Chapter 125: Chen Zhao, the Lucky General (First Installment)

Before long, Little Wang the blacksmith had finished honing the three circular throwing darts, their razor-sharp edges glinting with a cold, metallic light.

He plucked a single hair from his own head and slowly let it drift downward. As it brushed against the edge of the blade, the hair was severed clean in two.

A look of delight crossed Little Wang's face. "Brother, look at that! It cuts through hair as if it were blowing in the wind. In ancient times, this would be considered a legendary weapon."

As he spoke, he reached out to grab...

She dared not respond easily, even though his words seemed to imply he already knew what she had done.

The feeling of being held in someone’s heart was wonderful, but Ye Miao had not forgotten the task she still had for the day. There were many balloons left over from the morning, and she planned to sell them all this afternoon before heading back.

If it were anyone else, they would surely have been provoked by Gu Jinxiy’s words and actions; resorting to violence would only have made them look inferior.

It was even possible that, before leaving, he would fly into a rage and strike Gu Jinxiy down, along with everyone from the Lu and Jing families associated with her.

She had learned a valuable lesson. Although she hailed from a millennium in the future, her mind was cluttered with too much chaotic information. Only by studying the current reality and bridging the gap between knowledge and action could she avoid unnecessary pitfalls.

It was a pity that refining manganese always required electricity; given his current level, he was still a long way from building a generator.

Although Mi Jianguo did not finish his sentence, the words, "I am not her biological fath..." were enough to make everything crystal clear to Mi Xiang'er. Many things that had previously made no sense suddenly became perfectly explicable.

Wang Yong gave a sheepish smile. For the sake of money, he didn't mind Mi Xiang'er's "neglect." As long as the payment was sufficient, he was willing to play the part of a sycophant.

"Heh, I have a gold card. This card alone is worth five million, a gift from someone!" Dong Gang spoke with a hint of pride. In Huanghai, owning a Gold Club card was clearly a symbol of status.

After giving it some thought, Wei Yining spoke. Since all of this had already come to pass, she truly did not know what else to do.

"Then are we still going to stay home tomorrow and wait for them to come and apologize?" Wen Xin had just heard what Xiao Tan said—that Xiao Nan would come to apologize the following day.

Before the entrepreneurs could cozy up to Li Youqian, reporters swarmed in, snapping photos of him incessantly.

Jin Shaoqing was actually quite satisfied with the design of the building. It was an all-encompassing, integrated facility that radiated a high-tech aesthetic.

Dozens of robed clergy members were gathered at the entrance of Yiyuan Temple. Chen Xi could not see them very clearly and did not alert Seris; instead, he projected his divine sense outward to monitor the situation at the gate.

When Wang Dandong saw the Commander-in-Chief and the Chief of Staff locking horns, he panicked and rushed forward to intervene, struggling alongside several guards to restrain the two high-ranking "Generals" who were on the verge of coming to blows.

However, her soul power was like snow meeting a scorching sun; no matter how hard she pushed, it was in vain. At the same time, a terrifying Great Dao essence suppressed the circulation of her soul power, causing it to flow slower and slower.

Rather than suffering grievances later, she would rather let Yang Shuo's mother know right now that she was not someone to be trifled with.

Suddenly sensing the volatile power within Chen Feng's body, Chen Lei narrowed his eyes and said, "Chen Feng, I told you not to be impulsive. Do not release the demon I have worked so hard to suppress."

Gu Xi chuckled and nodded, then turned his gaze to the food on the table. He picked up his chopsticks and placed several pieces of meat into Su Wushuang's bowl.

Ye Moxing was indifferent, and Xiao Yichen did whatever she decided. The others had no objections; without realizing it, Ye Moxing had become the soul of the group.

Huai Zhen did not feel particularly happy. The Hui Family Clinic had not sourced medicinal herbs from China for a long time, and the drawers in the medicine cabinet were gradually emptying. If a patient came knocking, Old Man Hui would sometimes tell them bluntly: "We are out of medicine. Please go to the Donghua Medical Hall instead."