Chapter 109: Encountering the Gu Worm Again

Upon hearing this, Qin Yu quickly got into Zheng Hong’s luxury car.

When they arrived at the Hongwen Chamber of Commerce, Qin Yu saw crowds gathered around the building.

As soon as they stepped out of the car, a group of people surged toward them.

“Who are you?”

A bodyguard in black immediately stepped forward, his tone wary.

“We are…”

Lin Hai nodded, finding the scene much as he had expected—if one side’s strength truly overwhelmed the other, the weaker side would have been eliminated long ago.

I made a cover with Excel. Although the visual effect is not impressive, it’s better than nothing. The cover illustrates the daily life of a mischievous child and a troublesome father.

Taking a deep breath, Xiong Qingzhou was on the verge of losing control. His gaze was sharp as a blade, fixed on Li Changjiang, his eyes blazing with fury.

“Tonight is the best opportunity. We attack Yanhuang City overnight, at any cost.” Jun Tianyu slammed his fist onto the table, venting his anger. The solid ebony table instantly shattered into pieces.

“Thank you, Young Master Hai. Please take a seat.” Gray Wolf pulled out a chair for Lin Hai, smiling happily.

No one questioned why Pan Kai appeared here; everyone believed he had finished arranging palace security and had now come to report.

The ferryman’s swimming skills were exceptional—in fact, the local people all excelled in water. He wasn’t wearing a life jacket, only a pair of makeshift flippers resembling slippers. With a hemp rope, he led Xue Luo and Liu Jingshu to explore the dazzling underwater world. The ferryman pointed: “Look, Nemo!” Previously, snorkeling had only revealed ordinary tropical species.

The Song Dynasty was hosting a princess consort’s funeral for the first time, and several procedures required careful verification, causing extra work for the officials involved.

“No! I just didn’t expect such a coincidence. I’ve only had four assignments, and I ran into this twice!” Li Zhan smiled.

At this moment, Yang Laifeng was utterly bewildered. He never expected Ye Hao to say nothing and simply slap him across the face.

The third system—no, the one thousand three hundred and fifty-seventh system—was adept at handling things. It shrugged off past grudges, tiptoed over to the system’s leg, and boldly called him ‘brother.’

Linlang had just seen him in a half-human, half-ghost state, and truly had no appetite. Taking advantage of a moment when no one was watching, she pulled him into her embrace. The heavy pearl ornaments on his head painfully struck her face.

It’s a lamentable story: since Minister Liu and his eldest son departed, the Liu family has gradually declined. If Jinghao wished to seek Lady Liu, he would not have waited half a year before sending Marquis Jingchuan south. This action was prompted mainly by a dream.

If an item acquires this power, it transforms into a supernatural object. If fruit or other food merges with demonic energy, it becomes a spiritual item with extraordinary powers. Any creature consuming such a spiritual item will inherit a portion of this power.

Endless beastly roars echoed, accompanied by screams. Nearby celestial beasts were caught in the chaos, many dying instantly.

Yi Feishi concealed something crucial, acted against him, stole his love, and betrayed their feelings. Every deed Yi Feishi committed was enough to provoke Xie Mao’s wrath and drive him to revenge.

“You insisted on asking.” Qin Fengyi shifted all blame to Zhao Chief Historian, leaving Zhao even more frustrated.

On the day of the new home’s fire ritual, all the friends and colleagues whom Shrimp Dumpling had been close to in life were invited by Xie Mao. Everyone gathered together.

“Where will the money for the port come from? Let me tell you, when I arrived, the court allocated fifty thousand taels of silver. Now, we’re building roads and a royal city, and here I am needing a port. The court won’t give me another coin.” Qin Fengyi said with a cheerful smile.

Ye Chu returned to the bedroom. The furnishings were both unfamiliar and familiar. She lay on the bed, inhaling the faint scent of incense—it was the fragrance of storax.