Chapter 63: The Wen Family's Trademark Protectiveness

Wen Miaohan had just cursed Cao Ye as a mad dog a couple of days ago, and now she was cursing Cao Hui as a mad dog, as if she was determined to pin the label of mad dogs on the entire Cao family.

"Wen Miaohan, what flows in a person's bones is what determines who they are. Look at you, you've barely left this circle for long before showing your true colors. Your impoverished posture is on full display, and not only do you lack even a shred of refinement, but even your cursing vocabulary has become so utterly vulgar. You people..."

Qian Ying showed no further signs of impatience, only mentioning that the wealth obtained from the Song Mansion was buried beneath the deity's seat in the Flower Goddess Temple. Upon learning that the stolen goods were close at hand, Steward Xu felt joy welling up in his heart, pondering whether to unearth and relocate them so as to report to the family head for a reward, or to misappropriate them secretly to pave the way for his own future.

In truth, Dugu Qiubai had always felt that manpower was insufficient, and as for some of the evil cultivators and great demons residing deep in the mountains, he had previously been powerless to exert his strength.

"Old Ghost Shangxuan!" At this moment, Bai Xuan wished he could slap the fellow to death on the spot. However, the other party was a grandmaster of artifact forging from the Shangxuan Sect, whose status and position were by no means inferior to his own, and whose cultivation was likewise not lower than his. Thus, wanting to slap him to death was merely something he could imagine in his mind.

Yet I am unwilling to resign myself to this. I have never stolen anything; am I simply to be wronged inexplicably and die in this place?

"I do not know you." Luo Lingjun looked the person over carefully, realizing they were strangers to each other.

Mo Linyuan was going away on a three-day business trip, and Song Nanxi had already mentally prepared herself that he wouldn't reply. Yet who would have thought that the moment she put down her phone, it would ring.

Clearly, it was the first time the parents from both sides were meeting, but somehow, they began chatting back and forth, becoming quite familiar with one another in no time.

Shen Qing's face turned flushed with anger, glaring fiercely at Chu Ning, but in the end, she had no other recourse and had to leave in sullen frustration.

Judging from the actions of many individuals, however, it probably wouldn't be long before casualties occurred among them.

"Yes, yes, yes. Now that the overall situation is settled, we originally came just to see if Lord Lingguang was returning. Having seen it now, our wish has been fulfilled," a cultivator chimed in, nodding in agreement.

At this moment, some of the obsessions in his heart were completely put to rest. Fang Le used facts to show him what kind of approach was more suitable.

"The two of us are merely cooperating; during this time, let's not ask questions unrelated to this evil spirit, shall we?" Qin Jiao suggested.

With the preliminary talent auditions taking place today, Yu Yin was well aware of what Min Ye had gone off to do, so she wasn't in a hurry. She leisurely washed up, put on makeup, and headed to the Academy of Fine Arts to teach her classes.

Having been in a relationship for so long, the most he had ever done was hold Yu Wenwen's hand, while kisses and embraces completely eluded his grasp.

With the assistance of these two behemoths, as the saying goes, as long as they could catch up with the demon prince Erqi, the outcome was already sealed.

As his father, he was not only happy for him, but a trace of envy also arose in his heart.

Fu Yizhen shook his head to brush the distraction aside, shifting his attention away from the two of them as he pulled out his toys and placed them before the others.

A person lives but a single lifetime, just as plants go through an autumn; being able to leave something behind in this world could be said to be the pursuit of most people. Taking on someone like Fang Le as a disciple meant that at the very least, a century after one's death, whenever people mentioned Fang Le, they would mention him as well.

The Ji family members rose to bustle about in the middle of the night. Only those delivering tofu to the county town that day were allowed to sleep until the fifth watch. The soft tofu was handled by the brothers, the dried tofu was made by Ji Ruinian and his wife, and Ji Nuan was responsible for using space water to sprout the soybeans. Just as the sky outside was turning pale at dawn, Ji Lianhua came over to collect the dried tofu and bean sprouts.

The masked man in black moved silently like a mongoose to the outside of the window, cocking his ear to listen to the movements inside the room. His movements were highly professional, and his expression entirely calm.

"This place has changed!" Yan Wuhen looked at the scene before him in bewilderment. The stone forest was gone, and that Pig Immortal Cave had vanished as well.

He had not expected Jiang Xian's influence on Zhao Yi to run so deep. Though several veteran relatives of the imperial family had tried every argument, they could not persuade Zhao Yi; yet after spending less time than it took for two incense sticks to burn with Jiang Xian, Zhao Yi no longer brought up the matter of deposing the empress.