Volume One, Chapter 44: Selling Flowers

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Old Madam Song grew displeased when he insisted on getting an explanation from her.

“I am your mother. Must I report every single thing I do to you?”

Song Laosan watched her self-righteous demeanor and felt a chill rise within him. “Along the way, son has seen that the estate grows plenty of vegetables and raises many chickens, ducks, and geese. So why does mother still claim the household is struggling? And why did she trick son into going out for a stroll, only to come to this estate but forbid our branch of the family from coming?”

“Song Fu, this house is still mine to run while I’m alive. If I don’t let you come, there’s a reason.”

“Today, son wants to know what that reason is.”

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Gu Yao’s smile deepened; this Prefect Yu was no stranger to navigating social circles—his probing was exquisitely subtle.

Yet soon after, a second battle erupted once more. This time, the attacking demons had nearly half the troops of before, but they employed a cunning strategy.

The ministers exchanged uneasy glances; several opened their mouths to speak but ultimately remained silent, shaking their heads with resigned sighs.

The Song clan deliberately sent her to Jinyun Pavilion to add insult to injury, while outsiders pretended nothing had happened.

“That’s not how you catch fish,” Old Chen said, though he was old, and despite laughing inside until his sides hurt, he maintained a calm exterior.

“Four years ago, Khan Xieli forced me to sign the Weishui Treaty outside Chang’an City. Did you ever consider what this day would bring?” Emperor Li II asked Khan Xieli with a faint tone.

Therefore, they needed a comprehensive plan to kill that fat, white tiger.

After finishing all this, Feng Yi gestured for him to turn around, then exhaled deeply. When he turned back, Lu Zhong noticed he was drenched in sweat, as if the previous effort had drained all his strength.

It was a giant carp, swimming in the void like a living creature, emitting dragon-like roars. Strangely, the fish was black and white, which made it all the more bizarre.

“I want a seafood buffet with king crab and Australian lobsters!” Kong Yixuan demanded without hesitation.

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After speaking, she stepped forward a few paces, bowed slightly to the master’s side, then took the backpack from the master and slung it behind her.

Although Lu Zhouyao said this was just a tactic to win over Song Zhaomian, he felt there was more to Lu Zhouyao’s demeanor than mere courtship.

“Yeah!” She couldn’t contain her excitement, whispering the word, then immediately looked around cautiously, as if afraid of being overheard.

Before founding the guild, he lacked power and thus could not access important intelligence.

Li Xue, Dongfang Yuan, the two elders of the Tianji Clan, Shenmeng God Lord, Lord of Reincarnation, Ren Xuan, and the Hope God Lord—all stood majestically beneath a single sky.

But he wasn’t surprised; he had long suspected the sage might have tampered with the Star Core of the Void Saint Realm.

Though she came seeking Lu Zhouyao, she ended up benefiting herself—her move netted a full three hundred million, all for her true heart.

Soon, a sea of fiery red skulls surrounded Mu Qinghan’s escape routes. These skulls emitted chilling laughter, making the scene utterly terrifying.

The Earthbinding Spirit had been trapped here for countless years. Hearing Chu Qingli’s words, it nodded without hesitation.

After ordering the dishes, once served, Liu Hao began eating ravenously, losing all composure. Having exhausted so much energy this afternoon, he needed to replenish well.

He completely ignored the Pokémon League rule that a trainer can only carry six Pokémon at once.

The Bright God Emperor knew well that the Supreme Celestial was the embodiment of dark emotions from eight thousand worlds. His power depended on the strength of those emotions.

Thus, the thirteenth young master of the Feng family earned a fearful nickname beyond “waste”: “Desperate Thirteen,” which has been passed down ever since.

Thankfully, his body stopped just in time; otherwise, he might have been crippled or worse.

Murong Fei seemed relieved, her entire body softening in Su Nan’s embrace. She relaxed, closed her eyes, and smiled faintly.

Yan Dong nodded—he, like Su Nan, wanted to know who had such power to poach people right under his nose.

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His expression was serious, his gaze resolute—truly fitting the saying that a man is at his most handsome when determined.

“That was close. But from this, I can see my pulse can interfere with the enemy’s lock-on,” Liu Hai thought with joy after narrowly dodging an attack.

Outside, the celestial clan warriors stared intently at Yang Xiao and the many celestial warriors within.

The corpse dragons slain earlier all fell apart, their bones shattered. Without muscles or tendons, they naturally disintegrated when dropped from great heights.

Bai Chen was happy for a while, then his expression turned helpless. He scanned the surroundings; an invisible barrier in his divine consciousness separated him from this world. Any reckless move would bring devastating retaliation.

Two people just a stone’s throw away suddenly fell into the water with a splash, sending waves rippling across the pool.

The reporter was clever and not misled by the spokesperson’s words. If his next question hinted at any nationality conspiracy theories, he would be immediately removed. So he directly targeted the fight incident.

Though the native warriors were strong, their grasp of information was barely one-fifth that of the descendents. Even Lin Kongzhi himself might not know as much as these few.

“Whether they believe it or not is none of our business!” Li Wujie said and was about to leave but was stopped by Bian Lingcheng.

The villa’s exterior remained resplendent, spotless, yet it seemed gloomy, reflecting no sunlight.

But it had no consciousness; its eyes held only destruction and slaughter. The Phoenix Feather Cockatrice was just a defective breed—what would truly fused dragon and phoenix bloodlines be like?

“Chase them!” Seeing Li Wujie run off, Cai Xide, hidden behind a large tree, no longer hid and dashed out, loudly giving the order. Behind him followed more than a dozen subordinates and a weaponless Qita.