Chapter 97: Return on Investment

In truth, Zhou Jianliang had once believed his marriage was arranged by his parents and matched by a go-between. If Jiang Budong had not awakened him to it, he would never have imagined entangling himself with the factory director’s daughter. Mainly, he had felt his own family was poor, and that bred inferiority in him.

Now it seemed Jiang Budong’s advice had been right. After these days together, the factory director’s daughter was nothing like the domineering, unreasonable person he had imagined; she was gentle, considerate, and understanding.

The flying ape shut his eyes in agony, then suddenly opened them, vicious shards of light bursting from within.

Though the direction and angle of the wording differed somewhat, the levels were strikingly similar. In truth, there was no essential difference. Maslow’s hierarchy of needs had become immensely popular in the present day, even serving as the foundational theory many industries followed.

The snake-lion, always composed to the end, widened its eyes sharply at those words. A boundless terror rose in the depths of its gaze.

“Some of the supplies here are for making explosive talismans. The rest are... for setting up formations?” Kakuzu could not help asking.

He was a figure of great renown in the Leaf Village; there was no need for anyone to fan the flames on his behalf. Any move he made would draw attention.

Nina’s expression tightened. She knew she could no longer evade the blow. At last she raised her longsword, and all the energy in her body surged together at once.

That was what the Third Courtyard of Great Lu was like: a lively place filled with singing, cursing, and argument.

When they sensed more than a dozen submarines swimming toward them, they did not move a muscle.

“Why did you not stop him, Father? Why did you not stop Simon Harrison’s mad acts? Why!” The Moon God’s young master roared at his father with all his strength.

Every flying vessel laid by Xia Xingyu was painted pitch black. Skilled hands and sharp eyes were assigned to the pilots, and they flew low through the night’s cover, shadowing the bandits of Black Wind Stronghold all the way until the lair was discovered, then returned on the same route.

So all the way back, Lin Zhi kept messaging Lin Duoduo. They talked about how Xiao Sangzhi had truly secured the endorsement for Shen Group’s new sports line, then about Xiao Sangzhi’s sworn enemy, and from there about all manner of things in the entertainment world.

“Hahaha—this feeling of flying is incredible!” By then, Xia Xingyu was already riding the imagined “sword” in circles around the Black Tortoise warship.

“What happened?” Gu Wanning frowned. She had only gone one morning without seeing Gu Jingdong, so how had he already gotten into trouble?

Gu Jingdong was so frightened that he hurriedly turned on the flashlight on his phone, and Chen Yunliang behind him did the same.

When Lin Zhi woke, it was already night. The scent of disinfectant in the hospital reached her nose, and she instinctively reached for her head. In the corner of her eye she caught sight of the drip in her hand, and fearing blood would backflow, she quickly returned her hand to its original position.

That time they went out for fun, Shen Yian was sitting on a bench in the square, eating a candied hawthorn skewer. Xing En came sidling up to him, staring at it pitifully and even making a show of swallowing his saliva. Shen Yian, knowing full well what he was thinking, did not want to give him the skewer he had already eaten from. After telling his grandfather, he took him to find the old man who sold candied hawthorn.

Looking at the treasured sword in his hand as it gradually fused with him, Lin Yao felt deeply satisfied.

“What do you think this means, everyone? His Majesty’s intentions, I mean.” He turned back to the other two and asked in confusion.

Therefore, the thoughts that should not exist were best kept hidden, just as Xiang Taiyang had done before. Otherwise, they would truly affect Xiang Qingtian’s mood.

The two looked at each other again, both somewhat suspicious. New neighbors? This was not the sort of place where just anyone could move in.

Although Murong Jiuqing had made very thorough arrangements, they still encountered all sorts of strange terrain along the way. Most of the time it was manageable, but the road ahead was perilously difficult.

Xiang Yu’s body was mighty and imposing, his black hair hanging loose, a pair of heavy pupils radiating boundless domination.

The few of us descended as well, using the Heaven-Calculating Art together with the Tracking Spell to find their positions.