Volume One, Chapter 105: Is He a Chamber Pot? Does Everyone Have to 'Pour' Into Him?

Before Yun Mojiu could speak, Zhao Mei continued talking to herself.

“Yesterday, after Jing Ling returned home, he kept drinking—drunk out of his mind, completely unconscious. If this goes on, I fear he’ll be ruined entirely.

Mojiu, I know our family has wronged you in the past.”

Her grandson’s filial devotion made the old lady happy, but looking at her frail ten-year-old eldest grandson, her heart could not bear it.

Her words fell into the ears of the man opposite, who responded with an amused smile, slowly and forcefully raising her hand higher.

The city that moments ago echoed with battle cries and was packed with people was now replaced by a vast expanse of water.

Now, inside the ancient tomb, the immense demonic energy nourished his broken body. The seal was damaged, and even his eye color began to change.

Oddly enough, she suddenly found that practicing swordsmanship felt easier than writing—no matter how many hours she spent training before, she never felt this kind of soreness.

Earlier, Ji Yubai had said that if they came to experience this intangible heritage lacquer dyeing for round fans, he could personally mix colors for them.

“Ye Huan is cultivating on the fifth floor of the Treasure Pavilion. Since he didn’t answer the phone, he must be at a critical point in his training. We mustn’t disturb him!” Da Zi Hua declared.

“We’ve paid. Move aside!” Luo Chen’s tone was harsh; when had he ever endured such treatment?

Gu Shinan did all this simply because he felt he’d bullied her too much in bed and wanted to compensate her in another way.

Besides, with Chi Yanchen’s power to control everything with a single hand, he truly had the means to make me ‘legally’ disappear from this world.

“There’s no such service. If you plan to come daily, you can pay for a month in advance.” She took out her phone, calculated his daily fee, multiplied it by thirty, and then applied a thirty percent discount.

At least a round of questioning was inevitable. However, with Rog’s current potential—even being famed on the grand rankings and regarded as a model student, backed by Fei Changqing and Ling Gu, those two formidable figures—the worst would be forcing him to hand over the ancient thunder technique; he wouldn’t be subjected to other difficulties.

As for leading those followers through the fairyland, it was merely a matter of making pills from powdered toxic mushrooms, causing hallucinations after ingestion.

That night, I wasn’t sure if Su Yang slept well; I certainly didn’t. Nobody expected something like this on the very first day of school, and who knows what’s coming next.

After emerging from the stone coffin, the corpse-eating spider turned ash-gray, its pincers gleaming with a metallic silver light, looking far more beautiful than before.

The relieved fat man finally breathed easy, but then noticed the senior’s expression was still dangerously tense, making him shiver involuntarily.

“Your Majesty, both you and His Majesty’s clothes are soaked—what should we do?” Yihuan saw the situation clearly and scratched her head in distress.

But hearing it again, there really was someone knocking at the door. He went over and opened it, only to find Sima Lantai and Mo Tong standing outside.

Qin Yan was amused. Nowadays, almost everyone suffers from this issue, especially those in high positions—they’re terrified of losing face, and living like this is simply exhausting.

Madam Xu smiled as she took Li Yao’s hand, while having Xu Beibei present Ye Chuxin’s birthday gift.

Su Jiu nodded in satisfaction. He pushed open the window, cast an invisibility spell, and left directly.

The whole world is gone; what use is wealth—even if you could rival a nation, you’d still be nothing more than a fat pig awaiting slaughter. Thus, seeing others take the initiative made Yang Hao truly happy. As for whether the price was too high or if the item could be popularized, he didn't need to worry—time would take care of everything.