Chapter 50: I Don’t Lend Money

Chen Fan's tone was calm, yet Yu Yu's heart grew increasingly restless.
"What... are you going to do!"
Yu Yu's voice trembled; at this moment, she had already begun to regret.
Why on earth had she agreed to come and hunt down Chen Fan!
"It is a very simple matter. You wanted to kill me, so I shall kill you."
He intended to materialize and grow the rules he had comprehended, elevating them to the realm of artistic conception, in order to uncover the secrets hidden within this seventh floor.
Giving a thumbs-up, Chen Xi praised admiringly: A genius, you truly are a genius. Let's go, let's enter the Prison-Breaking Bead right now and set up the Spirit-Gathering Array.
Seeing his Junior Brother Nangong suddenly awaken at a critical moment of peril and save Xinyi's life, Zhong Xingyun finally felt at ease as he dodged the blinding shards of ice and celestial fire filling the sky, no longer worrying about Xinyi's situation.
"Whoa! What kind of spell is this? Is it of the wood attribute?" Mu Feng stared with wide eyes, looking at the wondrous spectacle before him in awe.
She felt as though something was constantly flowing into her mouth, only to be subconsciously spat out, and then a soft object continuously forced warm liquid down her throat. It tasted a bit sweet, and she wanted to hold that object within her mouth, but she could muster not an ounce of strength. She could only feel things being continuously fed into her mouth, followed by another descent into darkness.
Wang Shizhong smiled faintly, yet had no intention of continuing a war of words with Xin Jitian. He shifted the conversation directly to the main point.
Zhuoya's slender figure slowly emerged from the darkness without the slightest sound, as though her distinct form were merely an illusory shadow.
Zhong Xingyun looked at the blue Dao-power sword condensed at the fingertips of Nangong Changfeng's left hand, his expression softening considerably. Although Xinyi did not utter a single word, one could entirely tell from her relaxed brows that she was also profoundly relieved at this moment.
"I will help you clean up the Star Garden, so please do not blame them." Lulan smiled gently.
The bare-chested brute was consumed by burning fury. Seizing a beer bottle, he smashed it directly over Deathknell's head—crashing down seven or eight beer bottles in succession!! All of them shattered. Fortunately, this fellow Deathknell had a hard skull; aside from scraping off a bit of skin, blood covered his entire head, presenting a gruesome and bloody sight.
That was merely a slip of the tongue after drinking by Zhang Jizhong. Wan Xi had instructed me that if questioned, we must claim the demolition was a coincidence, and that the house was bought purely to rent out for income.
Lu Qiqi stopped in her tracks and looked toward him with hopeful eyes. "We hold the Will Tribe in high regard. As long as the Will Tribe is willing to come, we welcome them at any time."
Su Xiaoxiao could no longer sit still. After much deliberation, she left a note for Mo Siyi, intending to sneak back first. Who would have known that the moment she stepped out of the villa's front door, she would bump straight into the three Su brothers who had come looking for her.
Xie Yao pushed open the door and entered. A wave of sandalwood incense rushed forward, wrapping around him and instantly relaxing both body and mind.
The middle-aged parents wore expressions of bitter fury, staring fixedly at Xie Yao the entire way up to the podium, wishing they could tear a chunk of flesh from his body.
The attendees at the Su family's wedding banquet were by no means few. Those in the know discussed the matter with varied opinions, while others, ignorant of the truth, simply parroted whatever others said. Fueled by the inflammatory spread of online posts, the Su family was thrust into the spotlight overnight, and their stock prices plummeted precisely as expected.
If this continued, they might genuinely manage to charge right up to the flagship she was riding in.
Coach Lu snapped, "You're simply suffering from having too much time on your hands! Starve you for a week and you'll understand. As long as you have enough to eat, you damn well won't have the luxury of wondering whether you're tired or not! All your current worries stem from being too well-fed with spare cash. If you were good for nothing except running, you wouldn't have time to dwell on this nonsense!"
At the wedding, she wore a white wedding dress and, under the gaze of countless wealthy tycoons, leaped from the hotel's rooftop garden, plunging to a horribly disfigured end.
Take this winter, for instance: the laborers hid inside factory buildings, building kilns and firing bricks. Although it wasn't cold, the work was relentless. When Lu Qiqi occasionally strolled over to take a look, she could see finished bricks piled everywhere inside and outside the houses.