Volume 1 Chapter 47: Finding the Dog

Wang Dong didn't actually refuse, but in his heart, he placed a question mark next to Wang Fucheng's name. This fellow was simply too obsessed with money; no matter when it was, he never stopped thinking about that musk deer.

Finally, someone gave him Duan Lengru's phone number. After acquiring it, Kong Deming found this Vanguard Group to be extremely bizarre. The vice president had even been fired? What on earth was this Vanguard Group trying to achieve?

"Chen'er, don't worry. Your father just wants to understand you better. Ever since your mother told us about her origins, I've had some guesses regarding your situation." Seeing that his son was somewhat nervous, Leng Yan hastened to comfort him.

Ever since his head was patted, Huaizhen had been staring at him without reminding him to raise the bid, leaving Ye Zheng with no choice but to step in himself.

The moment they entered the world of sand, the chaos that had been slowly expanding suddenly turned violently ferocious, clawing viciously and dragging all the nearby members of the Sand Clan into its boiling, flame-like embrace.

The man's hair whipped wildly in the air, and Ye Feng's clothes rustled loudly, as if they were bathing in a gale-force wind.

"Miss! Miss, are you alright?" Gong Xiluo caught Yun Zijin's sinking body, anxiety written all over her face.

However, the second tier of the Swift Spirit Fist, "The Spirit Seemingly Like Wind," could definitely not be achieved simply through bitter and arduous fist practice. What it required was a complete, all-encompassing mastery of the techniques and artistic conception within the realm of the Swift Spirit Fist before one could comprehend it.

Ye Feng leaped directly down from the Soul-Extinguishing Go Table and walked over to the tall platform closest to the valley entrance, climbing up it with great difficulty.

"It looks much more harmonious this way. Otherwise, your outfit and all that hiding around just makes people curious!" Li Yanyang said righteously.

For some reason, Jiang Dongyu felt a stinging sensation in his nose. With his limbs now intact, an indomitable physique, and having practiced the demon-subduing fist techniques, he no longer needed to worry about the imperial examinations. Yet, when the teacher announced this news, Jiang Dongyu was so touched that he could not even speak.

Yin Zhengliang had never harbored such thoughts from beginning to end, nor had he ever generated any malice toward Wu Mingkong; there was only the joy of returning to the capital.

Shaking his head, Ye Changqing smiled self-deprecatingly. Why think so much about all that? For now, steadily completing his daily tasks and steadily harvesting gains in the northern frontier was the most reliable course of action.

At that moment, the boss hurried back. He took the items from Shen Anze's hands, full of gratitude.

Jiang Lumu was dumbfounded. What rhythm was this? Why did he suddenly feel that his disciples were treating him with an abnormal level of kindness? What was going on?

The voice of Mingshu expressing her gratitude came through the phone. Originally, after taking a nap, Lin Baoxi's mood had already calmed down quite a bit.

Very well, it seemed there was no impression whatsoever, let alone any acquaintance. The young man awkwardly rubbed the back of his head.

He had already made this matter very clear to Gu Qingfeng. He was even willing to come to the Cold Palace and draw a clear line between himself and those imperial concubines.

It made me too embarrassed to ask him what those messy animal shapes were supposed to be in the first place.

If they wanted to call her parents in, so be it; Shen Mengqi wasn't afraid at all. It would merely require explaining where the cassette player came from, but now that it was already in her hands, an excuse would be even easier to fabricate.

"That must be the Great Elder! The Great Elder of their Heavenly Wood Sect!" Shui Tingyun said. Clearly, she felt no sense of belonging whatsoever toward the Heavenly Wood Sect she had once briefly joined, using the word "their" Heavenly Wood Sect instead of "our."

At that time, she and her roommates had been discussing how anyone could possibly be born looking so handsome. Even the campus hunk of their own school paled in comparison to him.

This was the field of vision of a fly—a fly that had flown into this restaurant—but Xu Siyuan could now utilize its perspective. Whatever the fly saw, Xu Siyuan could see as well.