Chapter 13193 — A Fine Prospect for Secret Realm Development
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 2
The newcomer was a middle-aged man, and he showed the woman not the slightest courtesy.
Yet this shrew, fierce as she was to others, dared not act up in the least before him. Her face broke into an ingratiating smile. "How could I? Anything Master Jia personally instructs, I always see to most diligently!"
"Diligently?"
The middle-aged man gave a cold laugh and swept his gaze toward Wei Zhao. "Selling him off to an outsider—is that what you call diligence?"
The woman's face went sheepish.
Was this not the Guild Establishment Token from the game? He had never seen such a thing in the world of magic, nor had it ever dropped across all the many worlds he had crossed—and now, of all places, it had dropped here.
The old men of the village all turned to look at Jiang Zhonghou as well. They were all from the same village; though they did not know the finer details of what went on in Jiang Dazhui's household, they had a rough grasp of the general situation.
Li Rizhi also went to look at that big dog—and a big dog it truly was. Seeing a stranger come in, though it was tethered over by its kennel, it nonetheless barked furiously without pause.
A work that Master Rodria—so sparing with words, so accustomed to judging a work with a single word of praise or blame—should hold in such esteem and praise without stinting his superlatives?
The old man was truly speechless, looking at this son of his whom he both loved and resented, and felt thoroughly vexed. Damn it all—the boy had surely seen through him: that he doted on Xichen, that he could not bear to let him go half a step from his side. Even if Xichen was not his own grandson by blood, the affection of all these years lay there between them, and his love for the boy was true enough.
Seeing this, Jia Zhengjin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In that case, he felt no pressure at all in stripping Peilin of her qualification, and his three wives could hardly lay the blame at his feet.
"Actually, I have an idea, and I'll need your elf clan's help with it," Jia Zhengjin said, drawing Noel inside.
Yet this place was unlike a university. At a university, each college studied somewhat different subjects from the others—apart from English, mathematics, and the like; and of course, some did not need to study mathematics at all.
So the saying goes that all things stop at three. After settling accounts with Ding Qiushui, Lü Shu had no intention of making use of Sun Zhongyang and the others again; push the man too far, and it would turn into a real headache.
The instructor wreathed in dark red shadow grew louder and louder, until even the dark red shadow cloaking him deepened to a vivid scarlet.
"Mom, Dad beat the bad guys into submission in one go—that's awesome!" Lin Miaomiao cried out in a clear, ringing voice.
After countless repetitions, Ye Feng had only the faintest inkling of how to control the wooden palm; most of the rest he had groped his way to through numberless attempts.
As for Ye Feng, he gave a bitter laugh and followed after them. In his heart he was thinking that he had lost every shred of face before these mortals—because even with a veil between them, the man had been able to read his expression. What a spectacle he must have made just now.
He wanted to see Zhang Silin, whom he thought of day and night, whom he yearned for day and night! He wanted to see how Zhang Silin was faring now.
"Get the hostages to the hospital for treatment!" Officer Zheng still wore her indignation plainly on her face, but the thought that there were still hostages gravely wounded and near death forced her to see to the hostages first, and only then deal with the scene of utter wreckage and do the cleanup work.
Ying looked at Li Ming in this state, and coupled with the bizarre scene she had just witnessed, she actually felt a certain fear—she did not dare utter another word.