Volume 1, Chapter 52: He is merely a humble carpenter

After receiving this WeChat message, Lin Mo felt that all his eager motivation to get off work and go home had vanished. Yet, at this very moment, someone actually went out of their way to deliver themselves to his doorstep.

Though the wind blade was small, it advanced with the force of a broken bamboo, completely shattering the rubble. It then grazed past the man's cheek, leaving behind a trace of blood.

At that moment, he panicked completely, assuming that Li Huan was flying into a rage and about to attack him, filling his heart with terror.

"Old Shan, lend me your crystal ball for a moment. Mine seems to be broken," the old man sighed, then turned his head to look at the yellow-robed old man in the middle.

A purple-hearted blood ganoderma usually cost three to four million on the market, but Wang Tianling was not short of gold coins now, so he directly offered a high price of ten million. However, Qi Xingxin came from a tier-one ordinary village; when had she ever seen so many gold coins? She was stunned and unable to recover her senses for a long time.

By saying you have matters to deal with, you probably mean you are going offline, right? When you log back on, we will all be gone, and you won't be able to find us.

"Alright, the meeting is concluded. Everyone, do not linger here; go on and do whatever you need to do." Zhao Xianzhi's words prompted many of the people staying behind to disperse and leave.

The gray-robed and yellow-robed elders were greatly alarmed. Before the blazing lion could arrive, they hurriedly took their younger generation and fled in the opposite direction.

Hank turned his head in surprise, just in time to see the elevator door closing behind Zhang Bufan. Zhang had just stepped out of the elevator, carrying a plastic bag in his hand that held a few boxes.

Yao Ling had no time to think further. She felt the pressure around her neck suddenly tighten, making breathing somewhat difficult. Had he lost all ability to distinguish right from wrong?

Pan Qin patted her chest in agitation and said, "I was the first one promised in marriage to him." What did she do wrong? Originally, she was the rightful one. If not for the great calamity that befell the Feng family, she would already be Madam Feng, and the one calling the shots in the Feng residence should be her.

She had seen all kinds of street performers and acrobatics—swallowing swords, smashing stones, and playing with monkeys—glancing at them briefly before moving on. The goods were dazzling, but they were mostly just rouge and powder used by young women, no different from an ordinary market. It was just that there were more people browsing than at a regular market, making it crowded.

The next morning, while Park Soo-young was driving her to the set, Im Yoon-ah brought this matter up.

The people in the court assembly hall had momentarily lost their ability to dig deeper into strategies because they were suddenly plunged into a glimmer of hope amidst a dark, oppressive weight where nothing could be seen. Li Si, however, demonstrated the composure of one indifferent to honor or disgrace, reacting at the very first instance.

Qi Zhen likewise pushed out with his palm, and Huo Kunrong's flying flesh and bones were instantly incinerated within the flames.

Previously, some of them had already died at the hands of Ning Wushuang. However, after Zou Shihai spoke up just now, Ning Wushuang no longer had any reason to make a move against them.

However, druids were not completely useless. In raids of ten, fifteen, or forty players, they could serve as off-healers or off-tanks, sometimes acting as a crucial link to prevent wipes. Much like warlocks, having too many was useless, but lacking even one felt like something was missing.

Just like a bright mirror covered in dust, once this demonic energy invaded Qian Zhixuan's heart, his heart-mirror lost its luster and turned pitch black. A wave of frenzied killing intent began to erupt in Qian Zhixuan's mind, giving rise to the thought of slaughtering every living creature in the world.

Seeming to have discovered something, its dreamy blue eyes rolled a few times, and after letting out a few consecutive calls, it flew straight out.

His tone was stern, and Lishu was frightened so pale that her face lost all color. Coupled with her tear-filled eyes, any beastman who saw her would surely feel pity in their heart.

Only then did they realize that just now, Nanyue hadn't displayed her true strength at all; she was merely toying with them.

With a sweet kiss, Gu Feng intertwined deeply with his beloved. The intense love intoxicated him, leaving him unable to extricate himself for a long time.

All things considered, his skills were not top-tier; among this group of arrivals, he was merely medium-low.

Fat Dog, following behind, was quite confused, unable to understand why a divine weapon that had just exuded a heaven-killing aura would suddenly become so obedient to Lin Xiaofeng's words.

Fan Jie suddenly understood that this Lin Xiaofeng, who harbored so much hatred toward him, had truly grown up.

Most of the fire-extinguishing squads under Zhang Han back then had already returned to their hometowns with the rewards and titles they earned from years of military service after all their crimes were pardoned. Aside from the Dongyue army and Peng Yue's subordinates, the Qin army currently attacking the Chu region mostly consisted of the veteran Qin forces armed to the teeth that Ziying had brought out from Nanyue.

Before the earth-armored ant even reached the corpse, Wu Yan received a warning signal from it. Upon receiving it, Wu Yan immediately retreated rapidly while closely staring at the deceased cultivator, his divine sense constantly scanning the surrounding situation.

"I'm not the roundworm in your stomach, how would I know what you're thinking?" Su Wan retorted unpleasantly.

Since the construction of the dock was still incomplete, it was quite difficult for the ships to dock. In the end, only the flagship managed to come ashore, while the other four ships had to grievance-fraughtly spend another night at sea.

He figured that once the Heshibi fell into a disadvantageous position later, Feng Qing and the others would definitely make a move, so he began to stay on guard at this moment.

"How dare you!" Ding Sanyang's aura was imposing. Would a Core Formation cultivator like him allow himself to be bullied by you?

"The new League of Anti-Wealth has been formed. Come on, we accept your challenge." Both sides were full of momentum. Speaking of which, Zhang Yao and Deng Zao seemed to be on the same team for the first time, and for that, they had Sun Yang to thank.

Furthermore, in order to break free, the Yin Ghost Emperor had also expended a great deal of energy, and would probably be unable to recover in the short term.

"The charge is first-degree murder. As for the rules here, it doesn't matter whether I understand them or not, because I don't plan to obey them anyway." Whether from watching movies or hearing about it inside, Zhang Yao's impression was that prison was the darkest place, and newcomers were bound to suffer bullying.