Chapter 62: The Reason for the Hasty Move

Zhang Yongquan nodded in agreement, "Using materials right from the site is indeed a great idea. In a moment, I'd like to use an ink line to measure... Wait, do you plan to cover the entire foundation with the structure, or leave some parts open?"
The foundation was visually estimated to be over two hundred square meters, making the planned house quite substantial.
Size aside, the real issue was money.
His gaze shifted from Lin Yi to Lin Qin's face.
Lin Qin had previously discussed this with Chen Wenjun, and immediately stepped forward.

Any martial artist daring enough to enter Mount Yanliang—whether they were a Great Martial Artist or a pseudo-Sage Martial Artist forcefully boosted by elixirs—might lack in raw strength, but their ability to read people and gauge situations was far superior to that of ordinary people.

However, Lu Qing'er had forgotten one thing: without the chanting of a spell by Lingge's friend to open the entrance, neither she nor the ancient fierce beast could get out.

If this situation were to persist for a week, the entire drug trade in Canada would descend into complete chaos.

With that said, Lin Yun glanced at Lin樱, and then, amidst Lin樱's reluctant gaze, he turned around and rapidly vanished into the hazy mist.

When others are feeding you shit, yet you take out your own most precious food to share with them—what kind of logic is that?

"What are you here for again?" Xie Tianqi followed behind Cheng Yu, and the two descended the mountain together. Back at the hotel, after hiding her firearm, she knocked on Cheng Yu's door.

"Security! Where are security? Someone is committing assault here, someone is making a move!" At this moment, Young Master Hong had already started shouting.

"You are so beautiful!" Lin Ruofeng didn't hold back his praise, looking at her with an appreciative gaze as he spoke.

A tearing sound accompanied the miserable screams of the three men. Immediately afterwards, bloody gashes appeared across their waists, and their upper bodies all detached from the lower halves, crashing down to the ground.

Later on, as the years passed, An Bang had stated more than once to others that he had encountered many mentors throughout his life—leaders from his unit before joining the military, his veteran squad leader, his veteran platoon leader, and so on—who had forged all his skills.

Outside the window, a fine, misty drizzle fell in a continuous, lingering patter. The sweet fragrance of honey lingered at the tip of the nose, brushing against the brow, slowly permeating—light and delicate, cool and enchanting, serene and peaceful, refusing to fade for a long time.

She truly disliked the feeling of being suppressed by someone else; even if Taosang was her eldest brother, she still didn't like it.

A few seconds later, Zhang Xiao's HP was fully restored. His Holy Spirit Armor was covered in claw marks, and upon checking its durability, it was already below 30.

"Never suddenly disappear again, alright?" Nan Changqing looked into Qingyue's eyes, asking with a hint of entreaty.

Displeased in his heart, he also figured that whoever was trying to kill him probably wasn't a player, but most likely a magic monster within the game.

From start to finish, the most relaxed person was Wang Lun, who not only wore an expression of effortless ease, but whose clothes were also completely spotless.

His backpack couldn't hold all the materials for today, so he borrowed a box from Uncle Qiang—a cosmos box. After placing everything inside, he pushed his cart back.

The people who had just stepped out to watch the battle thought to themselves: Whose child on earth is this, being so arrogant? Calling him trash? He subdued a peak Void Spirit Second Realm expert into utter confusion without even using spiritual energy—is this still considered trash?

He didn't seem to realize that his current self no longer possessed such brute strength and excess fat.

Suddenly, the man clad in dark robes gave a light chuckle: "Aren't you afraid?" The black-robed man turned his head and asked, looking at Qingyue.

As for Pang Yunxiao, he was the wielder of the Xuanwu Divine Shield and a cultivator with an earth attribute; his defensive and protective capabilities were obviously superior to those of Yang Shujie. Sending him seemed safer, which left the Emperor of Holy Body somewhat conflicted.

True to being an ultimate undead who had mastered the mysteries of magic, Guild Master Fierge's voice, amplified by wind magic, echoed across the entire plain.