Chapter 131: Jiang Yuan's Shyness

"Gladly, gladly. Once I finish this busy period, I will definitely come by to visit," Jiang Butong said with a smile. Luo Haibo knew that Jiang Butong was currently in a busy phase, but the busier Jiang was, the better his business must be, meaning he could expect a bigger year-end bonus.

The two of them descended into the basement. Despite the sweltering summer heat, the basement felt cool. Jiang Butong glanced around and noticed something about the space...

Liang Shan appeared somewhat dazed. Facing Ci San, he admitted to himself that his feelings toward Liu Qiaoer had been more teasing than affectionate. Bringing her home now was a necessity dictated by their wager. Yet, at this moment, Liang Shan felt a twinge of emotion.

Tilting his head, Liang Shan studied the scene intently for a while. Time seemed to blur. The mist atop the mountain was swept away by the wind, flowing down into Four Seasons Valley, then a dazzling, colorful gale seemed to arise. Liang Shan’s heart suddenly jolted—God, it was a butterfly!

Yi Province was known for its rugged mountains and rivers. The terrain formed a vast basin, naturally fortified by the Qinling Mountains and the great river. Cao Cao had managed Yi Province for years and would never surrender it lightly.

A crisp sound of bone breaking echoed alongside the mournful shrieks of the poisonous beast. In an instant, the creature’s right wing fell limp, pressed against its side, unable to lift again.

Those low-tier weapons and equipment crafted by NPCs, once identified for their attributes by him each day, would be snapped up the moment the doors opened. This revealed to Li Xu the immense business potential hidden in this chaotic era.

After Chu Meng spoke, Lin Feng no longer hesitated and put away the card and phone. Some people valued certain things too highly because they undervalued emotions. For Lin Feng, since his senior sister wished him to keep them, he would.

“I wonder who left this Water Moon Treasure Vase. Could it have been left by a powerful being from beyond the Star Martial World?” Dan Chen was deeply moved.

Over in Hedong, they received a response and quickly mobilized the army. Zhang Xiu led the vanguard to clear the way, Yang Feng and Dong Cheng escorted the emperor and officials in the central army, while Duan Wei commanded the rear guard. The several armies formed a tight protective formation around the emperor and his retinue, with banners blotting out the sky, the drums booming, and horns sounding as they marched northward.

Even the second- or third-generation elites of wealthy families actively participated in various discussions and gatherings.

Chen Feng found himself at a loss for words. If the truth were revealed, he wasn’t sure if Ouyang Fu would be able to bear the blow.

Seimei Yasuko’s eyes widened as she watched three guardian apostles split into two halves in the blink of an eye, unable to suppress a gasp.

No need to rush on quests, riding a black eagle and enjoying the scenery—this kind of treatment was simply blissful.

Huang Tianhu’s eyes flashed coldly as he saw Tong Yan finally make a move. With a whip covered in sharp spikes, he swung directly at Tong Yan’s face. Even if it didn’t kill, it would surely leave him disfigured.

Yet Tong Yan could analyze using the simplest comparisons—one word, one sentence. Trusting the character for “heaven” etched on the stone tablet and the same character he had memorized before, he believed new discoveries awaited.

“Blood clans, wolf clans, sorcerers, and the ‘Hand of God’—Europe is truly a lively place nowadays.” After hearing the description, Lin Nan’s eyes gleamed with sharp light.

The white-haired elder had reached the late Nascent Soul stage, accompanied by six other cultivators of the same level.

“County Magistrate Huang, by the way, how many days has this palace been under construction?” Zhao Yang asked casually.

It was during this family banquet that Sui Sui learned from Aunt Sasha’s casual chatter that Wang Beizhan had done some business in the region after the Soviet Union’s collapse.

Geralt’s words echoed in his ears, and Iophis suddenly recalled Viktor’s earlier warning: a person determined to kill the king, willing to risk everything, could never be trusted too much.