Volume 1, Chapter 28: Knowing a Person's Face Does Not Mean Knowing Their Heart

"Here, uncle, have a cigarette!"

A-Long, who excelled at striking up conversations to gather information, immediately began questioning the man to learn more about A-Qing.

The truth left both A-Long and me absolutely stunned, as it differed greatly from what A-Qing had told me previously. She hadn't come to northern Myanmar because an "uncle" saw she was pitiful and invited her to work; rather, over a month ago, she had been homeless on the streets. The man had seen her plight, asked her a question, and upon realizing from her accent that they were fellow countrymen, took her in to provide her with food and shelter.

The man added that while A-Qing might seem innocent, she was actually quite cunning and had sticky fingers. He recalled one day when he had placed five hundred yuan in his drawer, only to find it missing the next day.

Because...

Lin Xu stood behind, sneering and threatening Chen Dongqing. It didn't scare Chen Dongqing, but it frightened his parents out of their wits.

As the Third Elder spoke, Sun Zhedai finally reacted and indicated he understood, though as he left, he glanced at Sun Wen once more.

The man in the Taoist robe, who had finally caught his breath after gasping heavily, was stunned by the scene before him. His eyes widened as he watched the bat demons being struck down one by one, falling like dumplings into a pot.

Chen Dongqing beckoned the workers and Blackie’s group, telling them to temporarily stop their work, and then called Xu Guangliang over to sit down with them.

Hearing this, Chen Dongqing calmed down slightly; he had been overly excited by a sudden business opportunity.

Although Baili Minghui’s goal was to be a carefree prince, he realized that when he couldn't control his own circumstances, he could still strive to be a virtuous one. In fact, Baili Minghui understood clearly that these people were, regardless of everything, the subjects of his Great Jin, so he would help as much as he could.

***

After giving it some thought, he realized that worrying here was useless; he had better find a way, so he had to ask Ding Renli if Qian Dafeng had any enemies.

Was Lin Fusheng truly someone worth calling others to look after? As it stood, apart from a little dirt on his face and body, Lin Fusheng hadn't lost a bit of weight, nor did he have a single scratch on him.

"A martial artist? A martial artist capable of wiping out thousands of top-tier masters from the Shaolin Temple single-handedly?" Tang Jie’s heart surged with violent waves. When he had previously heard Du Jue and Tang Tianhao mention this, he had vaguely guessed that perhaps an immortal cultivator had destroyed Shaolin.

This guy’s cultivation level wasn't particularly high; Long Batian realized he must be concealing his true strength. Overall, he appeared relatively weak, but in reality, his true combat power might exceed that of Tong Hu and Tong Ling.

But when he approached and looked over the low partition, he saw Xue Tingfang lying on her desk, her face buried in her arms, revealing no expression or movement.

"By imperial decree? Hahaha, does everyone know to whom Xuan Province belongs?" Long Xuankong spoke again.

Xiao Yue made a gesture for silence and stopped asking questions. After finishing the beef, he took his spoils from his spatial ring and examined them one by one, feeling immensely happy; now he could finally pay off the debt he owed Yan Bing.

The two combatants were both extremely solemn. After Long Shang used the forbidden mystic technique of "Berserk," he unleashed the divine ability "Heavenly Wind." It was a self-destructive practice, and the combat power he erupted with was absolutely comparable to a true high-level Martial Mystic.

With another push... before long, a flush appeared on his face, whether from shame or overexertion, one could not tell.

"Billy, stop cleaning for a moment. Clear a clean, large table for me and bring up the best food and wine!" Xiao Yue shouted.

It reached the point where even Xiao Ke was somewhat shocked; one could imagine how valuable the items hidden beneath were if someone was willing to go to such lengths to conceal them.

Meanwhile, Lan Xuewei, seeing his lingering, reluctant gaze fixed on Chen Jinghao’s retreating back, felt a touch of disappointment in her heart.

A staff as bright and white as jade and an exceptionally exquisite necklace suddenly appeared in the air. The seven-colored light they emitted even outshone the magic lamps, capturing everyone's attention. In particular, the large black crystal embedded in the head of the staff felt as mysterious and deep as the night sky.

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At the same time, in the forest north of the Underworld, a black-haired youth slowly extracted a divine spark from the body of a member of the Underworld race. On the ground around him lay seven cyan-colored corpses, all of them from the Underworld.

If they were drinking Moutai or Wuliangye, people wouldn't think much of it, but drinking Peach Blossom Brew was a bit extravagant.

Qin Lang’s resonant words caused Ouyang Chunhua’s delicate body to tremble, and a mist of tears welled up in her eyes.

On careful reflection, Li Dabiao’s skills were not those of an ordinary person; his methods were enough to label him a legendary martial arts master.

The international student from the "Stick" country had been so suppressed by Professor Wei’s powerful aura that he hadn't dared to breathe a word; the situation remained the same, and no one dared to speak.

Below the waist, he stood perfectly still like a flower branch, while his upper body continuously sprouted new afterimages of arms, as if flowers were blooming endlessly.

"Then thank you, President Zhang. We will definitely be at the company early the day after tomorrow to await your arrival," Shi Quancheng said happily, even though he had no idea how he would discuss this with his partners when he returned.

Lin Wanfeng took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, took a deep breath, and then slowly began a narrative that would shatter the worldview of Long Ye and the others.

"Can you not make it sound so awkward?" Ji Xueyan glanced at her and sighed softly.

As a century-old prestigious school, the County No. 1 High School was the leader of education in the county; it was even the best among the surrounding counties. Every year, students were admitted to top-tier universities like Huaqing University, Yanjing University, and Yanhai University. The students here were divided into two types: hardworking children from impoverished families, and noble children with power and money.