Chapter 38: Good Dog
Mrs. Luo already harbored a deep hatred for Chaochao. Seeing the situation, she quickly followed her husband's lead and harshly scolded the girl, her tone filled with venom.
"Fourth Miss, mind your words and manners! Such defiance and disrespect toward your elders—have you read those teachings and admonitions for young ladies only to cram them into a dog's belly?"
Chaochao sneered: As if she ever studied those teachings seriously.
Li Zelin, who had just been moved by his daughter's defense of him, lost all composure upon hearing his brother and sister-in-law reprimand their precious child right before his eyes.
"What do you mean by this, eldest brother and sister-in-law?"
The two, like the other guests, were about to casually find a place to sit when an official from the Imperial Court approached them, inviting them forward. The seats indicated were in a very prominent area within the Dragon Hall, deep inside the main chamber—reserved typically for the most honorable guests.
On the day the Chinese team was set to compete, Li Yue arrived punctually at the venue. As his convoy departed the underground parking lot, numerous eggs and shoes were hurled at the vehicles.
"In a moment, I will report this situation to the headquarters and then devise a detailed plan," Elder Lu said.
"Everyone, do not worry. Those who dare provoke us will surely face retribution. Our Eastern people do not believe in forgiveness; it is a matter of an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Only through vengeance can one maintain dignity," Li Yue said quietly, gazing out at the New York cityscape.
"If you’re not here to handle the matter, then what brings you here today?" Ouyang Jing was momentarily stunned, realizing she might have misunderstood the purpose of the visit. It seemed he was not here to apply for the Centurion Black Gold Card.
Today, 49,200 veteran players brought Chen Bujian over 390,000 points of mental energy.
After Chen Bujian finished setting up several “honeypots,” he paused his current work and began coordinating the attack program he had designed, launching counter-hijacking attacks on several “zombie machines” under enemy control to reclaim their permissions.
Just as Su Tianhao was about to approach Ma Dabiao, the latter’s legs suddenly went weak, and he collapsed to his knees with a startled exclamation.
The Western Brahma Sea churned turbulently; the Spirit Mountain reappeared in the mortal realm. A golden-topped Buddhist pagoda slowly ascended, rising into the heavens.
"Although I have signed a spiritual contract with this Rock Buddha, who is as tall as a mountain, his mind is barely bigger than a needle’s eye. If our words clash, he might sulk and return to the Rock Spirit Realm," thought Qingyan Monk. With a flick of his wrist, a storage pouch filled with spirit stones appeared in his hand, which he then tossed upward.
Two yachts on the sea were lined with numerous fishing rods, as Qin Hao’s professional team and experts invited by the program worked together to cast their lines.
Whether they came from the Special Seventh Division or were freelance warriors, their tones were all slightly somber.
He knew very well that the speed of cultivation like this would not rank him among the top ten of his peers in the entire world today, but it was famous in the nearly thousand-year history of the cultivation world.
At this moment, the old man’s voice became grand and mighty, seeming to come from all directions like a resounding bell, causing Qin Zhao’s heart to tremble.
“Tangshan, right? How many years have you worked at the Jingshan Grand Hotel?” At this moment, Jiang Yi suddenly interjected.
“Lord Blue Star, I am Xu Yang. The Blood River is dead. I was lucky to strike his vital spot; his body has already dissipated into flying clouds,” Xu Yang explained.
Feeling the warmth from the leader and his wife, Cheng Guoliang was momentarily stunned.
Tutu’s ears drooped again, her face blushing deeply. Qin Zhao was particularly curious—this hairpin was incredible, crafted so realistically and able to change with her emotions. It was truly remarkable.
Now, none of this was a dream. Perhaps Chu Li was not fully awake. Or maybe Chu Li was sleepwalking, or in a confused state, mistaking her for someone else. All possibilities remained.