Chapter 037: Squeezing My Soul

“Oh? Miss Tang, why don’t you share your thoughts?” Liang Qiu Yang said.

“It’s like this: our Datang Group is currently interested in bidding for the development rights of Parcel 81 in the west of the city. We plan to turn it into the largest sightseeing tourism project in the future Haizhou, and its prospects are incredibly promising. However, in the initial stages, the developer needs to advance a considerable amount of startup capital, and this project’s...”

“Layman! Amitabha Buddha! You’d better stop right there for the monk!” The young monk shouted in frustration.

“Brother Hu, don’t worry. What we do is fundamentally different from those grave robbers. The biggest reason we make this money is for the families of our fallen comrades. We’re doing good deeds. Heaven will bless us,” Xia Yu reassured him.

“Don't think Buddha has severed all earthly desires—the flames of anger turn him into a Vajra! Buddha is the chief of the Arhat Hall; fighting doesn’t violate any precepts!” Monk Kong Jing gritted his teeth, then took off after Hao Yun. But just as he started running, he heard a clang as he smashed into a hard energy shield.

There was no need to wait for the first energy shot to explode nearby. Zhu Cheng had no illusions that he was Marshal Tianpeng and the other party was Chang’e descending to find her beloved. He was nothing but a pure-blooded boar, and not even a gentle, tender domesticated one.

“Grandma is coming to get you right now. Where are you?” Lan Yue’er finally calmed down upon hearing Mo Mo’s voice.

Xu Zuoyan walked slowly, keeping an eye out for Ye Kaicheng, Yanyan, and the others, but didn’t see them. He guessed they had gone to one of the private rooms.

The fried peanuts had been flash-frozen and then quick-fried; the rapid switch between cold and hot made them crisp and aromatic. Paired with the special spiced salt Hao Yun had prepared, they were an unbeatable snack to go with drinks.

Through his binoculars, Bagen could already see that the second artillery battalion, pushing their cannons by hand, were gradually moving into the dispersed, hastily dug field artillery positions.

“Sword of Defiance! Watch me pierce the heavens with one hand!” The captain raised his treasured sword and thrust it at the giant hand in the sky, radiating an air of defiance that his fate was his own to command.

That’s why they called Cai Guowei to ask about Xu Zuoyan, only to learn from Cai that the surveillance footage from the ship had been deleted.

After hearing this, Bai Zhancai couldn’t help but sigh. Of course he understood what his second brother meant, which only made him feel even more helpless.

Jian Yu lifted her eyes to look at Fujiwara Yu. At that moment, he seemed nothing like a normal person; he was a wild beast about to go berserk—a beast whose prey had been stolen from its jaws. His ferocity and murderous intent radiated from him in waves.

Zhang Jingyi folded her arms and looked away, as if just thinking of Zhao Xun made her fume with anger.

Bo Yanxi frowned and was silent for a moment. Just when Jian Yu thought he wouldn’t speak, he finally did.

At that moment, Uncle Zhong’s assistant came to inform Fujiwara Yu that lunch at the wooden lodge was ready.

By rights, his brother’s arrangement was quite sound, but who could have foreseen such a mishap in the middle?

No story has ever shaken me as much as “Hasty, Too Hasty.” The force of that shock didn’t come simply from Han Qing and Tuotuo’s love; it came from something deeper—the essence of life itself.

Bai Xue’s plan was actually very simple: once Qingyue and Qingyun returned home, each would drive a carriage to a different town, with only one purpose—to buy grain.

Her choice was one of clear, conscious intent, characterized by complete freedom and independence of will. That was why she added her own twists to the plan when carrying it out; it had nothing whatsoever to do with Stockholm syndrome.

Old Song, unlike Zhuo Yang who could achieve much with little effort, relied on brute force. When he swung his arms, the explosion was like TNT, blasting Yankel to pieces. Only then did Old Song calmly jump or clear the ball as the situation required.