north.
At this time, Cheng Yong, who had wasted half his life, was in a state of desperation, urgently needing to make money.
After feeding, the memory necklace softened, clinging to the palm like a lazy octopus.
Having said this, Hanguangzi raised his hand and pressed the center of the character "Sun" within the four characters "Great Brilliance, Great Purity" on the wall of the precept room. An inconspicuous black brick sank deep, triggering the mechanism, and the wall began to rotate.
Wu Suowei dared not use too much force, fearing he might tear the fatty's arm off, so he could only pull with measured strength.
At this moment, Tila’s expression was completely blank, even the warmth in her heart fading quite a bit. However, seeing that he had come specifically to pick her up, she chose not to argue, turning instead to look at her other companion, who was shouting not to be ignored.
Suddenly, the tremors of Ghost Mountain caught many people's attention. Guards rushed out, and the scene outside the gate was shocking: the Black Wind Snake had been hacked into several pieces, and blood painted the mountain gate.
"Thanks," Lan Guang moved his shoulders. They still felt a bit sore and numb, but the pain was gone.
Roly-polies, bamboo dragonflies, boomerangs, whip-tops, lucky cats, "Smooth Sailing" ornaments, "Spirit of the Dragon and Horse" ornaments, treasure bowls, and various styles of beaded bracelets.