Chapter 59: Helping Tang Bohu Successfully Quit Drinking, Gaining Calligraphy and Painting Abilities

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Xia Jingtian’s experiment with Tang Bohu was quite successful. Using Erguotou liquor, he managed to control the notorious drunkard Tang Bohu.

Early the next morning, Tang Bohu rose bright and early, looking much better than he had in the past few days.

“Good morning, Doctor Xia. What are you planning to do today?” Tang Bohu asked with a broad smile.

Xia Jingtian yawned and checked the time—it was 7 a.m., and Tang Bohu was already standing at his door.

“Mr. Tang, why are you up so early? Did you sleep well last night?” Xia Jingtian inquired curiously.

“I slept exceptionally well,” Tang Bohu replied. “After practicing martial arts with you and working hard yesterday, I had a cup of Erguotou at night and slept like a baby. Today, we…”

A few nights ago, Lan Shaoqian tried to force himself on Su Su, who resisted fiercely, and in the end, he failed.

After the King of Huaiyang arrived at Xingqing Palace, for reasons unknown, he forbade the palace staff from reporting incidents.

Because they did not want to confess voluntarily to what they had done, they refrained from asking further questions.

Since she cured Mrs. Sun’s neck ailment, neighbors with headaches or colds would come to her for help.

However, Hua Ziwan and Hua Xiang were specially trained to hear sounds that others could not perceive.

Yet, for some reason, when facing such a girl, Qingzhi felt only a profound relief at having survived a disaster.

Upon taking office, there were visits and diplomatic relations to establish; afterward, efforts to improve people’s livelihoods had to be made, fulfilling the promises made during the election campaign.

In fact, even if Ye Qiu detonated a nuclear weapon inside his body, it wouldn’t endanger his life—at worst, he would be slightly injured. As for the explosion near him, it would be no more than a few hairs singed.

Jin Qianlei’s puppet clone disappeared stealthily, leaving the others to flee for their lives! What else could they do? Wait to be killed while their immortal lord fled?

The sound of a sudden crash echoed timely. Weining watched as Nie Xinghen swayed before her, his footing growing unsteady.

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Potatoes were already preparing to fight. Brothers and sisters, on the first day of the Martial Movement, shall we charge forward?

“My family’s elders have great gratitude toward his family; my aunt had long promised me to him,” Wen Xiang said calmly.

While waiting by the door for Gu Ming and Tan Jingke, my phone suddenly rang—it was Liu Nian calling. I answered.

“What is it?” Baolan was puzzled; the time of death seemed unrelated to whether the culprit could be found.

Their conversation was double-edged, and Weining finally understood. It turned out that on the first day of the lunar month, Chu Yi was seen leaving the city by Yan Lang, who somehow persuaded her to return and impersonate him.

“Senior Fen Tian, now that this demon has been eliminated, where do you intend to go?” Lin Dong directed his gaze toward the elder Fen Tian.

Though still far from the pass mark Old Wai mentioned, the situation was improving day by day. Long Bing’s close-combat blade skills had also advanced; at least now he could skillfully wield the long sword close to his body.

Actually, when the team fight started, he wanted to rush forward, but Wang Kai stopped him.

Strangely, everyone had said the retired emperor was frail and couldn’t bear the wind, yet why was the great hall so cold, seemingly colder than outside?

No choice—after all, Wang Kai was the first to popularize tutorial videos, and his fans vastly outnumbered other commentators.

He opened the thin letter again and, inexplicably, began to miss the two silver osmanthus trees at his family home in Jiangnan. That place had never truly been his home, yet it was his only home.

At this moment, Ye Qingcheng’s body was weak and unsteady from prolonged slow breathing, occasionally rolling her eyes back, yet in those whites of her eyes, her resolute spirit still shone through.

Liu Kai felt uncertain, complaining about how the captain assigned him such a difficult task.

However, Ye Feng’s use of the Beiming Divine Skill to absorb celestial energy would cause a strong reaction, potentially exposing his identity, so he refrained from practicing it.

The black ape was suddenly blinded by a yellow light and, in the ensuing darkness, felt its body splitting apart, as if violently hitting a sharp iron mesh. Its limbs began detaching from its body.

Qing Xiao’s expression was gentle, her voice clear and persuasive, dignified and comforting.

The God of Wine’s expression stiffened, suspecting a trap. The difficulty of brewing cola surely wasn’t as high as Luo Yu claimed, or why else would he have asked like that?

Fan Lin did not hesitate to cast a repelling spell, intending to have Snape control the two, but surprisingly, it was not Snape’s armor protection spell that blocked Fan Lin’s magic.

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I pleaded for her not out of hope she would feel gratitude—people like her never do—but to show others. Those with intelligence would recognize me and, in turn, our team.

At the time, veterans like Hong Yao simply scorned participating in such competitions, effectively forfeiting their eligibility.

For a moment, the battle was evenly matched; the giant hammer could no longer descend, and the deep purple light pillar could not ascend.

“You’re really lucky. These peaches can extend life by three months. Outside, people offer a million to buy them. I drew twice and only got one orange. It seems it will take a long time to collect all five,” the man said earlier.

Qin Yu stroked his chin, pacing back and forth. Zhao Qingqing’s explanation sounded smooth and without flaws, but any sane person discovering the secret to immortality would first try to break it and achieve eternal life.

Yet the black flames did not extinguish; they still consumed the body into nothingness. However, the soul was restrained, held midair by magical power. Though injured by the black fire, the five souls had not dissipated but appeared confused and dazed.

Below was utterly silent, which made Lili even more uneasy. For the first time, she truly grasped how terrifying absolute silence could be.

Ming Gaoyuan showed no weakness, casting secret spells one after another. The holy thunder spirit erupted with dazzling brilliance, striking down bolts of lightning.

By comparison, Dao Ge was slower and closer to the ground, making him more likely to be bitten by a vicious dog.

At the moment three celestial discs inscribed with poetry and Confucian and Taoist writings fell, three ancient voices echoed.

Yuan Aiting, the gossip man, was a remarkable figure who seemed able to glean information about anything.

Qian Yu secretly smiled. Such matters could be deduced, but would I tell you what I remember?

I noticed a protruding rock on the sea below, with a corpse lying on it, face down. It was obvious he had fallen, and blood stained much of the rock.

However, Ye Chenfeng fell onto the balcony, crashing hard onto a yoga ball there, bounced off, and finally hit the ground with a comical thud.