Chapter 139: Wang Yun's Little Moods

Zhang Yong hurriedly waved his hands. "Boss Jiang, there’s no need. What I mean is, you don’t need to give me that rebate anymore."

Jiang Butong looked surprised. "What’s the matter, Manager Zhang?"

Zhang Yong explained with a guilty conscience, "You brothers have it tough enough as it is. You already gave me ten thousand yuan before, and I’m very satisfied with that. As for the rest of the rebate, just consider it..."

Before they were even married, the fool tried to embrace her, and she slapped him so hard across the face that a whole row of his teeth was knocked crooked.

"Baron Daze, spiritual herbs grow by absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, possessing incredible properties. They can help warriors break through bottlenecks, grant ordinary people the talent of a wizard, and even extend one’s lifespan. Since you helped us repel the beast tide, Baron Ram is willing to compete fairly with you for the herbs," the messenger pleaded desperately.

Even though the rearguard unit was not at full strength, they were the "Tiger Warriors" of Shangqiu, and the vanguard commander Dai Ju had set up a formidable defense. As for Zi Tuofei, he led the main force in a withdrawal that was entirely effortless and without a single moment of delay.

On normal days, apart from ritual greetings, Emperor Li Er rarely paid them any mind, let alone his half-siblings like Li Chengqian.

"Come now, let me see your growth over the hundreds of millions of years," Zhao Yichun said, looking at the mayfly with a wicked, enchanting smile.

After the recent comparison, Lin Chun had sensed that the Grand Wizard Master Ni was more than a notch inferior to the Beast King.

"Brother Gu, once we drive back the undead army, we will come to find you again." Having said this, Yang Chao left in a hurry, following Chen Ge.

"Brother Xia Qing, what are you doing? Why did you stop?" Seeing Xia Qing standing still and staring blankly at his phone, Xia Xiaodie asked, blinking her eyes in confusion.

The two walked side by side toward the solar greenhouse park, and people couldn't help but stare, dumbfounded by the sight of such a graceful pair.

Lin Qingmiao vaguely felt that it might be related to the previous psychological analysis class where no homework was assigned, but she couldn't recall the specific details.

Seeing Yang Yan rambling, Puyu Zi knew that the gossip of the crowd must have blown the matter out of proportion, adding fuel to the fire.

Li Tian opened his lips, which were already parched and bloodless, his gaze appearing ethereal, as if he were about to ascend to heaven.

I turned back toward the landlord grandmother's house. Why wasn't she home today? Worried, I called her, only to learn that an elderly neighbor from the next village who often visited her had passed away, and she had gone to pay her respects.

Having endured so many hardships along the way, how could I give up at the final moment? If I did, what would be the point of these people, these warriors roaring as they fought the enemy, and all the sacrifices they had made?

He searched every corner of the hospital and asked the doctors and nurses on duty, but no one had seen the child leave! He even searched the area around the hospital several times, but the child was nowhere to be found.

Taking one last look at the spaceship, the scenery he knew so well, and the elves he was so familiar with, he wanted to cry, yet he forced a smile. "I'm leaving, everyone. I wrote you a letter and left it on the table in my room. Take care, goodbye!" With that, he stepped into the teleportation chamber.

It was less of a village and more of a dilapidated slum. There were only four or five cooking pots to be found, and had it not been for the large piles of firewood, we would have assumed no elves lived here at all.

As for the third son of the Xia family, Xia Jinquan, he had always been away doing business. As soon as he heard the news, he fled, taking a significant portion of the Xia family’s assets with him.

Upon entering the canyon, it split into countless forks. The wolf beast took the lead, navigating as if it knew the way by heart. Even with the wolf beast scouting ahead, she still felt an inexplicable sense of gloom.

However, although Duan Zhong’s martial arts were sufficient to scale the high wall, he had always been a man who loved to shirk effort. Thus, he would always save his energy whenever possible—especially since he was injured, and any large movement would be agonizingly painful.