Volume One, Chapter 32: Borrowing Food Ration Coupons from the Ji Family with a Beauty Scheme

Xia Da Zhuang chimed in as well, “Your sister-in-law is about to give birth. If she’s starving and our family’s eldest grandson suffers because of it, can you bear that responsibility?”
The two of them were deliberately making a scene, thinking that if Xia Zhi Yuan didn’t hand over money and ration tickets, they’d simply refuse to leave.
Xia Zhi Yuan was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes. “Mom, big brother, please don’t disturb others. I’m not the only one living here. If you have something to say, let’s go back to the room and talk properly.”
Li Gui Hua, however, wouldn’t let it go. “No way. Hand over the money and ration tickets and we’ll leave immediately.”
“I broke my bone last month and couldn’t work. Besides, the team hasn’t issued ration tickets yet. I used to send all my ration tickets to you…”
What was even more astonishing was that the surrounding aura kept seeping into the Jade Fox’s body, and the Jade Fox seemed to thoroughly enjoy it.
I laughed, finally understanding—listeners are just listeners. You can even get the name wrong and still love spreading rumors. But people like that, I simply pay little mind. If I told him I was that Jin Dynasty he mentioned, he wouldn’t believe me anyway.
The staff around all smiled; encountering a boss like Ling Xiao was truly a blessing for anyone working here.
With this, Lan Xue felt much better. When she closed her eyes, the image of Leng Xin’s face unexpectedly appeared in her mind.
She opened her bleary eyes and looked up at the soft canopy overhead, her mind still fuzzy—where was this?
It seemed that this rotten meat was like vintage wine to those Blood Rain Silver Patterned Insects—the older the wine, the more tempting, but this meat was simply revolting.
The last time we met, he still had traces of childishness. But after several months of tasks and tempering, he’d clearly been through a lot. Both his aura and his demeanor had matured.
It made me feel terrible—so what if I hit Zhang Feng? He’s a person, not a god, but you all act as if he’s some divine being. Damn Zhang Feng.
Chen Haibo stubbed out his cigarette, tossed it aside, took out another, and lit it, smoking slowly.
Mo Nian thought, that’s true. The excuse she came up with in a moment of panic was hard to fool someone like Assistant Bai.
“If you don’t ask for help, it’ll be even harder for you.” Mo Nian was helpless, but still stopped herself from getting up.

Wu Xin took a deep breath, her tone rising unconsciously. As if she wasn’t just speaking to Zhou Hui, but also to Wang Qin’s body, and confirming their relationship to the whole world.
Thanks to Gong Ling Ye’s advance arrangements, the staff had already delivered kitchenware and spices.
She’d never been so infatuated with this feeling as now. His rugged face overlapped again and again in her mind, until it filled all her thoughts.
Yet she was accustomed to keeping things to herself and not saying much. Fortunately, she was clever, so the adults rarely had to worry about her. For years, things went smoothly without any major incidents.
“Alright.” Yang Xue Yue didn’t hesitate, slinging her backpack across her chest, holding a knife in one hand and a shopping bag in the other, and tiptoeing toward the instant noodle section.
Xi Yue glanced at them, perfectly aware of their thoughts, but simply laughed softly.
Jiang Tong was momentarily stunned—he’d never heard such a fierce statement, especially coming from his own senior brother.
Li Jing Sheng’s words surprised everyone except Ji Shi Yuan, who was somewhat prepared.
With that, Fei Zate led Kris and four bodyguards from Blackwater Company toward the people sent by Ning Group to receive them at the airport.
But this meant their tribe couldn’t be attacked—at least not until those magical artifacts were reclaimed by the immortals.
“In simple terms, you’ve trespassed into the territory of ‘The End of Reincarnation.’ If you go back now, humanity will face annihilation,” Dr. Qiyi explained.
“You said before that you have to cut off the head or blow it up to kill these monsters?” the mercenary captain pressed.
A man in silk robes, handsome and elegant, suddenly appeared before Bai Suzhen. His attractive features twisted with ferocity and murderous intent. In his hand, a sharp, cold broadsword swung viciously toward Bai Suzhen as his right arm moved.
Just as Wang Xin Shui was feeling pleased, Ning Feng’s phone rang again—it was, unsurprisingly, another call from Huang De Jiang.
“So what if you got treasures from the ruins? You’re merely at the peak of the Grand Ascension stage—how could you possibly compare to me?” Wu Bao Shan wielded his sword, charging forward. With a single strike, the blade’s light swept across the land, like a celestial being from beyond, shattering countless rays of brilliance.
“Is that for real?” Komiya Kotaro was shocked, unsure what was happening.

In the past few thousand years, it wasn’t unheard of for someone to possess more than two sacred-level manuals, but legendary martial myths were few and far between.
Li Bu Mian’s gaze flashed, channeling the killing intent he’d learned from Song Shi Yun. The overwhelming aura erupted, suffocating and killing ninth-tier flying beasts within the illusion. Their vivid golden-red feathers instantly lost color and, with a dull thud, fell lifelessly to the ground.
The Prince Ning’s health had improved greatly since last year, and for most of the past half-year, he had been stable, with no relapses even in this winter.
Unlike when she first arrived in the wizard world, full of vigilance, Sang Ruo no longer used her chip to disguise her blood; she let the wizard Lanstro take a vial without resistance.
Blowing along the long street, Xia Yi Qing in a white shirt and black trousers lowered his blade. Another blade hung at his waist, similar in style. The breeze stirred his shirt as he turned his face slightly, looking at the armed staff of the Commuter Bureau, his cold voice sounding.
Chu Feng immediately recalled that when he first entered the Taihang Realm, there had been investigations into ancient races.
Chen Yuan watched in horror—indeed, high-ranking monsters with Golden Core cultivation were terrifying. If he took such a blow head-on, his soul might be shattered.
In just the ten minutes he spent talking to Liu Quan Fu, he’d received several messages from his mother, urging him to come over.
He was in this state, so his opponent surely wasn’t faring well either! That Master Meng, wasn’t it because his internal energy was depleted and he suddenly collapsed? If he hadn’t caught that chance, he wouldn’t have escaped so easily.
Mo Li’s expression remained unchanged, but he was secretly displeased. With a flick of his sleeve, he strode directly toward the canyon entrance.
De Zi greeted the Taoist Hu at the temple, telling him he was leaving, but the latter was busy tinkering with firewood and didn’t even look up.
At this point, Xiao Jiang Yuan saw no need for deception, and Princess Taiping was naturally aware of this. She seemed unconcerned on the surface, yet upon hearing the explanation, her mood eased and she felt more at ease.
Though Du Zi Ping and his companions knew that the opportunity to cultivate in the blood pool was rare, they never imagined it would be so precious. Their hearts filled with excitement.