Volume 1, Chapter 62: Changle, I'm Hungry

Throughout the entire morning, Zhao Hui remained enveloped in sorrow. She wondered if Li Zhenguo thought she was being far too pessimistic.

After finishing his meal, Gao Yu indeed left. Only after he had walked far away did Bai Xue get up. Having drunk a bit too fiercely just moments ago, she felt a slight throbbing in her head, but this was hardly the time to worry about a headache.

He blinked his eyes rapidly, picked himself up from the ground, and looked at the mud caked all over his Zhongshan suit. He looked just like a mud monkey fished straight out of a ditch. Damn it! As a newlywed groom, I look even worse than a beggar who just came over from Anhui, Henan, or Sichuan! Surveying his thoroughly wretched appearance, he found himself torn between laughter and tears.

Realizing the situation was turning grim, the Flame Corpse Man hurriedly unleashed a heavenly fireball. However, Dad did not dodge at all; his tachi sword batted away all the incoming fireballs with ease.

Thinking about it, I realized it made sense. Staying cooped up at home for the past few days like this really would drive anyone crazy. I nodded, deciding to go out for a stroll tomorrow; perhaps it would do my body some good.

On June 29th, the school held its final examinations. The weather was extremely hot, and Zhao Hui, wearing a light purple dress, happily went to school to take her tests. The exam questions were not particularly difficult, and Zhao Hui felt she had done reasonably well.

Oozing the confidence of a football superpower, fearing no one—least of all China—Argentina was certain to win.

The firelight in Dazhuang’s hand cast a glow across his face, making him look far more ferocious than a demon, contrasting sharply with the face of Zhao Xiaochen, which was distorted by sheer terror.

Manchester City head coach Larry Hughes was under immense pressure. Having been accustomed to poverty all his life, being suddenly told to spend money—and to spend it lavishly at that—felt rather uncomfortable.

Chatting as they walked, the two finally arrived at Panjia Village. Pan Songlin said there was no rush and led Lin Daolun on a tour around the village. He introduced Lin to the villagers as an investor he had personally invited, telling them that he would be buying medicinal herbs from now on so the clansmen could make proper preparations.

Murong Chenxi and Kris both shot a glance at him, causing Chanyeol to instantly shut his mouth and scurry into the arms of his fair-skinned beloved in search of a sense of security.

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Meanwhile, when Xia Yenuo rushed back excitedly carrying a bag of cherries, the house was already completely empty. Hao Xin’s cell phone lay obediently on the table. A wave of anxiety involuntarily gripped Xia Yenuo’s heart, so much so that he didn’t even notice the cherries slipping from his hand and scattering onto the floor.

Although Zhao Yingkong was merely putting up a facade, if she were to let go the moment someone asked, it would look far too fake. Therefore, Zhao Yingkong did not release Leng Yan, though she didn’t use her dagger to slit Leng Yan’s throat either.

Yan Poyue and Li Qiang sat cross-legged on the snowy peak of the mountain. Li Qiang took out two bottles of Shaodaozi liquor, a can of luncheon meat, a pack of fried peanuts, and two salted duck eggs from his haversack. In a godforsaken place like this, being able to produce such items meant Li Qiang was living in luxury.

Xiang Shaomu sang along with the rain near the window, the Minnan dialect drifting out of the stilt house and echoing far into the distance. If his sensory perception of promises hadn't failed him, the fellow had probably also received the murmured responses of the villagers.

A chill ran down Hao Xin’s spine. Since when had this cold-faced Rakshasa learned how to act spoiled? Moreover, all that talk about being a vegetarian for a long time and feeling empty, lonely, and cold—was this really something to be proclaimed in broad daylight?

After finishing my studies, I flopped down softly and went online to check for any updates, but before long, a noisy commotion sounded right beside my ear.

At the same time, simplicity, directness, and effectiveness also meant that this martial art required sufficient distance to generate acceleration. Once tangled up in close-quarters grappling with an opponent, its trajectory of attack would be sealed off, rendering it incapable of performing its original function.

Wang Zi'an remarked, "Exactly. The township has no bamboo or timber resources, no mineral resources, and no transportation advantages. The only specialty agriculture we have is locally produced and consumed. Last year, the total investment attraction didn't even reach ten million, yet we spent several million just on operational fees. And yet, not a single person is willing to come and invest."

"What... what do you mean?" Ye Lingyun raised her head in a panic, only to find Ming Chi standing with his back to the moonlight. At that moment, the moon was also obscured by dark clouds, making it utterly impossible for her to discern his expression, though his tone had thoroughly frightened her anyway.

Once the room was left with just the two of them, he gazed intently at Zhen Miao, momentarily at a loss for words, unsure of what to say.

Lei Qing, who had just returned from the restroom, walked over, completely oblivious to what was actually happening in the current standoff.

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He was looking to work at the Public Security Bureau now, not some ordinary factory or company. If it were the latter, Xia Yunjie might actually be able to help introduce him, but a public security bureau—how could someone like Xia Yunjie, a mere laborer, possibly be of any help?

Qiao Hao smiled and said, "Alright." Anyway, given Yun Qing's standard, even if he constantly went back on his moves, he would still utterly crush him without leaving a single piece behind.

"Gu does not need you to reward Gu, nor is Gu starving!" Lord Mo glared fiercely at Ling Haojie. Whatever he had done for Yu Zhenzhen, he certainly didn't want someone else spilling the details—that would be terribly humiliating for him.

"If you have time, I'll take you all for a visit to my hometown. Although it's a bit poor, the mountains are green, the waters are clear, and it's a place producing outstanding people. It's well worth a visit," Chen Fuyun said.

By this time, Liu Dong, whose mind had been put at ease, naturally began to feel the hunger in his stomach. Hearing Zhou Bin's words, he smiled, nodded, and agreed.

Upon hearing that Xuan Geer was feeling unwell, Guo Xun immediately suspected he might have contracted smallpox, and his expression changed drastically. As luck would have it, the physician previously summoned from the city had returned home that very day, leaving Guo Xun with no choice but to summon the doctor stationed at the estate.

Xiao Ling'er turned pale with fright, yet her body instinctively moved to shield Chen Gouqingsheng.