Volume 1, Chapter 30: Li Binglan Gets Drunk

Zhang Wenxuan reached out and caught Li Binglan by her slender waist, and a heavy scent of alcohol immediately emanated from her. Frowning, he caught a whiff of the potent spirits clinging to her; just how much had she been drinking? Li Binglan seemed unable to stand on her own, leaning heavily against him for support.

The middle-aged man standing before them, addressed as Director Wang, looked displeased. "Director Li, is this your younger brother? I don't recall ever hearing that you had a brother," Wang Chengan muttered with a furrowed brow.

Li Binglan struggled to maintain her composure. "Wenxuan is my cousin. He just arrived from the countryside a few days ago to look for me."

"Ah, a cousin. No wonder he looks nothing like you at all..."

There were often some wonderful things; whenever they returned, they would bring back a full bag, enough for the whole family to share.

In Osaka, the sun was shining brightly. Thanks to the New Frontiers Project, the smog that once permeated the Earth had become rare. Now, the landscape was filled with lush mountains, clear waters, and fresh air, and significant progress had been made in greening the deserts. As Feiniao was on patrol, his communicator suddenly rang.

After eliminating the confidants of Moer and Hu'erbei, Joina let out a sigh of relief. She couldn't help but admire Karen's methods; such a decisive strategy, from conception to planning and final execution, required perfection in every step, or they would have been the ones to face total ruin.

Seeing them escape into the cave, the beast let out an angry roar, and three tentacles shot into the cavern. This place was the Demon Suppression Division, an institution dedicated to maintaining the stability of the Great Qin Empire, primarily tasked with slaying monsters and supernatural entities, though it handled other side duties as well.

The spirit herbs auctioned this time were at least a thousand years old, and the demonic beast cores were at least level ten. There were even herbs over five thousand years old and level twelve beast cores, driving the Nascent Soul cultivators into a bidding frenzy.

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Lian'er cursed her to be killed by the one she loved in every lifetime. The curse became reality; in every life, she was killed by her master. In this lifetime, she refused to deceive herself any longer or endure her master's deep affection for Qingran, nor could she bear that her master had killed her for centuries for Qingran's sake. She wanted to guard her own heart well.

The simulation concluded, and the display panel faded like ripples in water, vanishing from Jiang Yue's vision. "I truly wish to gaze upon this flourishing scene forever, where neither sorrow nor grief can be seen," she sighed, the words spilling from her lush lips and carried away by the wind, dissipating into nothingness.

Upon hearing this, Duke Yihuan and Chu Tianyang breathed a long sigh of relief; they knew that even with today's victory, endless troubles would surely follow. In other words, how many villas would one have to sell to earn back that much money? The passionate enthusiasm of Golden Tooth was completely extinguished by Zhang Hao.

What is unreal should remain in the realm of the unreal, rather than running rampant under the guise of truth. I must witness these unrealities with my own eyes and cast them aside; even if fear forbids me from discarding them, it cannot stop me from cutting them down.

Ye Chen listened to the dial tone on the phone, a bitter smile on his face, and drove toward the Dihao Garden. Wu Yang was stunned; this was the Origin Sphere Space, and who could enter here without his permission? "The first stop is like a novice village. Where I go next depends on the experience I accumulate here—is that how it works?" Wu Yang felt his analogy was quite spot on.

I am truly grateful to him; President Bi is a good boss. Now, I also feel that my decision to leave my job at the television station for the izakaya was the right one.

It would take some time for Yiran to purge the nether energy. Ed did not want to wait idly, so he used the time to study the magical puppet.

The demon, which neither team of mercenaries could kill, was slain by this boy due to sheer luck. The bullet must have entered through its mouth and, due to the angle, penetrated the demon's brain.

Zhu Yan stood where he was, making no attempt to pursue, looking at the crowd with an indifferent expression before speaking in a hoarse voice. At the same time, he noticed that the Tang Dynasty generals were becoming increasingly ferocious. This change was something that even the cunning Yinan could not figure out how to resolve in the short term. He knew the background of the Ji family better than anyone, and he was well aware of the weight the Xijiang Society carried.

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To his surprise, two servants from the Alchemy Guild set up a table, followed by Xiao Yi carrying a stack of items.

Although Kang Qiang said so, Mo Chen did not agree. He suddenly remembered the student who was inexplicably bitten to death under the dormitory building the morning after he first read the Ghost Post. Mo Chen recalled that Kang Qiang had warned him not to talk nonsense; looking at Kang Qiang then, it seemed he knew some hidden truth.

Master and the Blood Sword—two terms he thought were completely unrelated—were now forcibly linked behind his back. This left him with only one thought.

In fairness, even if he were in the same situation, he might not have been able to act as Qin Feng did, nor could he have done better. Such meticulous and rigorous thinking was hard to imagine coming from a sixteen-year-old boy.

Zhu Yeqingrou privately revealed the Dong family's intentions to Ji Ya. The ten thousand taels of gold were partly a gesture of congratulations, but also a boast of the Dong family's strength. Coupled with the second son, Dong Ao, it was clear the Dong family wanted to marry into the Ji family.

Without delay, Ye Fei tore open the letter. He shook it, and an invitation-like piece of paper fell out, along with a sheet of red-striped stationery.

The passing vehicles were panicked; with two loud bangs and the screeching of emergency brakes, a three-car pileup occurred on the road.

Since there was no evidence to prove his rank, he had to submit to seniority and status. If he were to be baited into expressing dissent, it would be equivalent to going against the current rules of this world. Xiao Yi was certainly not foolish enough to make such a mistake.

Relying solely on these thirty-some gnolls in the tribe to reproduce, it would take many years to reach a significant number.

Kolba did indeed have many manors and villas in Medellin. Yang Tianluo spent over ten minutes inspecting one of the manors. Although he did not find Kolba or any trace of Eddie, he managed to gather several useful clues by the time he finished his search.

Citizens of each city-state could vote to support their favorite chefs. Furthermore, they could place official bets. Every citizen could wager on the chef they supported and win prize money based on the different odds for each chef.

Given that there were no spare "Ear of the Wind" devices and he couldn't sell the original owner's, An Yi promised after some communication that he would go out and buy one for each of them tomorrow.