Volume One, Chapter 30: Sabotage in Secret-Voltando aos Anos 80 com a família toda para a revanche, esbofeteando loucamente os rostos dos parentes.(Yi Nian Xi)

“What? Six thousand yuan! Mom! This time, the crackdown on unlicensed businesses is an official operation.

“These tomb-guarding beasts are actually monsters that various great cultivators once encountered or remembered. When that faint remnant of consciousness was nourished by dense spiritual energy, it took on a spiritual form, and thus these tomb-guarding beasts came into being.

“Brothers! On behalf of the Hall of Yama, I welcome you all. From now on, you may address me as the Hall Master or Yama, whichever you prefer…” The speech, lasting more than ten minutes, gradually drew to an end.

Now that the people had been rescued and everyone who deserved to die had been killed, Yan Ling felt there was no need for Jiang Tianchen to continue fighting.

Though it was Saturday, a day of rest, busy figures could already be seen on many streets. These people rose early and returned late every day, struggling and working themselves to the bone simply to stay alive.

In the next instant, a figure appeared directly above the Flame Dragon. He wore a golden crown and full golden armor that gleamed dazzlingly in the firelight. A cold smile hung upon his stern face, while his golden eyes held not the slightest trace of emotion.

Voldemort had always felt that he ought to be the uncrowned king of this world. It was not arrogance on his part; his talent was simply too formidable.

“Ignorant!” The Black Qilin merely cast him a sidelong glance with its canine eyes, completely unconcerned, then closed them again and pretended to sleep.

At the same time, the Nine Tribulations Wind-Thunder Sword plunged viciously into the mercenary’s body. In an instant, blood gushed forth.

“Luo Luan, do you know that you and I are betrothed…” The moment Qin Mu saw this, his heart turned cold. If things continued this way, he and Jiang Luoluan would have virtually no hope left.

Realizing how severe the disaster was, Xue Tingrang had deliberately ordered the prefectural and county offices throughout the realm to organize relief work in exchange for labor. Refugees who worked could receive extra grain or rice seed, while ponds for storing water were dug in various places.

A murky gleam of snow swept past. For a time, all that could be heard was the wet thud of soft mud collapsing. Blades rose and fell, as effortless as slaughtering pigs and sheep. Many did not even have time to utter a final scream.

I had always imagined that I would live out my days peacefully like this—going to work and coming home like everyone else, idling away the hours in exchange for a salary, letting one day pass after another.

Although Yin Qi could not understand some of the modern terms in Qu Qingran’s speech, he had no trouble recognizing the insults and humiliating remarks. After all, he was an old monster who had lived for countless years. He had once spent time among the lowest ranks of human society, and had certainly experienced his share of crude curses and verbal battles from every corner of the mortal world.

Although this approach did smack somewhat of passing the buck, Bai Weiyang had no other choice under the circumstances except to redirect the enemy’s fire.

Though Yang Huaili always put on the air of a refined gentleman, as time passed, he inevitably began to resent Yan Manman’s undisguised affection for him.

The Zheng family had long since divided into separate households. They had done so when Old Zheng stepped down from the position of village head. It was he who had taken the initiative to divide the family, claiming that he did not want to implicate his other children and grandchildren.

Siyan’s cheeks suddenly flushed crimson. She opened her eyes in alarm, only to find an enormous creature looming before her.

So Fang Zheng, who had killed them, was only slightly stronger than an ant—at most, a fly.

Yet Yan Manman also knew that making a great public scandal of the matter would do absolutely no good for her marriage to Yang Huaili. In the end, Ye Jiarou might well be the only one to benefit.

Watching Huo Mantun leave, she knew that his wife was no one to trifle with. Those people had borrowed the money; they might not openly refuse to repay it, but getting it back would certainly be difficult. Besides, the money had to be saved for expenses in the imperial capital—who knew how much would be needed?