Volume One, Chapter 105: The Value of Exploitation

The next afternoon, Zhang Weidong drove the Santana, taking Fang Qin to the mining area.

“Can you handle this or not? Don’t drive the car into a ditch,” Fang Qin said nervously, sitting in the passenger seat and watching the rugged mountain road ahead.

When they arrived at the Chen family’s doorstep, the door was slightly ajar. She instructed someone to go forward and knock. After a long while, someone finally responded from inside.

Alekto held Dylan’s cane, which was usually just for show. Upon hearing the words, he swiftly struck Chris on the back. The contorted expression on Chris’s face twisted further into a grimace.

After hearing Zhuge Wushuang’s voice, Dugu Yue suddenly recalled where she had heard it before. Unsurprisingly, she remembered long ago at the White Horse Temple’s dining hall, she had seen a master and servant pair—one named Jing Cheng and the other Lan’er.

Just then, Xiangcao suddenly burst out, knocking the bowl from He’s hand. The large white porcelain bowl fell to the ground with a sharp crash, shattering into pieces. The remaining soup splashed onto He’s shoes, soaking the only pair she owned.

Li Fusheng looked toward Shen Huan. He wasn’t very knowledgeable about houses but knew Shen Huan had experience.

“What’s going on?” The Third Prince Sima Zhi, sitting opposite Dugu Yue, also heard the commotion and asked, puzzled.

Mi Jie had thought she was about to be molested this time, but unexpectedly, Yan Xiangdong rushed in and saved her.

From then on, Yang Dingyuan’s days became miserable. Every day was a new uproar; in short, no good days were left for him.

However, the two hadn’t discussed the matter of the Sheng Hall. After some small talk, Xia Zhongchun excused himself, saying he needed to offer incense to his father and left.

The reason it was called formal was that the Haoran Sect had a unique Haoshi style. This was a new method of cooperation between the Prince’s family and Zhou Tian’s group.

Yang Moxuan’s courses were few: Secret Realm Studies, Secret Realm Linguistics, and Elf Energy Science.

What was truly unbearable was Fan Shishi. Her younger brother acted as if she didn’t exist and refused the matchmaking. In the end, he was more eager than anyone else.

Wang Tie was naturally heavier than average due to his robust build. Fortunately, Lei Yu often exercised; otherwise, carrying a 100-pound strongman would have exhausted an ordinary person long ago.

Lu Hou opened her blue eyes weakly and looked at Mo Qinglan, her gaze filled with deep pleading—a strong desire to have a child.

The moment Dong Chi’s original sin body emerged, he laughed wildly. In the end, he had won; he was the last one standing. What did luck matter now?

“I need a live snake. This is the only price I can offer.” The man pulled five copper coins from his pouch and placed them in Mo Qinglan’s hand.

“Wait for me to finish work at six.” Leaning against another chair in the office, Yang Bin said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Mo Chen hurried inward, stumbling along the way, knocking over countless things on the floor. Yet, without looking aside, he followed the sound straight to the innermost part.

He leapt, escaping from here temporarily, jumping into the army of demon beasts. Using the red ant’s body as a fulcrum, he instantly reached a large tree in the forest—not far away. Here, he could continue protecting the two of them, waiting for Chaoxi Xi’s energy to dissipate before returning.

Others felt the same. This strawberry was infused with the essence of peach, incredibly delicious, leaving them wanting more after just one bite.

His attire was very ordinary, resembling that of a rural elder from the 1990s. Yet his clothes were impeccably neat, without a single crease.