Volume 1, Chapter 50: It's Certainly Good to Have Money in Hand!

Shen Yuan spoke concisely: "Property deeds in one hand, silver notes in the other."

Third-uncle Li rolled his eyes, then clapped his hands and said, "Deal! It's a deal!"

Of all things in the world, money matters most!

Realizing that the general trend was against her, Hu Yunhua endured the excruciating pain and formed a hand seal. The puppet immediately stopped its attack, retreated abruptly to Hu Yunhua's side, and stood motionless like a statue.

"Is your foot injured?" He asked, only to realize it was unnecessary, as he hadn't smelled any blood. Was this just a natural bodily reflex?

"What is this?" Anelot asked with some guarded vigilance, having already sensed the smell of danger from the obscure magical fluctuations of the spell scroll.

"Stop, stop, stop. Are you ever going to finish? Aren't you afraid I'll turn you into an idiot right now?" the old monster interrupted Li Hai helplessly, his tone instantly shifting into a threat.

"Very good!" Regnar nodded with a smile, but even such a slight movement brought about a severe headache, causing him to frown slightly.

There were no fewer than twenty people present, yet every single one of them held their breath, staring intently at the cloth bundle in Xiong Ti's hand, unwilling to even blink their eyes slightly as they awaited the appearance of this crucial piece of evidence.

Leaving the inn, Fire Phoenix did not linger. After identifying the direction, she hurried in a rush toward the "Swaying" tailoring shop that she and Li Hai had visited together in the afternoon.

After shouting, Ren Jian took out his mobile phone with a sinister expression, intending to threaten him and summon the school security guards.

Another clatter of chains sounded, an outer door opened, and a Miao ethnic youth with an arrogant gaze swept his eyes around the room before slowly pacing inside.

"No matter how many fans there are, it has nothing to do with me. I don't like them." Because of them, wherever he and Ling Li went, they were watched and followed, leaving them with not a shred of freedom.

"Mommy, you're biased!" Seeing Gesang Gu about to let go, the ghost child panicked and hurriedly hugged him tight. Realizing he had been teased, he said with a hint of annoyance.

Apart from this explanation, they truly could not fathom why Su Feng, mere Meridian Condensation realm cultivator, would dare to attempt to block a shapeshifted supreme beast.

The two of them went together to Qin Su's accounting firm. Because it was too late, the firm's employees had already gone off duty, and they were received by Yang Huan, who lived at the firm.

It was on that very night, with the appearance of a prominent figure in his dream, that he found the courage to make his decision.

Liu Yang opened his mouth, but ultimately did not speak. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but rather that he truly didn't know how to phrase it.

Jiuge half-closed his eyes. Long Yi had been created by him using bloodline power. Although an ordinary dragon, his potential was infinite, and his strength rivaled that of the Lords of Desolate Beasts.

In truth, the concept of fate is truly wondrous. The two of them originally had no intersecting paths whatsoever, but now, because of a song, not only had they met, but they had also become very, very good friends.

Chen Xiao had not stepped outside for days. Therefore, by the time Xiao Lang heard the rumor that "Rong Xuan brings misfortune to his wives," it had already been several days since Mingyi's visit. By then, Rong Xuan had already tracked down the source of the rumors, so before Xiao Lang could say anything, he offered an explanation first.

Liu Yang and An Xia stepped forward, and the space before their eyes opened up their horizons once again. Beneath his feet, a gentle slope gradually extended into the distance.

This man possessed mediocre martial arts and a sword technique without any fancy tricks, yet he was blessed with tremendous physical strength. With a single strike, his sword made half of Rong Xuan's body go numb, his chest felt as if it had been struck by a hammer, and blood surged instantly into his throat.

Sensing the sweetness in his mouth, Lin Jingyi's inner fire ignited once more; tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

Therefore, when Yue Chen produced the seventh-tier Daoist magic practiced by his grandmaster, he had long since abandoned any thoughts of practicing it himself.