Chapter 41: The Small Town

"Chaochao, are you tired? Shall Daddy carry you on my back?"
During the day, the lingering autumn heat showed its might once more. Walking along the road and seeing his daughter beside him sweating profusely, Li Zelin could not help asking with deep affection and concern.
Chaochao, who only carried a small water pouch on her back, felt sorry for her dear father laden with bags and baggage of all sizes. How could she bear to add to his burden? She hurriedly shook her head.
"Daddy, I am not tired. I don't need to be carried."
"Really?"
Li Zelin found it hard to believe, knowing his daughter was always considerate.
Hearing this, Yang Hujie was almost choked by him, a look of stomachache instantly crossing his face. From the pure perspective of a man, middle-aged Lao Yang actually felt a bit of envy, jealousy, and hatred toward Ye Hua, and what made it even harder for him to understand was how on earth he managed to endure it.
He Cheng did not explain. He raised his left hand, and the hand encased in bronze armor compressed the air with crushing force as it thrust forward, whipping up a fierce gust of wind.
Gebi Beihan had no desire to make any more enemies. Judging by Dongfang Changkong's insight just a moment ago, he understood that Dongfang Changkong's cultivation realm was far superior to his own. Falling out with Dongfang Changkong at this juncture would undoubtedly be disadvantageous to him.
Wang Zengjing's forehead was drenched in sweat. He struggled to the utmost to maintain his willpower, understanding full well that once the black threads were extracted by the Black Thread Fiend Deity, his days would be numbered, and he might even perish the very moment the black threads left his body.
"Insatiably greedy! Are you not afraid that you won't even know how you vanish from Country C in the end?" Lu Feng sneered, his attitude already showing clear impatience, the tone of aversion deepening as he spoke.
Situ Lü cursed with an ugly expression, lifted his feet, and strode furiously toward the private room pointed out by Gu Yun'er, radiating a piercing, cold fury from head to toe as if he intended to tear someone to pieces.
Sun Shilin calmly looked at Fan Shuiqing. In this matter, Lü Fei and Fan Shuiqing were just as anxious as he was. Even if he did not bring it up, they would surely settle the matter in the shortest possible time as well.
"But..." Luo Xia protested somewhat defiantly. He could not accept the manipulation of the lucky draw by insiders, as it was blatantly unfair to the participating players.
After hanging up the phone, the turbidity in his eyes grew even heavier. In his heart, he could never figure out what charm Li Jing'er possessed that could make Cao Ge let go of his persistent obsession with her.
Gu Xinrui took a deep breath. She looked at Chen Siqing not far away, who was holding Zhouzhou in the ancestral hall and offering incense to Chen Sihan.
Mating did have a younger brother, who was currently pursuing advanced studies in the United States. She herself had not seen him for many years. He Jiayi was also an only child with neither brothers nor sisters, and there seemed to be no others.
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"Come, come, let this old man take a look." The old master paused to catch his breath, but before he could even breathe evenly, the maidservant nearby was already gazing intently at him with burning eyes, as if any further delay would invite a glare sharp as daggers.
The melee lasted for only a little over a quarter of an hour. After the bandit leader was killed, his two accomplices, trembling with fear, fled in panic into the dense forest, only to be finally overtaken by the bloodshot-eyed government bailiffs and hacked to death with random blows.
This time was different from the last. After all, the previous incident had been solely caused by meals prepared with spoiled ingredients, which led to food poisoning.
Zhen Fei was reluctant to accept gifts, yet his disciples and followers still had to accept certain gifts that could not be refused. Nevertheless, Zhen Fei issued a strict order forbidding the acceptance of cash, which was the maximum concession he could make.
He turned, sat down on the couch, and lifting a teapot from the kang table, poured himself a cup of tea and drank it.
He immediately waved his hands at her, signaling that he was full, fearing she would continue putting food on his plate and urging him to eat more.
"Of course I will, but by then, Tin-san will have graduated, and perhaps many people won't be as familiar anymore," a very lovely smile blossomed on Sato Amina's face.