Chapter 95 The Second Branch Store

"Brother, are you joking?" Luo Haibo, an adult after all, couldn't tell whether Jiang Butong was serious or merely jesting.

"Brother Luo, I mean it," Jiang Butong replied. "You know I'm having some trouble with cash flow right now, and soon I'll have to put goods on the shelves, which will tie up even more capital."

In truth, Jiang Butong's intentions regarding Luo Haibo were...

"Ah! We left so abruptly back then, I wonder how the people in the village are doing now," Zhang's mother said, her mind turning to worry for those they left behind once everything else was settled.

As for the other nobles, their injuries were so severe that, even if they wished to act like Butler and his companions, their bodies would not allow it. The dual shock of Lin Yang's sword intent and Redwin's deathly aura had left them with deep psychological trauma, leaving those below the extraordinary realm utterly defenseless.

Before arriving, Luo Sha had briefed him about this place. Perhaps sensing the great danger here, Luo Sha had been uncharacteristically thorough in his description.

If the court were truly to approve private fundraising for military supplies, then Bai Niang was confident she could fulfill Cai Junmo's commission, even if it meant raising over a million strings of cash.

A legion of over thirty thousand men required an enormous amount of food for daily needs, so even the logistics division alone comprised three thousand people.

Evidently, the game space operated on a leveling system, yet his own cultivation had no bearing on his in-game level. He neither could nor needed to rely on his own training to advance; only by fighting monsters in the game could he gain experience and level up.

"Is something wrong?" Shen Haoxuan halted, looking quizzically at the elder.

This was the second time He Yu had seen a beastman from the serpent tribe. The sight of the snake tail made him deeply uncomfortable, recalling the previous assassination attempt by another of their kind.

Feng Shui curses could usually be resolved or harmonized through the right means, but the kind of evil energy left by the dead was not so easily dispelled.

Hearing this, Chen Tian's previously cheerful countenance turned cold in an instant. He knew exactly who had cursed him. Chen Tian had never been one for kindness, but for various reasons, he had already declared the matter settled. Yet here Lin Yi brought it up again, leaving Chen Tian to wonder at his intentions.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning split the night sky, followed by a thunderclap that exploded in their ears. Ni Sha paused for a moment; with the Demon Lord’s early emergence, omens from heaven were growing ever more frequent, even affecting the underworld.

I hurried after them. As we opened the door, Meng Changqing, standing behind us, let out a loud, anguished "I'm sorry" and then broke down in sobs like a child. The wailing was as sharp as a knife carving into our hearts, tearing at my elder sister's soul while making my own ache in sympathy.

Indeed, he spoke again, a trace of unhappiness glinting in his eyes, as if silently pleading: Please, don't let time slip away like this.

People are always like this—so self-assured, never having seen, never having imagined, that such a day could come and go, the world turning as it pleases.

The Empire had also agreed to Ghost Uncle's request: when this mission ended, they would leave him be and restore his freedom.

Compared to the chaos that Shen Gongbao might unleash, Qiu Ming believed that letting Wen Zhong suffer some losses in exchange for the king's death was worthwhile. He could always make it up to Wen Zhong with a treasure or some elixirs afterward.

For just now, Qiuli's words had not the slightest hint of pretense; she truly meant to gift the whole hotel to Tang Feng, without the faintest reluctance or deception.

Beneath her, the great crimson bird boasted plumage of unparalleled splendor. Each feather seemed to smolder with a brilliant scarlet flame; nine long, peacock-like tails swayed gently in the fire. Its talons gripped the searing blaze, a crimson mark glowed between its brows, and its eyes were long and upturned like a phoenix, radiating regal majesty and extraordinary elegance.