Volume 1, Chapter 63: Shang Linyuan Refuses to Drive Chu Yan Home

Downstairs, the mahogany floor was polished by the servants to a brilliant sheen, reflecting the shattered light of the crystal chandelier onto everyone's faces and revealing expressions of every kind.

Fan Tuan alone was more than enough to handle the house-building task; Yao Beibei and Yu Miyin merely lent a hand on occasion. By the late afternoon, Lan Lianhu also arrived with several bulging storage pouches to deliver various items to Yu Miyin.

Liuli, a man whose words belied his true thoughts, couldn't help rolling his eyes at him, yet the corners of his mouth had already involuntarily curved upward.

After a massive feast, all the swimming fish had sunk to the bottom, seemingly on the verge of drowning, while a few others had floated to the surface, feebly quivering the red flesh along their gills, clearly past saving.

Heaven knows, if she were to plant all these in her own spatial dimension, she would have ready-made supplies whenever she needed any herbs in the future.

Knocking on Du Mingshang's door, Du Meishan asked softly, "Brother, may I come in?" It was simply wonderful that Du Mingshang had also returned to stay the night.

Seeing so many people holding out banknotes waiting to purchase items, the Second Brother realized he had little hope of enjoying today's delicacy. Instantly shifting his attention, his eyes glowing with greed, he rushed straight toward that neatly stacked row of banknotes.

Yao Beibei's Deity Transformation stage cultivation could instantly annihilate Niu Batian, who was at the exact same cultivation level. How could that not be terrifying?

Having worked busily all morning, though initially feeling apprehensive and terrified that Liu Wanyun might suddenly push the door open and continue her unreasonable behavior from last night in her office.

"Not going back. What is there to go back for? To listen to them bicker? Let's go, let's head out to the estate." Liang Yuanke's willingness to listen to her opinion made Zhang Lan very happy.

"I feel much better." Jin Yunmo spoke against his true feelings, swallowing the bitterness into his stomach to keep him from knowing. When he suffered, her heart was also faintly pricked with pain; this battle was one she could not afford to lose.

"Your Majesty, Empress, the hour is late. Please retire early." Jiu'er pretended not to see the meaningful glint deep in Lan Rongyue's eyes.

Although she was a maid, she had been married before. Today was Lan Rongyue's grand wedding, and she did not wish to cross Lan Rongyue or bring bad luck, hoping instead to humbly invite some auspicious fortune.

Dennis did not choose to give up resistance; instead, he constantly searched for an opportunity to counterattack. The rest of us did not dare to look away from Dennis's body even for a second. Despite this fellow looking like he was built entirely out of fat, judging by the move he just used to trap the Seven Kills, his speed was by no means inferior to our Almighty Ouyang.

The twin-headed giant eagle shrieked and spiraled in the air, beating its massive wings repeatedly before finally stabilizing its body. Its sharp eyes gazed down at Di Chaochao on the ground with shock and suspicion. Clearly only at the Spirit Deity realm, how could he possess divine light that transcended limits and rivaled the Saint Deity realm?! And what was the deal with those colorful tattoos on his body? Could it be that he also harbored a divine soul similar to Fu Ruhai's?

However, the words of the creator of this martial art were not false: there is no such thing as unearned power. If one wishes to gain power, one must pay a certain price. This much he understood.

Looking at Lan Rongyue's completely unconscious expression, how could he let his wife use something made by the hands of another man? Yan Canglan decided to quietly throw it away later; it was an eyesore to look at.

Both sides were blasted apart, but after the Scyther landed by executing a backflip to harness the momentum, it once again transformed into a streak of white light and sent the Shiny Charizard flying with a crash.

The entire settlement was not brightly lit like it used to be before the apocalypse. It seemed that electricity was not something everyone could afford to use in this end-of-the-world era. The streetlights along the road cast a yellowish glow, bringing an inexplicable warmth to people's hearts.