Chapter 113: International Trade Parking Lot Project

Jiang Yuan listened to what Jiang Butong had to say and only then realized the problem. Indeed, the money he earned wasn't even enough to cover other people's wages. Yingzi, overhearing Jiang Butong's words, nodded in deep agreement. Though their numbers had grown at a terrifying speed, many of them refused to follow orders.

"Fine, I'll straighten things out over the next couple of days." One of Jiang Yuan's good qualities was that he could take Jiang Butong's advice to heart.

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Hu Meihong: "Exactly so. Look at those peonies—many of their leaves are withered and scorched. Hard to say whether they'll survive."

Watching the two locked in battle on the field, the outcome no longer mattered to Murong Chuxue. Her eyes rested on Lan Duo with complicated feelings, and for a long moment she was silent.

Wuming flew swiftly above the Demon Realm. Demonic winds howled as they swept toward him, each gust like a blade of steel scraping against his body. Compared with the demon winds of this realm, the gale winds above the Void Realm were nothing at all—like a gentle breeze, utterly incomparable. The one she had waited so long to meet, before they could exchange even a few words, was already separated by life and death. She had thought of many excuses to console herself, to keep herself from grieving so deeply, but she was still heartbroken. It felt as though her heart, which once beat so clearly, could no longer be heard at all.

Jin Yu: "Even so, we still have to fish for it. Fortunately, it's marked in red at the top of the post. But the text is far too long, so searching is terribly inconvenient."

Having consoled myself in this way, I called out to A Xia, shouldered my backpack, and walked toward the place where the clouds and mist had dispersed, toward the towering altar of heaven standing high in the center of the estate.

At Shen Lian's command, Wolf Spider and the others, who had long been lying in ambush, suddenly rushed out. The bald men froze for a moment, never expecting anyone to be there, but they swiftly turned and shifted into fighting stance.

Xiao Mo did not join the fray. Simply leading the troops in person had already caused no small amount of dissatisfaction among his ministers and retainers; if he were to take the field himself, everyone would surely object. So Xiao Mo could only watch coldly as this wave of Yellow Turban soldiers was annihilated.

Meanwhile, on an open observation platform not far from Jin Muyan and his companions, an old man with hair of white but still a vigorous, spirited bearing was studying an image on the observation screen before him with great interest. In that image, white-haired Jin Muyan was looking up toward the camera.

Still, this approach was indeed inevitable. Tang Feng and his men had not come to explore—they had come to kill. They were no ordinary adventurers but assassins with professional expertise.

He surveyed his surroundings. Dark red fleshy walls, viscous fluids, and scattered remains of living creatures. Looking deeper, the space grew narrower and narrower, stretching all the way back—presumably its rectum.

To the east of the Dark Forest, another band of men was slowly making their way along the road. No trace of urgency could be seen on their faces; they seemed more like travelers out to enjoy the scenery. At the center of the army was a carriage drawn by four horses, and seated within it was a man of bewitching charm.

At the city gate, people came and went in a steady stream. Although it was only the fifth month, quite a few merchants had already arrived ahead of time, and Huanggang City had accordingly raised its entrance fee.

Li Tianqi sensed something amiss and lifted his head. He seemed to notice that the portly old man was sizing him up—but the very instant his eyes rose, the old man deliberately turned his head away.

Fei'er had been speaking with Mu Yanyuan for a while when the messenger returned, saying that the sect master had agreed to see them. Mu Yanyuan then followed the reporting disciple up Wuwang Peak.

Li Tianqi could not help growing a little anxious now. He wanted to ask Mother Thunderflame Toad: since Dream Manor was a place for praying over dream ripples, how could it be a place where people came and went as they pleased? Or was it truly as Mother Thunderflame Toad had said—that without valuables, no one would take any notice of you at all?

Cao Liangse instructed Qi Luo to go and keep watch by Ye Luhuan's side, and on no account to do anything improper. Qi Luo accepted the order and left. Only then did Cao Liangse turn back to attend to Cao Liangjin.