Chapter 148: Slaughtering the New Year Pig

Li Debao returned home, dragging his starving body to the door of Tian Xiaoli’s house. Hearing the laughter and holiday celebrations inside, he felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart. So, when Tian Xiaoli came out to dispose of some dirty water, he pulled her aside.

Tian Xiaoli had been in high spirits these days. Her husband had finally returned and was staying for good, which meant life could go on; plus, she had unexpectedly come into some money. She was joyful all day long and was even discussing having a child with her husband. Though she occasionally thought of the child she had secretly aborted before,

"Hum!" Due to the intense pressure and vibration, he could feel his nine martial acupoints trembling at high frequency, as if they were about to be shattered at any moment.

Zhuge Jin had joined Jiangdong two years prior and held Zhuge Liang in high regard; it was simply that Zhuge Liang had no desire to go and serve Jiangdong.

Uncle Da was Uncle Da, after all. There was not a shred of jealousy in his heart, only genuine, heartfelt excitement.

Fan Xiaomei rolled down the car window, stuck her head out, and flashed a "victory" sign at Zhou Kun, who promptly returned the gesture.

Five minutes later, the group exited the academy gate, hailed a levitating taxi, and headed straight for the Star Martial Arts School.

Hearing the bickering between the old man and the young man, both such characters, Shen Rong'er couldn't help but smile and mediate: "Grandpa Tang, Uncle Tang, actually, apart from this traditional cold-steeping method, this cold-brew tea can also be sweetened with honey or rock sugar."

Han Yuan ate meat and drank soup with gusto. Especially since he was eating on someone else's tab, he felt exceptionally satisfied—it was a tremendous bargain.

Once the tunnel was cleared, it would not be opened to the public for the time being; it would be used solely for transporting materials to develop the interior of Funiu Mountain.

Getting the two of them to sit down and talk calmly was truly difficult. Perhaps only at a police station, in the presence of officers, would they show any restraint.

Many coveted her beauty. If one could win her favor, it would be a case of "dying under the peony flower, still romantic as a ghost."

Zhang Xiaochen tried to soothe her, taking hold of her slender hand while her other hand remained clutched to her bag.

But to my surprise, the moment I struck, Mo Yanping’s body suddenly morphed into a black fox, and that fox slipped right through my fingers.

Fine. Li Qingyun wanted to be angry, but he couldn't bring himself to be. He simply pulled a cigarette from his pocket, sat on the ground, and lit it.

Shortly after entering the woods, she heard movement. Walking on tiptoe into a thicket of thorns, she discovered a wild boar in the midst of giving birth. Wild boars are formidable beasts, absolute kings of the forest. As the old saying goes, "First the boar, second the bear, third the tiger." Even a tiger would not easily provoke a wild boar in a foul mood.

The syllables she chanted were bizarre. My head began to swim as I listened, my brain growing heavier and heavier. The light from the oil lamp became hazy, and I felt so drowsy I could barely stop myself from drifting off. However, the Miao shaman’s next move instantly "woke me up."

I scanned my surroundings. The white fog at the entrance was thick, and there was no telling what kind of illusions lay within it. It would be difficult to break through, and even if we screamed our lungs out inside, no one outside would hear a thing.

Besides, even if he didn't kill him, giving Young Master Zhou a sound beating was something he couldn't accept. After all, didn't Young Master Zhou have a reputation to maintain? It also affected whether he, Young Master Zhou, would be able to show his face in Giant Spirit City in the future.

"You can call me Anna; that’s what all my friends call me," Anna Isabel said with a smile.

A wave of madness surged from the bottom of my heart. My eyes turned blood-red, and I leapt up, neither dodging nor parrying, and slammed my fist into the glutton’s chest.

This was by no means easy. At the very least, for any burial master attempting to advance, it would bring immense pain regardless of whether they succeeded or failed—it was an unavoidable circumstance. Zhang Liangsheng was well aware of this, yet he still chose to attempt his breakthrough while the spiritual energy was in a solidified state.