Volume 1, Chapter 34: The Reason for Father's Murder? An Invitation from Cheng Muqing!

"Why are you spending money like this?"

"Mom, don't worry, we aren't short on this kind of money anymore!"

As he spoke, Lin Yi casually produced a black gold card. Yang Mei took it with curiosity, her eyes suddenly widening to the size of saucers.

Eighty million!

"Hiss—"

Yang Mei gasped. This was a fortune she never dared to dream of. Working hard as she did, she earned only two or three thousand a month, barely tens of thousands a year. The money on this card was enough to support her for several lifetimes!

"Xiao Yi, you didn't sign some sort of indentured servitude contract, did you?"

Lin Yi was left between laughing and crying. "Mom, what are you thinking! Your son is a genius. This is just a small reward I gained from a beginner's dungeon!"

Suddenly, Lin Yi slapped his forehead...

Dilina was an honest and simple girl; she could not go back on her word. Especially since the village chief had already decided to contribute millions for the whole village, it was an incredibly rare opportunity, and she certainly could not change her mind now.

This roar, unleashed with the full force of spiritual energy, sounded like a thunderclap. It left everyone present with buzzing, painful eardrums, a display of shocking power. One could feel the intensity of the newcomer's rage from that display alone.

Later, Yu Luo personally dispatched troops, brought back the bodies of the fallen soldiers, held a funeral with the highest honors, and avenged the unit.

Linghu Tang’s tone was clear and bright, his analysis incisive. With just a few sentences, he managed to make the Prince of Qin and Gao Xian feel the crisis of being surrounded on all sides.

With that, the three most powerful Golden Immortals of Tianluo Mountain had made their stance clear. The other guests, even if they had intended to defend Tianluo Mountain, how could they dare to face such a force head-on?

Hao Jun thought this way because both parties involved in the exchange-transmigration were placed in sealed, oxygen-supplied conduction chambers while undergoing the high-speed biological wave transmission process.

The leaders of the Mishan Base sent people to seek help from the central government in the capital, but they naturally did not receive an affirmative reply.

Ade followed behind Su Ge, silent. He gripped his knight's lance tightly, his knuckles turning white.

In ancient times, hiring a bodyguard to escort an employer to another location and ensure their safety along the way would at most cost this much.

Even after being captured, the man showed no diminution of his fanaticism when facing the renowned heroes. His reckless, unbridled madness made the heroes frown.

When the car arrived at the "Yunnan Rice Noodle" shop run by Sister Guo, they found the tables and chairs overturned, the floor a mess of broken dishes, mixed with traces of blood.

The moment they stepped inside, a mighty air current began to surge rapidly, like a divine waterfall, radiating sharp and ferocious energy that tore through everything.

The young girl beside him was getting sleepy but tried her best to hold on; she didn't know what this former King Mo was thinking about.

Kalan: "You can't do it. Jiang Lan isn't that easy to get your hands on. Just like before, you could at most just think about it."

However, Wen Ziran’s eyes, like Su Rou’er's, were filled with confusion, and Su Rou’er understood immediately.

Today was supposed to be their proper wedding night, but now that the bride had nearly lost her life, it was truly difficult for the Prince of Jin to accept.

This box of snow lotus fruit was only worth one hundred taels; if he sold them for more, the difference would naturally be his own profit.

Scanning the underground parking lot, Na Tie discovered quite a few cars that hadn't been driven away. He found a relatively high-end vehicle, as luxury cars were usually electronically controlled, and for Na Tie, operating such a vehicle was as simple as driving his own.

From the Dragon and Phoenix Era to the Sorcerer-Demon Era, and then to the era where humanity dominated the Three Realms—how much blood and turmoil had been endured in the process?

Wang Xing’s thinking was simple; he assumed the exercise would be like a competition, where both sides would engage in a direct, head-on confrontation, using their fists to decide the winner.

She calmed down slightly and threw herself onto the large bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, when suddenly, a wave of sorrow welled up from her heart.

When he was generous, he was truly generous; if you handled a task well, he would toss you a villa without a second thought.

Professor Liu Lang’s methods seemed nonsensical, even like pranks, but they were well-intentioned.

This caused Claude’s expression to remain tense for the past few days, and his aura turned much gloomier, making anyone who came within two meters of him shiver involuntarily.

Under normal circumstances, carrying her would not have tired him out, but now, with the poison attacking his heart, even reaching the second floor had left Gu Haofeng panting like an ox.

Under the sweet words of Gu Xueqing, Su Yang’s mood improved significantly, his face filled with smiles.

In that direction, two streaks of light were rapidly closing in on the other three hundred or so figures. Positioned between them, thousands of at least fifth or sixth-grade soul puppets had already assembled.

Now that he heard someone call him "brother," Beiting Yu was truly taken aback, especially when he realized who the voice belonged to; he was so shocked he didn't know how to react.

"Pay what money?" The fake lawyer pretended nothing had happened, striking a slouching, uncaring pose.

It was just a pity that he did not know the true owner of Yuhuang Jewelry was Su Yang; Gu Tiande was destined for tragedy.

"This juicer is very easy to use. Can you get one for my mother, too?" Tina sat beside her husband, leaning against his shoulder and acting coquettish.

One was the handsome and dashing young nobleman Yue San, the primary candidate for the throne of the Beast Emperor. From his calm and slightly smiling face, one could clearly sense no sign of excessive nervousness.

Old Master Xiezhi, his face as cold as water, walked briskly through the classroom corridor, with the joyful-looking Bai Shuangshuang right beside him.

"Gurgle~ Gurgle~" The potion in the cauldron turned a perfect pale green, clearly a success.

Hundreds upon hundreds of gold bars flew over the heads of hundreds upon hundreds of spectators—and these were just the vanguard, with countless more following close behind.

The scrawny, matted-furred, large black dog hidden in the corner was pinned down hard by Dobby and Zhaocai, who had appeared out of thin air. It struggled violently to no avail, its paws scratching incessantly at the ground.

His record had reached a staggering three consecutive victories. Even more terrifying was the way he achieved them: he would almost entirely slaughter the opposing army, and in one instance, an entire division was wiped out without a single survivor left.

There was a streak of light within the gourd, over three stories high. An object appeared above it, seven inches long, with eyebrows and eyes. Two white beams of light shot from its eyes, shining down and pinning Voldemort’s spirit in place. Voldemort drifted into unconsciousness, unaware of anything around him.