Volume 1, Chapter 39: The Scandals of Xia Niannian

"Now that Ma Xiaolian has been taken away, what is Yang Yuquan going to do?" Hou Aixiu looked out the window with a face full of sorrow.

Hou Yu suddenly leaned in toward Tang Zhong and grasped his hands, a joy of surviving a catastrophe shining in his eyes.

Qin Yan shook his head and cast his gaze outward. He saw more than thirty men blocking the front of the car. The leader, a burly man wearing a tank top, had a prominent tattoo on his arm. "No entry allowed here!" the tattooed man shouted.

Qin Wuhen’s status was special, and the Sect Leader had instructed them not to clash with her, leaving Ah Xiang with no other choice.

Under normal circumstances, the process of amnesty would certainly not be this simple, nor would the establishment of the Liangshan Army have been so easy. The officials of the Great Song Dynasty would have devised all sorts of schemes to restrict and divide this force that had suddenly transitioned from outside the system into it.

This was the auto repair shop opened by Father Tong. Neither its storefront decor nor the design of its sign could be matched by the Tang Family Repair Shop, but Tang Zhong was confident that the equipment he had purchased from the system would be in no way inferior to what this shop possessed.

Carrying the body of Zhangsun Wuyou on his back, Qin Yan turned and left, heading straight for her villa.

Han Shengqi and Wu Jiuzhou looked into each other’s eyes; there was no so-called bromance there, only an overwhelming sense of competitive spirit.

He remembered that while refining the Soul-Condensing Bead, he had felt as though he could slightly control its power. But now, that force within his body was gone, and he no longer had the ability to establish a connection with the bead.

Huang Bo let out a loud cry, "I can't take it anymore!" He then rushed directly to Zhang Xiao, eyes wide as he stared at the steak, reaching out to snatch a piece.

In fact, it concerns new energy and new materials—especially materials, which is the area where the country is most deficient. In truth, the key reason for the backwardness of many industries is the lack of materials.

Xiaoyao Zhuangzhuang reacted immediately, giving Wenxin a knowing look, though his expression was somewhat lewd.

Therefore, when he arrived at the Misty Forest, the people present had actually already fallen into his view. None of them exceeded the Martial General realm, so he simply punched the obviously man-made formation to pieces.

At this very moment, outside the scene, Qin Shan had been quietly watching the helpless Li Jiang with a hunched back for two full days.

Because it was midsummer, the entire village was permeated with a foul stench. Xia Jian shook his head repeatedly as he walked inside.

Lü Xuan had already achieved the "Vision of the Flesh," so he could see the faint purple mist clearly, but he dared not move. In a situation where he was surrounded by enemies, even the slightest movement could put his life in danger.

It would be no exaggeration to describe this fellow as having a beauty that could topple cities. Among the men Long Luo had seen, Ling Tianjue and Xu Kuyin were the most handsome, yet this man surpassed them by a margin. However, he was not of the same mold as Ling Tianjue and Xu Kuyin; they carried an air of heroism, while this man possessed an air of delicate grace.

"Director Wu, I’m here." The man’s voice was as low as a muffled drum. He nodded to Director Wu and swept the room with a sharp, piercing gaze.

"I heard that a grand elder is actually coming to join the fun this year. I wonder if Brother Yihe knows about this?" the young man asked.

First, there was Sister Lulu. To put it in one sentence: she was born with a seductive charm, voluptuous and enchanting. Her full hips, in particular, could absolutely crush any professional hip model. Dressed in a qipao, one look at her would make you want to pounce; her entire being exuded an aura of a femme fatale that made men unable to resist, and every smile or frown would leave your throat parched with desire.