Chapter 13194 — How Is Qiran Doing?
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Jia Shan watched Wei Zhao's every flicker of reaction with unblinking eyes.
In his eyes, Yan Jiu was a talent, to be sure—but even if he brought the man back, he would be doing little more than hauling him along as coolie labor.
What was more, he had never once seriously entertained the idea of actually bringing this man into the Secret Realm Development Department.
Taking him in through the proper channels would bring him personally very little benefit.
Better instead to keep Yan Jiu under his own thumb as an unofficial hire. Should the man truly win merit, every bit of it would belong to Jia Shan; and if trouble came...
Bi Anmo genuinely wanted to live under the same roof as Bi Qianmo. He wanted to take a deep part in whatever was about to happen.
"How is Qiran doing?" Luo Zhengkun began playing the part of the loving father once more, inquiring with concern after Luo Qiran.
"That sleep of yours—was it just plain sleeping?" She could not resist needling him. He should not suppose she had failed to notice certain peculiar changes in him.
Though the waves surged violently, they made not the slightest sound. It was as though this were the Yellow Springs, where sound should never have existed in the first place.
"You did not mistake him, Second Mother. How have these years treated you?" Just then, another strange turn occurred. The very person involved had already said he had mistaken her—yet this Lord Shen suddenly declared that he had not, and in one breath spoke Li Pobo's childhood name.
But Qin Tian ultimately declined. A gathering was fine, a meal was fine, but there was no need to make it a grand affair, and certainly no occasion for celebration. Tomorrow they would launch their assault on the Vermilion Bird Gate; rest and recuperation were what mattered now.
Compared with his earlier composure, the old shopkeeper's heart was now churning with towering waves. The other party had actually managed to dig out the hidden foundations of their Heavenly Dragon Court—such a one was surely no ordinary sort.
Though Moke had spent the night in cultivation, this room did not even have a bed. It was a sprawling mess—how was a person supposed to sleep?
The two mightiest figures of the age, joining forces, could only hold out for a few dozen exchanges, and even then found it hard to inflict any harm on him.
Still, it was no wonder. The master's famous saying had always been: if a man is not a libertine, he is unworthy of the Liu family! It was he who had taught me to become the flippant rogue I am today.
When that time comes, I will live out plain and peaceful days, surely better than risking my neck every day slaying demons and monsters.
The problem was now glaringly obvious: the Full-Time Dad System would announce other people's names whenever it gained shock points.
Jiang Yunliu could not wait to use the advancement pill. Ten more days were more than he could bear, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and raise his bid.
Jian Qing lowered her eyes and sized him up. Then, struck by some sudden thought, she reached out, took out her phone, and began pressing at it, unhurried.
When he had first found this cultivation method, he had been frantic to practice it, cherishing the vain hope that it might save his mother's life.
When I reached the agreed meeting place, he was sitting in a corner. By daylight the bar had few patrons and was quiet and still—a fine place, really, for tea and talk.
"Courting death!" Zhang Fa's eyes went cold. He swung out his sleeve, and a rolling gale burst forth. Before Fang Heng's fist could draw near, most of its force was dissolved by the wind; the next instant, his arm was seized by Zhang Fa.
And yet—why? Baize had not wanted his sister Bai Yiyi to go with Su Yang to brave the dangers of Snake Mountain. But now this Bai Yiyi was sitting right before Su Yang, insisting over and over that she had come to accompany him to Snake Mountain.