Chapter 13176 — Whose Pocket the Bargain Fills Makes No Difference
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And precisely because of this, those truly formidable figures of real cultivation never set foot inside—leaving the place able to fool only those naive rich kids with more money than judgment.
Jiang Liu waved a hand, unconcerned. "Whose pocket the bargain fills makes no difference to us—we only take our cut of the water."
He paused, then added, "Still, fat sheep are hard to come by. Put a few men on them, just to keep watch—we don't want them fleeced so brutally they never come back."
Meanwhile.
Wei Zhao, a thousand book-coins weighing on him, wandered aimlessly...
He too was one of the demon-blooded who had survived the Great Explosion of Longyuan. When Su Heng came in person to make the arrest, with all hope gone and no chance of turning the tide, he had still managed to trade two blows with Su Heng.
In his view, if his sister could not handle it, she ought to settle down and stop thinking about more speculative ventures.
Thereupon Shen Hao silently withdrew the entire formation, slipped his body into the earth, and was gone from sight, tens of li away.
After all, if Jiang Yi and Lin Fangxing really were going to marry, or if Lin Fangxing truly was the father of the child in Jiang Yi's belly, traces would surely surface in time.
"I may not have Pan An's looks, but I'm a fine figure of a man all the same; and though I haven't Deng Tong's fortune, I do have no small amount of spare time.
Even veterans like them would step on each other's toes when their form was off or their coordination poor.
The Faro family's people posted all around might each be of decent strength, but they could never escape his senses.
Yet at the sight of that horrifying spectacle before him, he still felt his innards churning and heaving, as though scorched by fire.
All the world knew that the Emperor pined for the late Empress so deeply that no medicine could avail, and that he had reached his final hour.
My eyes grew moist at once. "Fatty, you talk pure nonsense, but having a brother like you—my life as Wu Xie has been worth it." My hand loosened a little; if Fatty refused to let go, then I could only send myself on my way.
With that, he took the sickle, gave it a gentle twist, and snapped it clean in two on the spot, then flung it to the ground.
When Zongzheng Jin returned to the Palace of Heavenly Purity, he did not first go back to the Zichen Hall, but went straight to the inner chamber—and sure enough, at a glance he saw the person still sound asleep in bed.
Inside the bubble there was, first of all, no water; and because there was no water, one could breathe freely—and it was precisely this that kept Da Juan from suffocating to death.
My words had, in truth, given him a certain opening, but after Lü Dongbin heard them, he came at me again, sword swinging.
"Rimiteris?" Lin Feng stared in astonishment at the great molecular cluster spinning ceaselessly in his field of view; its exceedingly complex spatial structure suddenly struck him with a sense of awe, and at the same time with a certain inexplicable excitement.
But he had an artifact! The Nine Nether Cloak—the fires of purgatory could wipe the consciousness from a soul, though it might take some time; and besides, this Heaven-Cold Dragon Soul was steeped throughout in the power of yin cold. If the power within its soul were burned away, it would surely let his Nine Nether Cloak evolve.
Originally I had meant to act alone, but now that assassination had entered the picture, I truly could not tell whether the people above had any further operations in store, and so I had no choice but to learn from the big shots in Hong Kong films and bring a few personal guards along.
Shen Shenliang rattled off a string of digits, and I dialed them; at the same moment the phone on his person rang, and so he too took it out and saved my number.