Chapter 39: Threshing Rice and Pickling Mustard Greens

After a long day, I finally returned home to a hot meal.

Once we finished eating, Gu Wennuan took her grandmother’s pulse as usual, and Zhou Qing brought over the freshly brewed medicine to feed her.

"Grandma, there is nothing wrong with your health. Just rest well, and you will live to see Yubao and Yaya get married and have children."

Grandmother looked at Gu Wennuan with clouded eyes. "Nuan’er, what kind of fairy are you? You saved my life."

Gu Wennuan paused for a moment; usually, the eyes of an elderly person...

Captain Yan stepped forward to request the use of a hoverboard to depart. Director Wang only then regained his composure, his expression still unsettled, but he yielded the hoverboard nonetheless. He had a robot bring over a hover-car, following in the direction of the City Lord.

Having lost the upper hand in her previous confrontations with Tan Jing, Tan Ke’er did not intend to dwell on that issue. Instead, she got straight to the point, beginning to discuss the main purpose of her visit to see Tan Jing today.

It was precisely because of these considerations, combined with the fact that their partners were powerful enough to keep their identities well-protected, that Li Yue decided to seek wealth through risk, utilizing her extraordinary store of knowledge to build a fortune.

Hearing her husband’s words, Qin Xuelan also sensed it, though she remained deeply angry, she fell silent and said nothing more.

"That’s enough from you two. We have to patrol tonight, and we’ve been sleeping in the open for days. I’m tired and want to rest. You two should head back first," Nangong Yexuan said, waving his hand to dismiss them.

"Then why don’t you be the test subject? Tell me how to do it, and I’ll help you," Tan Jing said, looking up with a serious expression.

Upon hearing this, Tan Jingyi instinctively glanced at Tan Jing, said something quickly, and hung up the phone before walking upstairs with her.

After finishing his call with Quartermain, Luo Xia had a basic understanding of what had happened on the highway. He instructed Quartermain and Sher to return to the tavern while he drove to meet up with Brian.

That feeling was inexplicably familiar; she had been wondering just when she had felt it before.

Although he could not hear the sounds they were making, the range-finding officer knew that the Pinglu Army’s formation had become a hellish presence.

The starship broadcast the coordinates of this location, along with basic information about the outer universe and the myriad worlds.

The rickety van, rattling with all sorts of strange noises, bravely carried the two—or rather, one person and one deity—to the town’s supermarket.

"Hey, how come neither of you has a lover’s badge? Are you still building intimacy?" the man on the third floor spoke up again.

Zhang Gui sat restlessly, suffering in agony, yet the oblivious Director Hu grabbed a can of ice-cold beer and insisted on a toast with him.

Every artist’s manager has access to partner companies that manufacture trending topics, which they purchase whenever their artists need them.

"You’re no fun. Luna, aren’t you being a bit too overprotective?" Mei Yang tilted her head to look at Lu Na.

With everything said and done, the two saints brought Zhang Gui back to the inn’s lobby, telling him to pack his things and prepare to depart.

Moreover, although Zhang Gui felt full of confidence, it was better to be safe than sorry; if there was no illness, it would act as a preventative, and if there was, it would strengthen his kidneys, right?

Wen Lan struggled while trying to recall; didn’t... didn’t she steer the car toward the embankment just now to avoid a stray dog that had suddenly darted out?

He knew that relying solely on his own forces would not lead to success. After Meng Haigong’s failure, capturing Li Dehui would be difficult.

He began to walk aimlessly. Xue Meng was still frozen to him and was feeling a bit dizzy from his movements. The Divine Eagle, following the instructions of the Snow Cat, began to peck away the ice that had frozen Xue Meng and Hua Xuanmo together.

Shu Mo was actually not the type of person to talk about her own affairs; she didn’t feel there was anything to say about such things. Her own pain was for her alone to know.

She climbed out of bed on tiptoe, then gingerly picked up her clothes and those five-centimeter-tall flats. With her clothes in one hand and her shoes in the other, she cast a guilty glance at the man still sleeping soundly on the bed, and fled the scene like a thief.