50. Good Riddance
Jiang Ruo said, “Thank you, Little Peach, you’re really capable.” Then she saw the little girl’s shy smile.
Having just gotten up, Jiang Ruo didn’t feel very hungry and only ate a little out of courtesy. The wild vegetable pancakes were bitter and astringent—she simply couldn’t get used to them. Even her former self had never eaten such food.
She split the pancake in her hand in two and gave pieces to the two children. “Is it not to your taste?”
Her eyes showed a hint of puzzlement as she stared at the neat, upright characters on the paper. She read them several times, leaned on a slight intoxication to believe the letter’s contents, tucked it into her bosom, told Ye Xiaoying to take good care of her, and then immediately set off.
Upon hearing this, the centurion hurriedly called back about a dozen soldiers and swiftly returned to the mountain’s interior, leaving only the skinny demon and the bearded demon behind, who leisurely turned to prepare for their return side by side.
“Liu Jiannan, I curse you to have no descendants!” a new recruit shouted before collapsing unconscious.
The Chinese team’s goals, however, showed no sign of stopping. Not long after, Chen Haonan unleashed a 30-meter shot from outside the penalty area, once again breaking through Ireland’s defense. This marked Chen Haonan’s first goal of this World Cup.
Ye Xiaoying did not appear all morning. Rumors said that the place around Ji Minzhi was lively, and eventually, someone was posted at the entrance to guard it. Even the food was managed by a dedicated person.
“I understand!” Su Ziyi raised a faint smile, a ripple stirring within her heart. She had had a boyfriend before, but it ended quietly before she could tell her parents.
Mu Jiu didn’t glance at Mu Jiang again, seeming to harbor no feelings for him—not even a trace of resentment.
Lin Miaoxiang smiled politely, exchanged a few courteous words with Ye Mingzhen, then shoved the large suitcase into the carriage and stepped inside, holding the door.
Jokic was more versatile than his predecessor, not because of superior talent, but because the progress of the era demanded mastery of these skills. In truth, he began his career standing on the shoulders of those who came before him.
Seeing this, Lin Xiao retreated hastily. At the same time, spiritual energy surged within him; a vivid green palm imprint struck out once more. The void buzzed ominously as the Earth-Shaking Seal descended.
My godfather, Tang Shian, insisted that as his son, I couldn’t lose face outside, so he forcefully handed me a stack of bank cards—various banks, all colorful. When I told him my birthday was August 16th, he changed all the card passwords to that date.
“Mom, haven’t you realized? This bronze tripod is clearly a treasure, valuable. I want to keep it and take it to the big city to sell—it would fetch a high price!” The lame boy’s eyes gleamed brightly.
Since the first step had already been taken, Li Gouwa no longer hesitated. His hands began to grope around, touching here and there. Gradually, his fingers moved forward until suddenly they encountered something soft and pliable. He reached out, pressed it down, and kneaded it.
The aura of the nascent infant realm instantly enveloped the entire scene. Under its terrifying pressure, some weaker cultivators turned pale, their bodies trembling slightly, casting wary looks at Lu Chengfeng. The fear in their eyes blossomed without restraint.
Since the plan had changed, the Wutong Sect needed to be informed promptly. Coincidentally, Kun Jian was just emerging from seclusion.
Mo Junling forcibly suppressed the emotions swelling within him and coldly watched Mo Ao struggle beside him. His impatience grew, and he felt a faint sense of regret—why had Mo Ao woken up just now? If he had remained asleep, many things would have been easier.
Everyone looked at Lin Xiao with disdain, muttering curses in low voices. None of them felt sympathy for the man who had created such a terrifying atmosphere; moments ago, he had nearly scared their souls away.