Chapter 137: Tian Meixue Recovers Her Memories of a Past Life

“Why should she take half just with two words? I don’t agree,” Chen’s mother stubbornly refused to consent.

“Fine, if you don’t agree, then we’ll settle this through the commune and see how much you actually get,” the party secretary retorted loudly. “I forgot to mention, Chen Yong has a son, so the house should be divided into three shares—yours, Chen Yi’s, and Tian Meixue’s. Tian Meixue is being fair by only asking for half; that’s already quite reasonable. If you take it to the commune, you might end up with even less.”

In rural areas, this was common.

Tanluo approached the ice coffin and examined it closely. Among the one hundred and eight coffins, all contained young, handsome men.

The strong man had reason to be proud. Since joining the Purgatory Dragon Ascension battles, he had fought in thirty-six battles. Through these deadly fights, he honed himself, broke through his cultivation limits, and earned the infamous title of the Broken Heart Blade.

On the rooftop during the noon break, three figures stood casually—Huo Yulong, Qing Fengling, and Ling Xiang. They seemed accustomed to gathering here to discuss matters.

“Huh? Brother Zhanhu’s playing more and more games,” Bahu forgot to call out, his expression tense and anxious.

“What are your intentions now? Still trying to drag me into this? I’m not afraid to retaliate. With the connections I’ve built over the years, I have plenty of people to deal with you! Don’t think you can get away with it and act recklessly!” Long Tian said angrily.

“Don’t worry, Master won’t punish you,” Yu Pianpian smiled. At times like this, it was better to change the topic to avoid awkwardness.

Moreover, the power dynamics in Gela Town were currently balanced. The Hunters, once lawless under Kuang Ba’s control, were now curbed, making the town relatively peaceful overall.

“Although Hongzhuang is seriously injured now, dealing with you is still quite easy. So it seems I don’t need to intervene in this battle after all. Honestly, this is a pretty good outcome. Don’t you agree?” Ji Chanjun said.

She entered the inner courtyard and saw everyone gathered there. Ji Hefeng stared solemnly in the direction Meiji had left.

Using this kind of herb, Yeyun barely managed to survive in the forest without becoming prey to fierce beasts.

“Go wait outside the woods first. We’ll be there soon!” Lu Qingyu stood there without turning around, giving Zhu Qingyi only a faint silhouette.

In the end, under my persistent insistence, he had no choice but to give in. This was the second time he had carried me on his back. Our clothes were soaked, sticking together and impossible to separate.

To Wang Xiaoling, a secret investigation was simply one without fanfare. All secret investigation techniques were fair game.

In summer, a greedy palm struck his head, and the elder visibly weakened at a remarkable speed.

“Miyan, do you have any immortal beans?” Sun Wukong asked anxiously. If Miyan didn’t, today would indeed be dangerous. At the same time, Wukong glanced at Krillin and the others, hoping they had some, but they all shook their heads.

Kuang Shijie hurriedly prepared medicine for Yue Longtian, who sat on the sofa, touching his chest with a strange feeling.

Mumu wanted to resist, but then he recalled a name—Yaxiao? That formidable Yaxiao, one of the legends of the Divine Academy.

The White Wolf pushed everyone’s burdens onto Mumu, forcing him to carry all sorts of weights. If Mumu couldn’t improve, he would regress; if he regressed too much, he would die at White Wolf’s hands. Thus, Mumu was the most eager to build connections during his studies. If he could, he would never offend anyone.

Sun Haijun was taken aback, puzzled by Qin Sheng’s words. What did he mean by “coming down to save face”?

Mumu’s heart completely froze again. It was so easy, so simple. No matter how much he pursued it, he could never climb out of the deepest despair. After all, no matter how hard he tried in this life, it was all a joke.