Volume One, Chapter 89: Role Reversal

“Heh, no problem, it’s just a cup of wine. I'll drink it,” Chu Ming replied with a careless smile. Then, under the beautiful woman's gaze, Chu Ming raised his glass and downed the clear liquor in one gulp.

Having ordered the hyenas bearing the prisoners to be brought forward, Zhou Jiping led his team toward the valley, where over two thousand people captured from various tribes were waiting. They were about to experience an extraordinary day.

“Your advertisement said the base salary is four thousand! Is it really four thousand every week?” The middle-aged worker, with his honest appearance, asked again.

Ning Xi looked ahead, and immediately, a graceful figure appeared in the depths of her sparkling eyes—it was Su Qingmeng.

Upon reaching the border region, Lear ordered his armed merchant vessels to continue clearing the battlefield, then joined forces with the Kramarans to begin their assault on the Mist Cloud Star Cluster.

However, the eccentric Yi Tian responded to questioning in a manner completely unlike Bu Se. He merely repeated what he had said at Xiao Keke's house, and then fell silent; whether Liu Minghua threatened or tried to persuade him, Yi Tian steadfastly refused to answer.

A supreme Buddhist artifact was destroyed, making the Great Buddha's eyelid twitch, but he quickly regained his composure, hurriedly raising his finger and pointing at the massive “swastika” seal.

The five blue beams of light simply remained fixed on the front armor of the Bunido, unmoving.

These Realm Guardians were only carrying out their duties as required; they hadn’t detected anything amiss. During identity verification, except for the heavily guarded checkpoints at the altar boundary—which made exposure more likely—these scattered checks were less risky. With his Eight or Nine Mystical Arts, Qi Yun was confident he had at least a seventy percent chance of passing.

“What’s going on?” Zhang Gang couldn't help but ask. If something was happening with Cheng Li, surely he understood it better than Chen Jun.

While the service industry flourished on Orange Star, the military prisons of the Gendarme Corps were stuffed with soldiers from every star cluster.

Her voice echoed in my ear. Even though her Mandarin had shed all traces of the ocean's flavor from Zhanjiang, I recognized it instantly.

Ji Ruoli reached out and grabbed Tang Miao’s hand—hidden within her wide sleeve, it trembled slightly. He understood her meaning; she would not see the Empress of Chen, she was afraid to see her. If the guess proved true, how could she face everything she cherished? How could she face her Tang Family Army?

She glanced at Ji Ruoli and smiled at him, thinking to herself how handsome Ah Li was, especially dressed so neatly today—he looked striking, no matter how she looked at him.

With a sweep of his long arm, Jiu Yu Bai drew Leng Ran into his embrace. His cool breath carried a hint of mint, washing over Leng Ran’s face and making her whole body tense involuntarily.

“In fact, what I want to talk about does concern you. You shut your mother out; she’ll definitely be angry. Is it worth it for your relationship with her to suffer because of me?” Yu Chuchu asked, puzzled.

Watching her father carry the burden of supporting their family, going to the flour mill with a sack on his back, a hundred pounds weighing his spine down but holding the family up—she hated it.

Qu Yiyi spoke as she covertly studied the expressions of everyone in the main hall.

Seeing Duli, Leng Ran was so happy she didn’t push him away. After drinking several mouthfuls, Duli finally released her, licking her neck where her wound had been—instantly, it vanished.

Everyone at the banquet marveled at the wondrous scene before them, rushing to collect paper cranes. Some picked them up from the floor, others reached up to catch them in midair.

“You’re still very weak. Hurry and drink this bowl of ginseng soup!” Liu Huaiyong said with concern, handing the soup to Mu Xue.