Chapter 117: Aren't You Afraid of Spoiling Me by Pampering Me Like This?

No matter how you calculate it, as long as good wine is produced, even if the loss rate increases tenfold, the profit remains astonishingly high. This is why the Tang Dynasty’s liquor industry developed so rapidly.

Mo Qihan began to doubt—was this person truly here to support Qingge, or was Qingge actually backing him?

He was completely unaware that although their conversation was shielded by steel armor and unheard by anyone outside, it didn’t mean Lei Rui couldn’t hear it.

He remembered clearly—it had been less than ten days since they last had candied eggs. How was Master Liu steaming them again so soon?

At that moment, Jian Xingdao’s temper flared. Zhang Zhiye had only been imprisoned briefly and was released the very next day—yet he came back with reinforcements to seek revenge, aiming to take Jian’s life. Facing such provocation, it was impossible not to be angry.

He Yong, a master-level public figure, had destroyed their work in such a manner. There was no way he could avoid giving an explanation under so many watchful eyes.

At this time, Princess Su Rui sent an urgent distress signal, indicating that the situation in Wakanda had reached a critical point.

Zheng Jinlun’s eyes lit up. The more demands Zheng Peng made, the more opportunities he had to create a satisfying work.

Zhou Yu’s family and Chen Bingcheng wore grim expressions but dared not move. They couldn’t understand why the thin ice chips embedded in their bodies caused such agony to the bald men.

Huo Te’s group wore troubled expressions. In truth, they still didn’t want Sky City and Icarus to get close, for they had witnessed Icarus go mad and destroy all remaining mechs of the Gu Sha tribe.

Zhao Shi felt relieved upon hearing this, convinced he was not a coward, but his gaze shifted to the jade pendant before him as he inquired about its origin.

Even if his subconscious remained skeptical, outwardly he feigned complete trust.

Frankly, the explosive events in Jiangbei were not uncovered by others; Jiangbei itself had unwittingly delivered them.

At first, the Eastern Family was dissatisfied with Lin Fan. Only after he revealed extraordinary talent and led the Lin clan to prominence in Tianjiao City and even Qingzhou did the Eastern Family gradually accept the marriage.

However, he had tried many times but failed to replicate last night’s feat—using the Forgotten Greatsword as a medium to successfully perform the “Seamless Garment” or “Cherry Moon” techniques.

Everything began the moment he boarded that train on a bright, pleasant day—like a trap set by the devil.

After bathing, Gu Tingxiao took the water outside to pour out. Even in the sweltering heat, Sheng Wanyan felt a chill emanating from him.

“In this era, someone is already running a pawnshop. Looks like the shop owner must be quite a character,” Jiusha remarked.

Upon learning the news, Li Bing immediately launched an investigation in Luoyang—28,000 acres of farmland remained uncultivated.

Lu Han’s heart leapt with joy, feeling as if reborn; his spiritual energy flowed freely within, clearly having broken through to the early Qi Condensation stage.

“Get lost! Once you join our National Cultivation Association, there’s no such thing as quitting,” Ye Tang decisively rejected Liao Liang’s resignation.

Suddenly, a handsome man with beast ears atop his head charged toward him with fierce determination.

So by evening, she chose not to continue with variety show activities and instead locked herself in her room.

When transferring the soup buns from the steamer basket to the plate, the entire bun wobbled as the soup inside sloshed continuously.

These items were quite expensive—a roll of bandages cost 50 points. For Gu Mian, who had once been wealthy, it might not seem costly, but for an ordinary person, it was very expensive.

However, just as Liao Liang was about to dismiss his “perfect illness” with psychological suggestion, a deafening wolf howl erupted from afar. Instantly, he drew his longsword from his backpack and cautiously turned toward the source of the sound.

As the top-ranked individual, naturally he selected the most precious special items. Those marked “rare” on the top row were clearly the most valuable. The fat man’s eyes lingered over these special items.

“Jian Lin...” the man whispered in a low voice, but only heard a busy signal in response. He hung up and redialed, only to find the phone was switched off.

Yi Qian responded with a nod, reassuring Shen Lixiao with her eyes, and then they headed toward Cheng Cheng’s cave abode together.

Upon hearing this, Ming Yixuan immediately left the dining table to fetch today’s newspaper from the sofa. When he read its contents, his eyes widened in surprise.

This was the unwavering truth held by the Radiant Army, born naturally from their deep reverence for their commander Shao Shiliang. This truth permeated the entire Radiant Army.

When Li Yu looked over, the people in the distance also glanced in this direction. Their gazes were sharp—they not only saw Li Yu but also the orchid grass in his hand.

“This...” Qin Chuan’s mouth gaped in astonishment—there were two identical people! Not only identical to each other but exactly the same as the two in front of them. Even their fighting moves were identical. What kind of trickery was this?

“Never heard of it! Sorry,” Qin Chuan replied repeatedly, clearly pretending ignorance though he understood perfectly well.

The police found no evidence of foul play; it was certain that Cao Keqin did not die by murder. The crime scene showed no signs of homicide, and all clues pointed clearly to suicide.

See, indifference is one thing, but other evil thoughts shouldn’t arise. Yet the human heart often breeds despicable attitudes—for example, people tend to belittle and even disparage things they can never have.

To verify whether Tu Jie knew about the Bloodcloaks’ collective feigned surrender, one only needed to contact other forces in Dongjing involved in the counterintelligence operation. If those armies were unharmed, it meant Tu Jie was still unaware of the Bloodcloaks’ ruse, and there was still hope.