Chapter 181: The Whereabouts of Luo Xiaohui

In a few years, he would replace all membership cards with reloadable ones, so that when members came shopping, they could simply swipe their cards directly.

Just at that moment, Jiang Butong's pager beeped. He glanced down at the screen.

"Luo found, hurry to the wholesale market parking lot, urgent!"

Luo Xiaohui had been found?

Jiang Butong's expression shifted...

At Kathleen's remark, Hu Yuemin and his wife really got that impression; Kathleen and Cui Jun had virtually identical accents, sounding at first hearing like people from the very same place.

He retrieved the medicinal herbs and fierce beast essence blood obtained from the Black Phoenix Auction House, and began breaking them down and purifying them.

Even so, it was only barely enough for the provisions of the new military camp, especially the pork, which was one of the essential raw materials for making soap. Soap production was now on the verge of running out.

Once this matter was settled, Zeng Bu no longer had the mood to idle here making small talk. After all, he truly was a very busy man; the military campaigns in the Northwest were ongoing, and military intelligence had to be handled day by day. He merely exchanged a few casual words with Zhao Lin and then took his leave.

Wang Xingxin felt that Zhangsun Xiu was rather cute. The utilitarianism and the desire to possess beauty from yesterday's matchmaking had somewhat transformed into a trace of genuine affection.

The auspicious day was indeed extremely lively. Gu Ye huddled in the crowd to watch the monks of the Great Zang Temple preside over the holiday ceremonies. The worshippers were numerous; she sipped her butter tea while observing the crowd.

Though the inn was not large, the staircase was reasonably spacious, which did not actually hinder two parties from passing each other on the stairs. However, Ling Shan stopped in her tracks upon seeing these two people, and the icy Ming Yuetian naturally had no reason to abandon her junior sister and walk away on her own.

Kicked out of the main tent by Cheng Yaojin, Wang Xingxin whimpered as he rubbed his still-not-fully-healed buttocks. Supported by Hei Wa, he limped along after Cheng Dong to fetch the ingredients.

The sharp long saber slashed directly onto the zombie's shoulder, its formidable force instantly sinking deep into the zombie's flesh.

"Very well then, whether you cultivate or not is entirely up to you. However, what you said just now—that your aunt Li Shanshan and your grandfather the Spirit Turtle Venerable are both safe—what is that all about? Now that you've had enough sleep, it's time you explained it to your uncle-in-law!" Mo Yufei asked, continuing to close his eyes and preserve his energy.

At this stage, death for us was merely a matter of time. Everyone was simply lingering on in a desperate struggle for survival; perhaps the moment one closed one's eyes, one would never wake up again.

Controlling Miaojiang, entering into a marriage alliance with the Wu Imperial Dynasty, and thereby luring the Crown Prince of the Wu Imperial Dynasty to come—everything had been proceeding according to plan. Why was it that now, nothing seemed to be going smoothly?

Usually, those vassal kings always acted like mice seeing a cat whenever they met Yun Mo, wishing they could hide far away, and some even directly requested to return to their own fiefs, requests that Yun Mo had readily granted one by one. Yet the strange part of the matter was precisely here: those who had explicitly promised to leave suddenly all changed their minds simultaneously and remained in the capital.

Hong Yu did not pursue them. By this point in the battle, every single second required not only a massive expenditure of physical strength but also a drain on mental focus. Even with Hong Yu's extraordinary martial prowess and extensive combat experience, he could not help but feel somewhat fatigued. Seeing the enemies retreat, he merely braced his saber in a defensive stance without chasing after them.

Yet Zhu Houzhao and his brother were already immensely satisfied, because the greatest harvest of this battle was the horses. A single ordinary Ming military warhorse cost seventy liang of silver, and a fine warhorse was worth a thousand pieces of gold, practically priceless.

Chen Xinguo had unexpectedly wiped out all the wild boars throughout the entire cavern on the second floor in a single breath.

Wu Xingyun pondered for a moment and decided it made sense. She cursed a few more times and then fell completely silent.

Opening his eyes to overlook the entire Hidden Mist Village, Kannai Kei felt as though he were sitting above the nine heavens, crouching atop nine layers of clouds, with not a shred of fear remaining in his heart.

"I know," the Princess of Wannian replied faintly, pouring a goblet of Yan wine for Liu Bei opposite her. This was the ancient territory of Yan, and there was only one kind of wine here: Yan wine. The people of Yan were unlike the Han people in other places; they drank only the local Yan wine and refused foreign liquors.