Chapter 29: The Value of Ragged Bandages

"Get lost, get lost! You're grinning like a human trafficker."

An older woman shoved the player aside with a slap and, with equal enthusiasm, stepped forward to clasp Song Yu's hands. "Sweetheart, how many tattered bandages do you have? And how many antiseptic ones?"

"I only have 23 rolls of antiseptic bandages, but 1,121 rolls of tattered ones." Song Yu honestly and obediently laid out her entire inventory. Beside her, Little Black watched the people opposite them with constant, intense vigilance.

After absorbing those three clusters of spiritual 'white mist,' the entire shura field suddenly erupted with beams of blood-red light.

It was unclear what method An Yang had used, but Yu Silan was smiling brightly. That smile made Ling Feng’s hand tremble as if burned, and he strode toward her with long, purposeful steps.

Er Dan could easily guess what the old butler had gone off to do, but he didn't really care.

In the final second of the shot, the man turned back to look at the tombstone—or more precisely, at the photograph of Old Master Qi on the stone. The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, which he immediately suppressed.

Gu Ange thought expressionlessly: What kind of trash is my brain filled with? How could I be dim-witted enough to seek out a man I’d just slept with to discuss this kind of problem?

This unsettling speculation left the others feeling uneasy. If things had gone smoothly, shouldn't the Village Chief and Meng Zi have returned with Great-Aunt Ling? So, was what he said true?

The Nether Clan and the Blood Clan had offended quite a few people throughout the entire Tianfan Continent.

Whenever Hei Ling thought of those who only targeted Xixi’s family background while ignoring her own efforts, she found it utterly ridiculous. If you don't put in the effort yourself, you shouldn't begrudge others for working hard to achieve results.

The space was so confined, and the two of them were so at odds, that it would have been difficult not to notice.

Qi Xiuyuan was filled with self-reproach and guilt over Yu Silan. If anything were to happen to her, he would never let go of her hand, even if he had to chase her into hell.

"Luo Feng, go see what exactly is going on." Just as Yan Shisan was feeling puzzled, Lie Jiaoyang coldly commanded.

Hearing Pamivela criticize them like this, the two felt a surge of embarrassment and anger, though they dared not show it.

Usually, someone who poses a question would never let themselves become the source of the problem. Quite logically, Feng Ziying’s bracelet was not found in Liu Feixu’s room. That left only the rooms of Mu Yan and Shen Li to be searched.

Seeing the villagers nod and whisper to each other as if Xi Mei’s words were the absolute truth, Aunt Gui felt a chill run through her heart, her body trembling with rage.

This fierce sea and air battle came to an end, leaving behind countless wandering souls and shattered wreckage.

A man does not shed tears easily, but the Prince of Nanjun, who had spent his life on the battlefield and slain countless enemies, knelt before the coffins of the Empress Dowager and the Retired Emperor, weeping bitterly.

"Yes, my business today was to meet that fan, but she wouldn't even open the door!" Xia Yongning lowered her eyes, looking utterly dejected.

"It's over—" Facing such a blow, even the Human Emperor was horrified; his knees went weak, and he collapsed onto the ground. Countless powerful figures paled, convinced that Zhu Tingxue was doomed.

In fact, whether it is purely salty or purely sweet, the flavor is never particularly outstanding. However, if there is a hint of sweetness in the saltiness, the salt becomes savory; and if there is a hint of salt in something sweet, the sweetness becomes more vibrant.

After Lady Lu finished speaking, she also began to weep mournfully. Although her performance lacked the impact of Aunt Li’s bruised and battered appearance, her fear was genuine, making her display sincere.

"I’ve only been gone for such a short time; how did you end up here?" The man's voice suddenly rang out from behind.

More than twenty customs desks were crammed into the same room, which was crowded with underground dwellers and monsters, the air filled with noisy chatter. As they gradually grew accustomed to the work, Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo quietly leaned in toward each other.